Two goddesses from the dorm, plus a pair of beautiful twin girls—this trip was something to look forward to.
Even if he couldn’t hit on Jiang Qiuran, Wan Xinyan and Wan Xinyue were still incredibly tempting. Just now, Xue Tao had seen their photos on Wan Xinyan’s social media—both were fresh-faced, cute little beauties with youthful looks, yet their chests were surprisingly well-endowed.
The perfect combo of "loli" and "busty."
After indulging in his fantasies for a while, Xue Tao suddenly remembered something important and asked Su Bai, "Hey, Su Bai, didn’t you get your driver’s license over the summer?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Then how about we rent a car and you drive?"
"You’ve been planning this all along, huh?"
"Tch, don’t call it ‘planning.’ It’s just mutual help between roommates. Look, we’ve got four beauties joining us on this trip—it’s a rare opportunity, you know…"
Hearing the teasing tone in Su Bai’s voice, Xue Tao felt a bit embarrassed and tried to defend himself.
Su Bai couldn’t be bothered to argue and waved him off. "Relax, I get it. But no need to rent a car—I just bought one recently. Perfect timing for the trip."
"Wait, you bought a car?"
Xue Tao rubbed his ears, wondering if he’d misheard.
Su Bai, this broke-ass guy, could afford a car?
Their conversation also caught Chu Mingzhe’s attention.
He had just put on his beloved Sennheiser headphones but immediately took them off, surprised. "Bro Su Bai, buying a car is no small matter. Such a big purchase, and you didn’t even discuss it with us?"
"I saw one I liked, so I bought it," Su Bai replied casually.
In his mind, he scoffed—You’re not my dad, why the hell would I consult you?
But that was just how Chu Mingzhe was. Whenever someone in the dorm bought something, he always had to chime in with his "expert" opinion to flaunt his refined taste.
Just as Su Bai expected, Chu Mingzhe adopted a serious tone. "Buying a car is something you should think through carefully. Right now, new energy vehicles are all the rage—young people should go for those. But there’s a lot to consider… A car represents a person’s image, you know? Like, if a young guy buys a traditional gas-powered joint-venture car, it just makes him seem old-fashioned…"
"Who the hell are you calling out?" Xue Tao glared, his temper flaring. "Old-fashioned? Having a car at all is already a win. Besides, these electric cars have only been around for a couple of years—they’re unreliable. What if it breaks down all the time? German engineering is the real deal, tried and tested. A man who drives a Magotan is a real mature man."
Then, turning back to Su Bai, Xue Tao pressed further, "Oh, right, didn’t you say you came into some money recently? Must’ve used that to buy the car, huh?"
"Something like that."
"What kind of car?"
"An SUV. Pretty big."
"Oh, that’s… fine, I guess. Now that you’re dating Goddess Chen, having a car makes things more convenient. But you’ll have to cover maintenance costs—can your family handle that?"
Xue Tao’s tone was aggressive, clearly doubting Su Bai’s ability to afford the upkeep.
"No problem. Anyway, I’ll bring it for the trip. That’s settled."
Su Bai gave a brief reply before putting on his headphones and jumping into a ranked game with Wang Haoran.
Lately, Chen Yusheng had been carrying him to too many wins—it got boring. Tonight, he’d experience the raw, unfiltered thrill of solo queue with Wang Haoran.
Feeling ignored, Xue Tao backed off, grumbling to himself.
Seems like Su Bai’s "small windfall" might not have been so small after all.
Did he win the lottery? Or get lucky with some foreign financial product that skyrocketed overnight?
Investing wasn’t Xue Tao’s forte.
But one thing was clear—Su Bai’s financial situation seemed to have improved. First, he upgraded to an iPhone Pro Max, and now he bought a car.
This gave Xue Tao a vague sense of crisis. Until now, he had been the undisputed king of the dorm—well, more like he and Chu Mingzhe were rivals for the top spot.
He was also the only student in the whole class who owned a car.
Now that Su Bai had one too, it diluted his uniqueness.
But then Xue Tao reconsidered. Given Su Bai’s spending habits, he probably went for something budget-friendly—a domestic SUV under 100,000 yuan, like a Chery, Great Wall, or Changan.
Meanwhile, Xue Tao drove a Magotan 330, a proper joint-venture mid-size sedan.
Completely different leagues. The impression it gave girls was worlds apart.
Just imagine—a goddess like Chen Yusheng sitting in a cheap domestic Haval H6? The thought alone felt wrong.
Xue Tao guessed that Su Bai and Chen Yusheng were still just in the ambiguous stage—far from actually dating.
Maybe once Chen Yusheng got a taste of Su Bai’s "cheapness," she’d lose interest.
Thinking this way, Xue Tao felt much better.
Otherwise, if Su Bai really ended up with Chen Yusheng, he’d be seething with jealousy. How could such a stunning goddess fall for Su Bai?
The guy was decent-looking, sure, but otherwise? Total low-quality male material.
…
[Ding! Host neglects his coursework to dive headfirst into Summoner’s Rift—such indulgence! Reward: +1000 yuan cash.]
Su Bai and Wang Haoran battled fiercely in the ranked trenches.
By the time they called it quits, they’d somehow lost points.
Whatever. Yusheng would carry him back up later.
Before bed, Su Bai went to wash up, and Wang Haoran followed, seizing the chance to ask:
"Bai, why is Jiang Qiuran joining us on this trip? I remember Chu Mingzhe saying she and Chen Yusheng don’t really get along."
"Really? I didn’t know that."
Su Bai genuinely had no clue about Jiang Qiuran and Chen Yusheng’s relationship.
Until today, he hadn’t even known Jiang Qiuran was part of the "goddess dorm."
Back when they started college, Jiang Qiuran and Su Bai had agreed to pretend they didn’t know each other.
To sell the act, they even deleted each other’s QQ and WeChat.
A clean break.
Which was ironic, considering they were childhood sweethearts—literally grew up next door to each other back home.
No idea what Jiang Qiuran had been thinking back then.
But Su Bai didn’t dwell on it. If she wanted to cut ties, fine by him.
He’d felt a little sad at the time, but he got over it quickly.
Apparently, too quickly.
He hadn’t even bothered to find out which dorm she was in.
I, the fearless forgetter!
Well, that was just Su Bai—a man born with a naturally fickle heart.
Like these days, he was casually dating an older student while also getting cozy with Yusheng.
And he felt zero guilt about it. To him, it was just… natural.
Su Bai mused for a moment before answering Wang Haoran, "Maybe Jiang Qiuran doesn’t have many friends either. Girls who are both pure and alluring, the really polished types, tend to have a lot of superficial friendships. But deep down, they’re easy targets for cliques and exclusion."
"Ah, is that how it is? I don’t get girls at all. Their social dynamics seem so complicated."
"It's fine. When traveling, having more people around makes it livelier. Just eat, play, and enjoy—it won't affect anything."
"True."
Su Bai climbed onto the metal bunk bed in his dorm and lay down, scrolling through his phone for a while. Surprisingly, he found it quite comfortable.
Even more comfortable than staying in a hotel.
This realization made Su Bai reflect on himself.
Could it be that he’s the type who feels uneasy after staying in too many luxurious places?
That shouldn’t be the case...
Deep down, Su Bai also yearned for a life of extravagance.
What man doesn’t want to be impressive, to show off every day?
Take, for example, the time he splurged on his senior sister in a luxury store, spending money like water. The adoring, lingering gazes from the salesgirls had felt absolutely exhilarating.
But somehow, sleeping in hotels always left him with an inexplicable sense of dissatisfaction.
The question seemed to verge on philosophical territory.
After some thought, Su Bai decided to discuss it with someone.
His choice of person to consult was rather unconventional—he picked his academic advisor, Xia Lin.
According to the system panel, Xia Lin’s favorability toward Su Bai had already surpassed 50. That was the foundation for this discussion—after all, what advisor would entertain such bizarre philosophical questions from a student without some level of goodwill?
Besides, everyone said Xia Lin was a wealthy, beautiful woman from a well-off family.
From Su Bai’s observations, her demeanor, the things she used daily—none of them were cheap, and they carried a refined taste, arguably even more discerning than that of the so-called "Shanghai elite."
Compared to the nouveau riche style of locals, she was on a whole different level.
So, among the girls Su Bai could comfortably talk to, Xia Lin was the most suitable for this discussion.
[FluffyWhiteGoose: Advisor Xia, I have a dilemma I’d like to discuss. Do you have a moment?]
[SummerLin: Sure, go ahead. What’s the dilemma?]
[FluffyWhiteGoose: Logically, staying in luxury hotels every day is many people’s dream. But I tried it recently—why did I start feeling restless after just a few nights? And this was a riverside suite costing nearly 2,000 a night.]
[SummerLin: ?]
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?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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...
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.
