A celebrity? That’s unbeatable.
To be honest, it’s not that Su Bai was just being randomly jealous—he genuinely felt that female celebrities weren’t all that special.
Because they needed to look good on camera, celebrities—regardless of gender—tended to be overly thin, since the lens made people appear heavier. So, they had to be extremely slim to achieve the best visual effect.
But in real life, it just looked excessive.
Su Bai preferred a healthier, more voluptuous type.
Wait, what about Sheng Sheng? Sure, she was a slender girl, but her waist-to-hip ratio was killer—definitely the childbearing type.
Su Bai couldn’t help but smirk as he continued teasing Jiang Qiuran in their chat:
【Crispy White Goose: What if it really is a celebrity? Are you gonna let out a shrill scream?】
【ASUka: I-I wouldn’t go that far! But the entertainment industry is kinda messy, you know? Be careful, White Goose!】
【Crispy White Goose: No need to worry about me. I’ve got plenty of experience in that department—total pro here. Meanwhile, you’re still a little virgin, huh?】
【ASUka: That’s only because… because you never made a move on me!】
【ASUka: [Photo][Photo][Photo]】
Here it comes!
Su Bai perked up.
Oh-ho-ho, looks like we’ve got some appetizers before the main course.
He didn’t even have to ask—Jiang Qiuran had already sent him some cute selfies on her own.
Truly, humans were creatures that needed to be thoroughly disciplined before they’d behave.
He zoomed in on the photos. Flawless composition.
The background looked like a restroom. Given that Su Bai had just run into Jiang Qiuran at the mall, she was probably out for a meal with her classmates or anime club friends.
And yet, in the middle of eating, she’d excused herself to the bathroom just to take these selfies for him.
Now that was dedication.
Su Bai immediately sent her a 5,000-yuan red envelope.
【Ding! Detected host indulging in lavish spending—tipping S-tier goddess Jiang Qiuran for her ahem content. Spent 5,000 yuan, triggered 3x cashback reward: +15,000 yuan!】
Not bad!
This got Su Bai thinking—could his dynamic with Jiang Qiuran be considered reverse OnlyFans?
Think about it: real OnlyFans creators charge their fans for access or sell photo packs.
But here, Su Bai had exclusive, customized content from Jiang Qiuran, and he got cashback for tipping her.
Winning twice. Absolutely crushing it.
【ASUka: I’m not that much worse than a celebrity, you know? Remember, I actually got scouted once, but I turned it down… See? I’m a simple, down-to-earth girl at heart!】
【Crispy White Goose: Pfft. You turned it down because being a celebrity sounded like too much work. “Down-to-earth”? My ass. Stop trying to pretty up your laziness.】
【Crispy White Goose: [WhiteGoose_LaughingHisAssOff]】
【ASUka: ……】
Back at the dinner table, Jiang Qiuran was fuming.
This Su Bai… seriously! Was it really impossible for childhood friends to have any romantic tension?
She’d thought that if she just changed her approach—acting sweet and doting on him—she could slowly climb the ranks in Su Bai’s heart.
But instead, their relationship had only deteriorated. Now she felt like she was practically his pet. Ugh.
Maybe the root of the problem was that Su Bai knew her too well. And Su Bai himself was… an enigma. You couldn’t judge him by normal guy standards.
“Ranran, who’re you texting so intensely?”
The girl across the table teased.
Jiang Qiuran was usually the epitome of social grace—poised, charming, the kind of girl who never lost her cool. Seeing her gnashing her teeth at her phone was a rare sight.
In the anime club, everyone saw her as quick-witted and effortlessly likable.
This uncharacteristic behavior immediately sparked curiosity.
“Is it that childhood friend of yours? The one who lives in that luxury riverside apartment near campus? I heard the rent’s like hundreds of thousands a year.”
“Over a million,” another girl corrected.
“Holy crap, a million?!”
“Eh, a million’s nothing to Su Bai. Rumor has it someone saw him drifting a supercar on the mountain roads. Wanna guess how much that cost?”
“A supercar… so, like, a few million?”
The girl who spoke looked dazed.
Supercars were so far removed from their everyday lives.
Sure, they were all art students, but let’s be real—most of them came from middle-class families where parents scrimped just to afford their tuition.
When it came to cars, their discussions barely went beyond “Is BYD or Geely more cost-effective?”
The gossipy girl shook her head mysteriously. “Nope. That car’s a custom Koenigsegg—the top-tier Swedish brand. My car-nerd high school friend said it’d cost at least 20 million!”
“20 MILLION?! That’s more than a penthouse in downtown Jiang City!!”
(Though, in reality, the “car-nerd friend” had lowballed it by another 10 million.)
Still, the number was enough to send shockwaves through the table.
A multimillionaire playboy, hidden among their peers? It felt surreal.
“So yeah, dropping a million on rent? Totally normal for someone like him. Those types care about quality. Anyway, it’s not like any of us stand a chance. We’re not his type.”
“But Ranran’s lucky, huh? Growing up with Su Bai… Hey, after graduation, he’ll hook you up with a job, right? Probably something cushy?”
Admittedly, job anxiety had seeped from society into campus life—even freshmen were talking about it.
No wonder the girls jumped to conclusions. For art majors, job options were bleak: either grind at cram schools or fight for teaching positions… and good luck with that competition.
To them, Jiang Qiuran was playing life on easy mode.
They’d all assumed she was already part of Su Bai’s harem.
Reality, however, was the complete opposite.
Su Bai’s interest in Jiang Qiuran? Well… it wasn’t nonexistent, but he was in no hurry. Jiang Qiuran couldn’t sense any hunger from him—probably because he was already well-fed by other girls!
Listening to their envious praise, Jiang Qiuran’s heart bled. She was miserable.
What was the most frustrating thing for a green-tea girl?
This. Exactly this.
Getting zero benefits while everyone assumed she’d already done everything with Su Bai.
Ugh. When would Su Bai finally… take things further with her?
Watching him shower other girls with gifts and affection every day was infuriating.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
