The next morning, at dawn.
In the graduate dormitory, a groggy roommate woke up to use the bathroom and found Xia Lin busy at the sink. Upon closer inspection, she couldn’t help but exclaim:
"Xia Lin, you’re too much of a homemaker—washing your underwear this early in the morning!"
"Ah, it’s nothing, really."
Xia Lin smiled awkwardly in response.
The roommate didn’t pay much attention, so she didn’t notice the oddity in Xia Lin’s expression. Instead, she continued muttering to herself, "Xia Lin, you’re just too perfect—so diligent, so capable at work. Whoever marries you in the future is really going to be lucky!"
"It’s not that exaggerated. I’m just average."
Xia Lin felt a little shy at her roommate’s praise.
After all, washing her underwear this morning wasn’t a sign of diligence—it was because she had woken up from a dream and found it soiled, forcing her to wash it.
How mortifying!
And the worst part was that the dream had left an unusually vivid impression in her mind, filling her with guilt.
Truth be told, Xia Lin had already noticed Su Bai during military training. He was a calm and composed young man, far more mature than his peers.
In terms of looks, he was easily the most handsome in his class—and by Xia Lin’s aesthetic standards, possibly the best-looking guy in the entire computer science department that year.
His features were sharp and masculine, exuding a rugged charm that stood in stark contrast to the delicate, androgynous idols popular in the entertainment industry these days.
He had more of an old-school Hong Kong movie star vibe.
During military training, when the counselors had to supervise, Xia Lin’s gaze always lingered on Su Bai—standing at attention, straight as a pine tree.
She just never expected that beneath his clothes, his physique would be so…
As she scrubbed the fabric, her mind wandered uncontrollably, her cheeks flushing.
……
After hanging her underwear to dry, Xia Lin no longer felt like going back to sleep. She idly scrolled through her phone until, almost as if possessed, she tapped into her private chat with Su Bai.
His profile picture was a cartoon white goose, and his username was "Crispy White Goose"—apparently, he really liked geese.
After a brief internal struggle, Xia Lin finally started typing.
[Xia Lin in Summer: Su, don’t forget to return to campus on time for class today. Let me know once you’re back.]
This was just her duty as a counselor—making sure Su Bai was safe.
Totally reasonable!
After mentally justifying herself, she sent the message.
To her surprise, Su Bai replied instantly.
[Crispy White Goose: Got it. I’ll be back by nine-something for second period. I’ll message you when I arrive.]
[Xia Lin in Summer: Okay~]
[Xia Lin in Summer: You’re up early.]
[Crispy White Goose: Went swimming last night, so I was exhausted. Went to bed early.]
[Xia Lin in Summer: Haha, that’s good. Early to bed, early to rise—keeps you healthy~]
[Xia Lin in Summer: Go ahead with your day. I need to head to the research lab too.]
[Crispy White Goose: [White Goose_Waving]]
[Crispy White Goose: Thanks, Counselor Xia.]
Meanwhile, Su Bai had just sprung out of bed, stretching.
Hell yeah!
He felt refreshed, brimming with energy.
Last night, he had tried out the pool at the Marriott.
Two girls had even hit on him, but he turned them down.
They seemed a little too… worldly, giving off a sketchy vibe.
Out of curiosity, he had scanned them with his system—and after seeing their jaw-dropping "relationship history," he felt even better about rejecting them.
At the end of the day, Su Bai preferred his partners fresh and clean.
What man didn’t, deep down?
After swimming, he stopped by the executive lounge and ordered a couple of cocktails.
They were decent—not too strong, just enough for a light buzz.
Back in his room, he had only meant to rest for a bit, but he ended up passing out.
He probably fell asleep around eleven and didn’t wake up until seven-thirty in the morning.
The quality of his sleep was incredible—like a baby’s deep slumber!
This was proof that the system’s "Primary Body Enhancement Serum" had genuinely improved his physique.
A solid eight hours of sleep, and he couldn’t sleep any longer.
This was Su Bai’s ideal physical state.
Too much or too little sleep usually meant something was off.
And then there was…
The system had mentioned that the serum would enhance his existing strengths.
Yesterday, Su Bai hadn’t been entirely sure what those strengths were.
Now, he glanced downward.
And immediately understood.
"Ugh, it’s too early for this. Can’t exactly ask someone for help right now—Senior Zhou is probably still asleep."
With no other options, he left Zhou Jialu a message before heading out for another swim.
Afterward, he treated himself to the hotel’s buffet breakfast.
The spread was impressive. Some online reviews claimed it got boring after a while, but Su Bai hadn’t experienced that yet. He’d have to test it out over the next few days.
This was part of why he had booked a week at the Marriott—to see if long-term hotel living was actually comfortable.
Plus, it gave him time to spend money, earn cashback, and build up his funds. That way, he’d have more options when choosing a permanent place later.
While eating, Zhou Jialu replied, saying she planned to resign from the 4S store and then meet him at the hotel.
[Crispy White Goose: I’ll come pick you up. When do you think you’ll be done?]
[Jialu: Shouldn’t take long. Resigning as an intern isn’t complicated, and I already talked to the manager last night. The paperwork’s pretty much ready.]
[Crispy White Goose: [White Goose_ThumbsUp]]
[Crispy White Goose: Senior, your efficiency is impressive.]
[Jialu: Haha, well, I didn’t want to drag my feet and make you overthink things. Now that I’m in a relationship, working as a luxury car saleswoman just doesn’t feel appropriate anymore.]
[Crispy White Goose: Fair point.]
[Jialu: Hehe, I’m a one-man woman. From now on, all my affection belongs to you, Junior~]
Not bad.
In this day and age, girls as devoted as Senior Zhou were rare.
Sure, the root of her loyalty was Su Bai’s wealth—his willingness to spend on her without hesitation.
But plenty of girls would still get restless even after landing a rich guy, seeing it as a stepping stone to climb higher in social circles.
Some were even worse—dating a wealthy man, living off his money, then complaining about life being too dull and cheating with other guys.
Don’t assume rich guys never get cheated on. Some gold diggers are just shameless, lacking even the most basic sense of loyalty.
No matter how well you treat them, they’ll find excuses to betray you.
Moral boundaries?
Nonexistent.
In contrast, Zhou Jialu—whether by Su Bai’s own observations or the system’s judgment—was the real deal: a genuinely devoted romantic.
Only girls who remained loyal and provided emotional value would earn Su Bai’s generosity.
By eight-something, Su Bai was ready. He hopped into his Mercedes GLE and drove back to the 4S store he’d visited just yesterday.
This time, however, his goal—and his mindset—was entirely different.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
