"Senior, can you give us a hint? Your boyfriend must also be a college student, right? Is he from our school or another one?" Liu Yuanyuan asked curiously.
Zhou Jialu had already thought about how to answer this question for her close friend.
Judging by Su Bai's style, it was clear he preferred to keep a low profile.
If he wanted to, he could easily dress in high-end luxury brands—the kind where even someone who knew nothing about fashion could tell at a glance that he was wealthy.
But he didn’t. Instead, like most college students, he wore affordable fast-fashion brands like Uniqlo and H&M, or clothes from Taobao.
So, Zhou Jialu decided not to introduce Su Bai to people at school for now.
There was also a bit of selfishness in this decision.
After all, Su Bai was too outstanding. Keeping him hidden was better—less chance of other girls setting their sights on him.
"Sorry, Yuanyuan, my boyfriend is pretty low-key and doesn’t flaunt his wealth. I won’t go into specifics about him, but I can tell you… well, he didn’t go to a top-tier school, but he has a great personality, and we really click."
"Oh, I see, no problem, I get it." Liu Yuanyuan giggled. "If I had an amazing boyfriend, I’d probably keep him under wraps too and not introduce him to my friends."
"Mhm… Oh, come on, eat some food before it gets cold."
"Ah! You’re right—I got so caught up talking with you that I forgot to eat!"
Suddenly feeling hungry, Liu Yuanyuan stopped chatting and dug into her meal.
Zhou Jialu also took out some trendy little snacks to share.
While eating, Liu Yuanyuan didn’t forget to snap a photo of the outrageously expensive bag and send it to her boyfriend, Xue Tao.
[The senior in my dorm is dating someone, and her boyfriend gave her this gorgeous bag. Ugh, when will I ever get to own something this nice?]
Although Zhou Jialu said she wouldn’t introduce her boyfriend to them, her intention was to make it clear that she was already taken.
So, Liu Yuanyuan telling her boyfriend about this was perfectly in line with the senior’s wishes.
Meanwhile, in Room 510 of the male dormitory building No. 7.
Chu Mingzhe was fiddling with his phone, connected to his computer.
"Bro, why are you still grinding after class? What code are you writing?" Xue Tao couldn’t help but ask. Damn, it was only the first semester of freshman year—was their dorm already breeding an overachiever?
Chu Mingzhe smiled faintly. "I made a little plugin to remind me to keep tabs on Chen Yusheng."
"...Don’t you already obsess over your goddess 24/7? Why do you need a reminder?"
"If someone mentions Chen Yusheng in any group chat I’m in, or in a private message, or if there’s related content on social media, the plugin triggers a special alert sound." Chu Mingzhe spoke with an air of importance. "Timeliness is crucial. Sometimes, seizing the right moment can open the door to a goddess’s heart."
What the hell?
Xue Tao rolled his eyes.
This guy was next-level creepy. Other simps were just pathetic, but Chu Mingzhe was practically turning it into performance art.
He scoffed. "What ‘right moment’? That’s all nonsense. Hooking up in college is simple—just spend money and offer some convenience. Like, for example, having a car."
"Driving a girl around makes everything easier. Instantly puts you ahead of the competition."
"Take me, for instance. I drive a Magotan—a spacious, comfortable mid-size sedan…"
Wang Haoran, who had been quietly grinding in Genshin Impact at his desk, twitched his shoulders.
He was holding back laughter.
The moment Xue Tao started ranting about his dating strategies, Wang Haoran had predicted his next smooth segue.
Within three sentences, he’d inevitably circle back to his beloved Magotan.
Turns out, Wang Haoran had already figured out his roommates’ quirks.
Aside from being a "local," Xue Tao’s other defining trait was his "Magotan."
He loved showing off. Sometimes, even for a short trip across campus to some ideological education event, he’d insist on driving his precious car.
So, besides "Local Guy," some classmates also called him "Magotan Bro."
But to be fair, a college student driving a car worth nearly 200,000 RMB was pretty impressive.
After all, fuel, maintenance, and city parking fees were no small expenses.
Most ordinary families couldn’t afford that.
And the car had indeed given Xue Tao an edge.
Right after military training ended, girls from other majors had already started asking about him.
Guess there was an audience for Xue Tao’s flashy style.
Like a plug fitting a socket, or a turtle paired with a mung bean—some things just matched.
Wang Haoran remembered Su Bai mentioning he was going to buy a car soon.
No idea what kind, though.
But given Su Bai’s current "mysterious tycoon" status, it had to be better than a Magotan.
Just as Xue Tao was rambling on, a message from his girlfriend, Liu Yuanyuan, came through.
His expression immediately darkened.
"Hey, Local Guy, why’d you stop? Keep going," Wang Haoran teased, still craving the entertainment.
"Damn, damn! Remember that senior in my girlfriend’s dorm?"
"Zhou Jialu? One of the three campus goddesses, a senior this year, dubbed the most stunning beauty in Jiangcheng University’s history?" Chu Mingzhe rattled off the details effortlessly. "What about her?"
"She’s dating someone."
Whoa.
The revelation surprised both Chu Mingzhe and Wang Haoran.
Rumor had it that the senior had extremely high standards. In her three years at Jiangcheng University, countless suitors had tried and failed. Now, out of nowhere, she was taken?
No whispers about it beforehand?
"Must be someone loaded. Today, Senior Zhou came back with an LV bag."
"Isn’t that brand super expensive?" Wang Haoran asked. Even someone completely clueless about luxury goods had heard of LV.
"Extremely. The basic models start at a few thousand, easily hitting tens of thousands for anything with a unique design."
Xue Tao sighed after saying this.
Liu Yuanyuan’s message was obvious—she wanted one too.
Now, if it were just a basic LV bag, Xue Tao could probably scrape together some extra allowance from his parents.
But the real question was—did Liu Yuanyuan even deserve it?
Between confessing his feelings, taking her out, and the fancy Japanese dinner planned for the weekend, he’d already spent a fortune.
And now she wanted a bag?
Xue Tao was pissed but didn’t dare lash out. After all, Liu Yuanyuan was a hard-won girlfriend. Though nowhere near as stunning as the three goddesses in her dorm, she was still cute enough to make him proud in front of his peers.
So, he could only reply with sweet nothings.
[Haha, really? That bag does look nice.]
[Right?? This one’s a collaboration with the famous designer Murakami Takashi, featuring…]
Liu Yuanyuan went on and on about design language, artistic elements, and so on.
Xue Tao didn’t understand a word. Once she finished, he replied:
["That's nice, but using LV as a student is just too extravagant. Honestly, I think Miniso is pretty good too."]
["Yuanyuan: ???"]
["Yuanyuan: Those crappy bags from Miniso are only for middle school girls with less than fifty bucks in pocket money. How can you be so clueless? Ugh, I’m so annoyed. I should’ve known better than to expect a straight guy to have even the slightest sense of style!"]
["Yuanyuan: Not talking to you anymore. Going to study hall."]
Xue Tao froze for a second, then felt both furious and humiliated.
Damn it, is this really about style?
It’s about money—money!
Someone like Senior Zhou Jialu, who stands out even among influencers and got scouted by talent agents, is practically made for LV.
What the hell are you, Liu Yuanyuan? Take a good look in the mirror.
Sigh…
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.”
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.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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...
