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.
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