Photography Guy's memory of renting out an entire venue was still stuck on a senior from his circle. Back then, the guy had booked an entire floor of a hotel near Jiangcheng University for his girlfriend's birthday.
The cost of that reservation was actually higher than what Su Bai was doing now—after all, the space was more spacious, could accommodate more people, and the dining standards were top-notch. The problem was, that kind of show-off move, which required mustering all one's energy and even begging parents for money in advance, was completely different from Su Bai's effortless style.
Su Bai acted as if he couldn’t care less about spending tens of thousands like this.
Instantly, Photography Guy’s expression turned respectful.
Originally, when he heard the whole club was going out for a meal, all paid for by Su Bai, Photography Guy had been a little dismissive.
What, some cheap street stall or food stand?
Trying to act like a big spender?
But when he arrived, he realized—this guy was genuinely, shamelessly loaded.
Photography Guy was usually pretty low on emotional intelligence, but Su Bai was so dazzling that even his dull nerves were buzzing.
He swallowed the sarcastic remarks he’d prepared.
If he offended someone at this level of wealth, he’d be in serious trouble.
Su Bai’s gaze swept past Photography Guy’s subtle expression, and he seemed to understand something.
Hmm. Looks like this kid knows how things work.
As long as he didn’t cause trouble in the anime club, Su Bai couldn’t be bothered to care about his conflicts with other members.
Just splurge hard and organize some fun activities that would bring Su Bai joy—that was all that mattered.
Everyone took their seats, and the waiters began serving the appetizers.
They also opened the wine.
The reservation package included drinks—mostly common red wines, which were perfectly fine as long as they weren’t counterfeit.
Su Bai asked the manager for the premium wine list, skimmed it, found nothing interesting, and didn’t order anything extra.
At this point, Su Bai had become picky.
It wasn’t that expensive wine was necessarily better, or that he had to drink the priciest stuff.
What mattered was that it suited his taste.
For example, a couple of bottles of white wine, two or three hundred a pop, chilled and drunk like soda—absolutely refreshing.
This was Su Bai’s latest culinary obsession. He never skimped on treating his mouth and stomach right. If there was one area where indulgence never failed him, it was eating and drinking.
So Su Bai tossed aside the high-end wine list and asked for two bottles of chilled white wine from the set menu, pouring himself a glass to go with his salad.
"Aiya, Brother Su Bai, why are you serving yourself? Let me do it~"
Wan Xinyan, ever the quick one, hurried to pour his wine.
The clear liquid in the glass reflected the lovely view beneath the maid outfit’s collar—a sight only Su Bai could appreciate from his angle.
The maid outfits worn by the Wan sisters were actually quite modest by cosplay standards, which just showed how far some cosplayers would go for fanservice these days.
This proved they understood Su Bai’s preferences—the less modest designs were reserved for private viewings. Out in public, they dressed to accompany him and signal their close relationship.
And it wasn’t just talk. Wan Xinyan could see the blatant jealousy in the eyes of the senior girls from the anime club.
Heh. Guess it pays to seize opportunities like I did.
Some girls might think serving a man lowers their status.
But by the time they realize they’ve missed out on a good guy, it’s too late. What’s the point of clinging to weird pride? If you want high returns, you’ve got to put in some effort.
Su Bai enjoyed his meal under the attentive care of the Wan sisters.
He also snapped a few photos of the scene.
The club members happily posed with peace signs for his camera, looking like one big happy family… Well, they actually were having a great time. Who wouldn’t enjoy a free gourmet meal?
High-end Western dining beat squeezing into budget restaurants with the rest of the con-goers any day.
Inspired by Su Bai, the girls started taking pictures for their social media too.
These days, most people couldn’t be bothered to post about ordinary gatherings.
But today’s scene was rare—definitely worth sharing.
Soon, their posts blew up.
At first, friends joked in the comments—since when could they afford such an expensive place?
Did they blow next month’s allowance already?
But when they found out this was a club event paid for by someone else, the envy kicked in.
Damn, other clubs pinch pennies just to buy snacks, and your anime club gets to eat like this?
So unfair!
[Ding! Detected anime club reputation increase. Reward: Host gains +3 lottery draws.]
Su Bai, in a good mood, used the draws immediately.
[Used 3 lottery draws… Congratulations, Host! Gained +3 special attribute points. Current special attributes: 96 points.]
Seriously, dude?
Again?
Su Bai realized the odds of drawing special attributes were absurdly high.
Not that he had any reason to complain—what man would ever complain about being too strong in that department?
As the points increased, Su Bai felt a surge of heat in his abdomen, his body restless with anticipation.
Eating the next dish only made it worse.
"Wait, what is this? I don’t remember ordering cooked oysters."
"Sir, this is our signature French escargot with special sauce…"
"Oh, I see."
"See what?" Chen Yusheng asked beside him. "Big White Goose, your face is all red."
"…"
"I get it now."
"Get what?"
"You’re definitely thinking about… that. And snails are supposed to, you know, help with that."
"Since when did snails have that kind of effect?!"
Su Bai retorted.
But whether snails actually had aphrodisiac properties no longer mattered.
Because soon after, the raw oyster platter arrived.
High-end Western menus almost always featured French oysters—less briny, perfect for eating raw.
Just the way Su Bai liked them.
So he threw caution to the wind and devoured them.
The result? Before the other tables had even finished, everyone noticed Su Bai and Chen Yusheng had disappeared.
…
An hour later.
At a nearby Sheraton hotel.
Sheraton was more of a business brand—in Chen Yusheng’s experience, university professors often stayed there for work trips.
Su Bai couldn’t be bothered to go to a luxury hotel further away. Mid-range was fine as long as it was clean and comfortable.
The priority was quickly resolving the effects of the special attribute boost, the escargot, and the oysters.
Chen Yusheng lay panting in Su Bai’s arms, then suddenly poked his cheek.
"Big White Goose!"
"Hm?"
"Today was actually… pretty nice."
"What do you mean?"
"Being by your side as your girlfriend, going everywhere with you… Even if you flirt with other girls, it doesn’t feel so bad. Actually, it’s kind of… well, really satisfying~"
She rested her chin on Su Bai’s chest, gazing up at him with a mix of lingering resentment and post-satisfaction clinginess.
"This is a good thing. You should get used to spending time with your sisters—there will only be more of them in the future."
"Hehe~"
Whether it's good or not isn't up to you to decide. After all, Su Bai is bound to have many romantic interests.
Seems like the girls around him are quite adaptable.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
