As a car salesperson, Zhou Jialu was quite skilled at driving.
The two cars parked side by side in the underground parking lot of JW Marriott.
Honestly, they looked like a perfect match.
The C260L was elegant, while the GLE exuded dominance.
Su Bai wrapped his arm around Zhou Jialu, admiring the two cars with great satisfaction.
His senior had spent 280,000 yuan on this car but won an 8x cashback—2.24 million yuan in total.
Truly, Zhou Jialu was his lucky charm.
It seemed that from now on, whenever Su Bai had to make a big purchase with cashback draws, he’d have to bring Zhou Jialu along.
"Senior, do you want to stick with the temporary license plate for now, or should I go with you to register it this morning?"
"Don’t you have a mandatory class later?"
"Yeah, but I could skip it if needed..."
"No need, it’s not urgent. Go to class. I’ll stay at the hotel, play on my phone, or watch dramas—I won’t be bored."
Zhou Jialu was putting on her well-behaved act again.
Her sense of service was leagues above those so-called socialites who only knew how to act spoiled.
Su Bai nodded approvingly, leaning in to whisper by her ear, "Then let’s head upstairs first. Help me relax a bit, and then I’ll get ready to go back to school."
"Mhm."
Zhou Jialu responded softly, glancing at Su Bai’s already restless...
Ugh, this junior’s natural gifts are just too much.
By the time her birthday came around, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed from his… enthusiasm.
But for a woman, this was the kind of "problem" that came with happiness.
Especially when, after helping Su Bai relax, Zhou Jialu faintly sensed that his stamina had somehow grown even stronger than yesterday.
A surge of anticipation welled up inside her.
If this keeps up, even if he has the patience, I might not be able to hold out until my birthday before taking things further with him. Sigh… I guess I’ll just let nature take its course.
Zhou Jialu gradually loosened her mental restrictions.
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Driving back to campus, Su Bai found a parking spot in Jiangcheng University’s southern open-air lot.
Many faculty members parked here, along with a handful of students who owned cars—like Xue Tao, a local.
The dorm area was to the north, while lecture halls were clustered in the west, both a solid ten-minute walk from the parking lot.
But with shared bikes around, it wasn’t a problem.
Thanks to the physical enhancements from the body-strengthening serum, Su Bai pedaled like the wind and made it to his advanced math class just in time.
As he entered the lecture hall, his gaze swept toward the back rows.
As expected, he spotted his three roommates occupying the last two rows—the prime real estate in any university lecture hall.
The farther from the professor, the better.
Unfortunately, the seats were already full, and his roommates hadn’t saved him a spot.
Wang Haoran noticed Su Bai and mimicked a certain basketball star’s signature move—a shrug.
His WeChat message popped up immediately:
[Wang Haoran, currently munching on agile inspiration mushrooms from the mountains: Dumb son, there were only three seats left when we got here. You’re on your own!]
[Wang Haoran, currently munching on agile inspiration mushrooms from the mountains: [Taffy_YouIdiot]]
[Crispy White Goose: [WhiteGoose_MiddleFinger]]
Su Bai scanned the room.
The only available seats were in the front row—which meant becoming the old professor’s favorite target for spontaneous Q&A.
Absolutely not!
Then, his eyes landed on a miracle: a single empty seat near the middle aisle.
A closer look revealed—Oh? Isn’t that Chen Yusheng?
In the large tiered lecture hall, seats were packed tightly together.
Chen Yusheng sat with the wall to her right and an empty seat to her left, an oddity in the otherwise full section.
Su Bai could guess why.
The intimidating aura of a cold, untouchable academic goddess, folks!
Since this was a freshman-level advanced math class, most attendees were first-years still clinging to their high-school shyness.
Sitting next to Chen Yusheng? Too daunting.
Plus, she didn’t have any close female friends either.
At that moment, Chen Yusheng noticed Su Bai too. A flicker of delight crossed her face before she quickly schooled her expression.
Not wanting to seem too eager, she silently unfolded the seat beside her and gestured for him to come over.
Whoa.
The gesture sent a ripple of hushed murmurs through nearby students.
A few who had been sneaking glances at Chen Yusheng were floored.
Wait, what’s happening?
The Ice Queen, who’s always buried in books and ignores everyone, is inviting a guy to sit with her?
No way, I must be hallucinating!
But reality delivered a brutal slap.
Su Bai casually took the seat beside her.
Then, Chen Yusheng leaned in and whispered:
"From now on, just sit with me for this class. No one ever takes this spot anyway."
"Good idea." Su Bai agreed. No more fighting for decent seats.
The middle rows weren’t bad—sometimes professors deliberately avoided calling on the back-row slackers, making the middle the safer bet.
The eternal cat-and-mouse game between teachers and students.
Chen Yusheng exhaled quietly in relief. She’d been afraid Su Bai would refuse.
But she loved being near him—it felt so comfortable.
They could chat during class, share funny things they’d seen online…
Chen Yusheng was, for all intents and purposes, an internet addict. Real-world socializing held little appeal for her—unless it involved Su Bai.
He just clicked with her.
And then there was the money.
Since her mother fell ill, Chen Yusheng had grown acutely aware of its importance.
Not that she’d been oblivious before—she was introverted, not stupid. But hospitals had a way of hammering home life’s harsh realities.
If I became Su Bai’s girlfriend, Mom’s medical bills wouldn’t be a worry anymore. She’d get proper treatment, and I wouldn’t have to scramble for money…
Her gaze lingered on Su Bai’s sharp profile and sunny demeanor, the thought flashing through her mind.
Then she mentally slapped herself.
What are you thinking, Chen Yusheng?
Starting a relationship with such a mercenary goal was downright unethical. Nothing good would come of it.
Besides, even if they did date, she had no right to expect him to bankroll her mother’s treatment.
Logically, she knew the idea was ridiculous.
But at the same time…
Su Bai did genuinely connect with her on a deep, almost soulmate level.
If they were together, it would be real. So maybe it wasn’t so wrong?
Her thoughts tangled in knots.
Meanwhile, Su Bai sent a quick message to his academic advisor, Xia Lin, letting her know he’d returned to class—just to put her mind at ease.
Gotta say, this academic advisor is pretty diligent and responsible, yet their management style is also quite relaxed. That combination of strictness and flexibility is truly rare.
Having a reliable advisor is definitely a major plus for university life.
At the back of the classroom,
Chu Mingzhe stared with his dead-fish eyes,
fixated on Su Bai and Chen Yusheng over there.
His face was a picture of devastation.
In disbelief, he muttered:
"Wait, this doesn’t make sense. Why would Chen Yusheng let Su Bai sit next to her?"
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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...
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
