Logically speaking, for an optional outing like this, a certified homebody like me would undoubtedly choose to stay in.
But then again,
It might count toward practical credits.
And since it’s a chance to go out, there’s always the possibility of mooching food and drinks off Su Bai.
Only a fool would pass up free meals.
Besides, it wouldn’t interfere with grinding mobile games—just pack a couple extra power banks.
And just like that, the travel group expanded to five people: the four guys from Room 510, Building 7 of the male dorm, plus Chen Yusheng.
The question of who would lead the group sparked quite the debate between Xue Tao and Chu Mingzhe.
Both insisted they were the most qualified.
Their argument started over lunch in the cafeteria and carried on all the way back to the dorm.
Finally, at around 8:30 PM, a winner emerged.
The deciding factor, ironically, was pure coincidence.
Chu Mingzhe and Xue Tao had been hyping up their travel squad in the social mixer group chat, boasting about their five-member team—four guys plus Chen Yusheng—and inviting more girls to join.
Chu Mingzhe made sure to highlight his extensive travel experience, mentioning trips to over a dozen countries since elementary school and even sharing some of his photos.
To be fair, his photography skills weren’t bad.
The Shanghai native did have some taste.
His pitch actually worked, attracting a few girls from the College of Arts to add him and chat about travel and photography.
After all, international travel from a young age signaled a well-off background, and being into photography suggested he knew how to have fun—both qualities likely to pique certain girls’ interest.
Unfortunately, none of the girls were particularly impressive.
Chu Mingzhe scrolled through their Moments, his expression morphing into the classic “old man, subway, phone” meme.
“I thought art students were supposed to be different. How is this possible? I assumed Broadcasting and Hosting majors had standards for looks, but… sigh.”
“That bad?” Wang Haoran, bored out of his mind, leaned over for a look. “They seem fine to me.”
“This is after makeup and filters—barely passable. I can’t even imagine what they look like in real life.”
“Ah, got it. Not my thing. All 3D girls look the same to me—face blindness,” Wang Haoran declared, channeling his inner shut-in. “Raiden Shogun clears.”
Xue Tao also took a peek before suddenly exclaiming, “Wait, Shanghai guy, why are they all just chatting with you and not joining the trip?”
“No idea,” Chu Mingzhe admitted, baffled. He’d been talking to several girls, but the moment he brought up the trip, they all politely declined, citing other plans.
“Su Bai, thoughts?” Wang Haoran asked.
Su Bai, ever the laid-back observer, mused, “Probably our group dynamic seems off. Four guys plus Chen Yusheng—her high-achiever, ice-queen vibe naturally puts up a ‘keep out’ sign. Most girls wouldn’t feel comfortable joining.”
The others nodded in agreement.
Though Su Bai usually kept a low profile, his insights were often spot-on.
Xue Tao, annoyed, snapped, “Screw this. Hu Ye’s just cursed. Let me try.”
So Xue Tao took over the group chat, launching into his pitch:
“Listen up, folks! Our group’s biggest selling point? We’re doing a road trip. For scenic spots around Jiangcheng, tours are too restrictive, and public transport’s a hassle. Driving’s the way to go… and guess what? Yours truly happens to have a Magotan 330 at my disposal anytime.”
Gotta admit, the local boy flex was a bit forced.
But it worked.
A girl with a sticky rice ball avatar chimed in:
[Wait, you actually have a car? That’s perfect! We hate cramming into the subway—Mid-Autumn Festival crowds are insane. A road trip sounds amazing.]
Xue Tao’s spirits soared. He immediately DM’d her.
After some chatting, he learned her name was Wan Xinyan, and she had a twin sister, Wan Xinyue, in the same class.
Both had made it into Jiangcheng University’s Broadcasting and Hosting program—a rare feat for twins.
The sisters always stuck together and had been scouting for a comfortable travel group when Xue Tao’s Magotan 330 bragging caught their eye.
A college guy with his own wheels? Also rare.
A quick search confirmed it wasn’t a luxury car, but decent enough.
Perfect for a free-ride tool.
Wan Xinyan accepted Xue Tao’s friend request.
Their conversation revealed an eager, if not particularly sharp, guy.
Dim but enthusiastic? Ideal for manipulation.
A match made in convenience.
Still, Wan Xinyan raised a concern:
[With us, it’d be four guys and three girls. One car won’t fit everyone, right?]
Xue Tao, prepared, replied:
[No worries. I’ll rent a second car. My roommate can drive it. Two cars, seven people—easy.]
Wan Xinyan smiled.
[Good. You’re really thoughtful, Xue Tao. Most guys your age aren’t this mature.]
Flattered by the girls' compliments, Xue Tao was practically floating on air, grinning like an idiot and muttering to himself, "Heh, you think those twins might both fall for me?"
"You've read too much Romance of the Three Kingdoms, huh? Both of them falling for you? Get over yourself," Chu Mingzhe poured cold water on his delusions.
"Anyway, our travel squad’s pretty much set. Seven people is fine, but adding one or two more girls wouldn’t hurt. We’ve got two cars—room for ten."
Watching Xue Tao gloat made Chu Mingzhe sick to his stomach.
How the hell did this old fox get to hog all the spotlight?
Was his own resume—world traveler at a young age, having visited seventeen countries, a skilled photographer with refined tastes—really not enough to impress any girls?
Whatever. It didn’t matter.
Chu Mingzhe had another mission.
「Invite Jiang Qiuran to join the group.」
Honestly, he wasn’t confident.
After all, he and Jiang Qiuran had zero connection.
She was the kind of girl swarmed by rich guys daily—the undisputed queen bee of the so-called "goddess dorm."
But precisely because it was a challenge, Chu Mingzhe was determined to pull it off.
That’d definitely one-up the local boys.
Little punk, let me show you how a real Shanghainese rolls!
Just as Chu Mingzhe’s ambition was about to ignite—
Su Bai, silent until now, suddenly spoke up: "Yusheng just told me Jiang Qiuran asked if she could hang out with us for Mid-Autumn. I said yes for everyone."
"Wait—what the hell, man? She just… volunteered to come?!" Chu Mingzhe’s face twisted in frustration.
"Oh, should I take it back then?" Su Bai shot him a sidelong glance.
Xue Tao jumped in, "Hell no! She’s welcome! More than welcome!"
Then he gave Su Bai a weird look.
No idea why Jiang Qiuran wanted in, but if she was joining, it was a win. After all, in Xue Tao’s eyes, she was the perfect campus belle.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
