The exam was scheduled quite early. Since it was just a midterm, the volume wasn't huge. The total time allowed was an hour and a half, running from 1:30 PM to 3:00 PM.
The moment Su Bai got the paper, he started writing furiously. He finished in a little over half an hour, handed in his paper early, and walked out of the exam hall—all in one smooth motion.
With nothing else to do, he bought a drink at a nearby bubble tea shop.
Then, he began strolling through the electronics specialty stores on the campus commercial street.
Aside from the Apple store where he initially swiped his card, he didn't skip the other domestic brands, or even the niche "Sony Dafa" store...
In the Sony store, Su Bai even spotted Panasonic and Fujitsu laptops. They were the authentic Japanese versions, prioritizing being lightweight and thin above all else, and then... well, that was about it.
The performance was laughably bad, the screens were mediocre, yet the prices were sky-high.
If one had to find a redeeming quality, the full array of ports might be considered a plus. But this is China; in most situations, a single docking station solves everything. There’s no need to accommodate the variety of bizarre, outdated ports used over in Japan.
Driven by morbid curiosity, Su Bai bought quite a few of them in one go.
He also bought recent releases from other brands—basically anything that caught his eye.
After all, Young Master Tong was footing the bill.
The clerk almost certainly recognized Su Bai. After a brief moment of shock, he quickly regained his composure.
These shops were already familiar with Su Bai's face. Someone that handsome who treated money like it was nothing was indeed very hard to forget.
At first, some people thought Su Bai was just a massive sucker for constantly buying models with zero cost-performance ratio.
Later, they realized he was just filthy rich. Buying electronics was purely for toy collection, equivalent to an average person grabbing a bottle of iced tea at a convenience store.
While paying, it suddenly occurred to Su Bai that with all these bizarre products he'd acquired, he could probably become a tech blogger specializing in this niche. He could brand himself as the "King of Trash Tech." After all, most viewers didn't have the spare cash to buy such garbage-tier products just to see what they were like.
It would be a pretty good pastime.
He'd ask his senior sister later. It seemed like Senior Sister Xiaolu was quite good at making videos, though the ones Su Bai had seen from Zhou Jialu in the past were all short-form. He wasn't sure if she had experience producing long-form content.
Soon, the math exam had been going on for over an hour, and other students began handing in their papers early.
This class included not just Computer Science students but those from other majors as well. It was normal for every major to have a few students with strong learning abilities and a solid foundation in mathematics.
For them, given the difficulty of this midterm, handing it in half an hour early was standard—and that was after checking their work twice.
Wang Haoran was among this group, and he bumped into Su Bai immediately after coming out.
"That was so easy. Basically all textbook questions."
"Indeed, meow."
"If only the other subjects were this simple... Hey, Brother Bai, do you have to do a presentation for your public elective course?"
Mentioning this made Wang Haoran scratch his head frantically. Public speaking and the like were weak points for an "Anime Game Immortal" like him; he tended to get stage fright in crowded settings.
Su Bai looked indifferent. "No big deal. I'm teamed up with the Wan sisters; they basically carried the whole thing."
"...Awesome. Sigh, I didn't get that kind of treatment. The teammates I got stuck with don't do a damn thing. In the end, I had to do everything from the literature review to the PPT myself. It's a nightmare."
Wang Haoran ranted wildly.
If the upperclassmen had heard this, they would definitely have smiled knowingly.
This sort of thing was all too common in university. Whenever a group project was assigned, the team inevitably consisted of someone carrying the load like crazy and others slacking off just as hard.
People are naturally lazy, and moral standards vary unevenly.
You have to look on the bright side; just not getting into a fight is a win in itself.
"Brother Bai really has it easy. As long as you team up with the Wan sisters or Chen Yusheng, I feel like you won't get screwed by idiot teammates for all four years of college," Wang Haoran lamented silently.
He had heard that some kids from wealthy families who studied abroad spent huge sums of money to hire people to take their classes for them. The result was that they learned absolutely nothing—it was as if they hadn't attended at all.
They coasted through to a diploma far too easily.
Who would have thought that Su Bai, studying domestically, could achieve the same effect? That was terrifying. It definitely wasn't something that could be achieved with money alone; personal charisma was indispensable.
Furthermore, the biggest difference between Su Bai and those young masters and misses who went abroad was that he actually had substance.
While reviewing in the dorm, Wang Haoran had noticed that Su Bai's math skills were incredibly solid. He didn't just know how to solve problems; he had truly mastered the material.
Xue Tao had subconsciously assumed Su Bai hadn't studied much, but he was completely wrong about that.
Thinking of the bluffing faces of the local and the "Shanghai Lord" back in the dorm, Wang Haoran mused, "These were all textbook questions and weren't that hard. Surely those two won't crash and burn, right?"
"Hard to say..." Su Bai grimaced. For the duo from Room 510, anything was possible.
But that wasn't a problem to worry about right now. He could just go back to the dorm tonight and enjoy the show.
Su Bai called Wan Xinyan and asked her to help transport the pile of "electronic waste" he had just bought back to the Shanshui Duplex. Only then did he leisurely head toward the classroom for his public elective.
The little maid would be coming back for the class presentation right after moving the goods. Truly diligent.
Wan Xinyan was actually quite enthusiastic about the work. To be fair, having grown up as a "left-behind child" in the countryside with her sister, she might not have learned much else, but she definitely knew how to work hard. She had to be diligent; the objective conditions of her upbringing demanded it.
They coasted through the presentation very smoothly and even received high praise from the teacher. Truth be told, that teacher was actually a bit difficult to deal with.
She was a middle-aged female teacher from the liberal arts department who loved wearing qipaos (with a jacket over them to prevent any accidental exposure). Every class, she would ramble on about her successful businessman husband and her brilliant child studying abroad... This precise profile radiated a vibe from head to toe that screamed, "I'm going to give you a low grade!" She was basically the type of high-maintenance teacher that was hardest to handle in university.
However, Su Bai's group was a "handsome guy + sweet-looking girl" combo, which happened to be exactly the type of students this teacher liked best.
Sigh, good looks really do pay off...
...
"...Goddammit, isn't the answer to this question C? Why is everyone in the group chat saying it's B?"
Evening.
Dinner was actually eaten off-campus. Su Bai was craving that rustic local restaurant, so he called up Chen Yusheng, who had just gotten off work, and Senior Sister Xiaolu. The group drove over in grand style and gorged themselves on local Jiangcheng specialties.
It has to be said: a person's palate really is tied to the environment they grew up in.
Su Bai's hometown, Ancheng, had a flavor profile similar to this area, so eating Jiangcheng cuisine was incredibly satisfying for him.
After they were done, Su Bai didn't return to the Shanshui Duplex immediately. For one thing, Xia Lin had asked him to go to the gym with her that evening. Su Bai planned to meet up with her for fun after she finished her research group meeting.
The last gym session had left a very deep impression on Su Bai.
Teasing Sister Lin was really fun.
Su Bai now understood why so many people chased after traditional-style girls. They were indeed delightful.
Easily embarrassed and super gentle.
His second objective was to go back to the dorm to watch the "stage play" unfold.
Hmm, once the exams are over, the reactions from the locals and the Shanghai elite are bound to be interesting...

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.”

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.