Wan Xinyan's tone was dripping with undisguised disdain.
Compared to the lively, enthusiastic persona she displayed while chatting with Xue Tao in the group chat, it was like night and day.
But this was perfectly normal—girls often wore different masks depending on who they were dealing with.
She had joined Xue Tao’s travel group because, at a glance, Wan Xinyan could tell he was the type of guy who was eager to flaunt his wealth to impress girls—a total simp.
And she and her sister just happened to be in the mood for some free luxury.
A self-drive trip with someone catering to their every need? Way better than being crammed into a tour bus.
Not all travel experiences were created equal.
Why did so many young people despise traditional domestic tourism? Simple—they couldn’t afford to splurge.
These days, travel services were incredibly advanced. If money was no object, you could fly first class, have a high-end tour guide handle every detail upon arrival, retreat to a five-star hotel at night, and even "play cards" with a stunning companion… Trust me, nobody would hate traveling under those conditions!
But joining Xue Tao’s group didn’t mean the twins were going to let him hit on them.
Her older sister, Wan Xinyue, might be a bit naive.
Wan Xinyan, however, had been sharpening her social skills since childhood—especially when it came to manipulating men.
A few coquettish words, a couple of sweet voice messages, and Xue Tao was practically foaming at the mouth.
Ah, what a useful little tool he was.
Right now, though, Wan Xinyan’s real interest was Su Bai.
She tapped away at an AI image recognition app, then froze, her expression blank.
Her sister leaned over curiously, her pretty eyes widening in shock.
"Watch brand: Audemars Piguet. Estimated value: at least 500,000… Damn."
Wan Xinyue was stunned. How could a fellow student at their university wear something so expensive?
"Is this AI app even accurate? Could it be a fake?" Wan Xinyue couldn’t quite believe it.
After all, wearing knockoffs to flex was pretty common these days.
"Maybe real, maybe fake. I don’t know much about authenticating watches," Wan Xinyan admitted with a shrug.
Despite her cunning, she and her sister came from a poor rural family.
Their tuition for broadcasting school was even borrowed.
They’d chosen the arts track purely because their academic scores were mediocre—it was the only way they could attend Jiangcheng University, the best in the province.
Here, the odds of meeting a wealthy guy were much higher than at some no-name college.
That’s right—the Wan sisters’ entire purpose for attending university was to scout out a loaded second-generation heir.
With their intelligence and background, clawing their way to wealth through hard work was nearly impossible.
But their naturally pretty faces and killer figures? Now that was their golden ticket.
Wan Xinyan analyzed the situation carefully.
"Let’s set aside whether the watch is real. If Su Bai actually lives at the Ascott, then he’s definitely one of our year’s hidden tycoons… Heh, time to test the waters."
She opened WeChat.
Just then, a notification popped up: [Xue Zhitao requests to add you as a friend].
Her delicate brows furrowed in irritation.
This guy had no sense of boundaries.
She’d already ignored his friend request twice. Was he really trying again?
Talk about having zero emotional intelligence.
In the adult world, some things were just unspoken rules.
Clearly, little Xue was still a child.
She dismissed the request once more and instead tapped on the cartoon white goose avatar in the group chat—Su Bai’s profile.
She sent him a friend request.
A while later, he accepted.
[FlakyWhiteGoose: Hey, what’s up?]
[FlakyWhiteGoose: [WhiteGoose_TiltedHeadConfusion]]
[RedBeanMochi: Hi Su Bai! I saw the photos you posted—you seem really into sports, huh?]
[RedBeanMochi: Since our Mid-Autumn trip includes hiking, my sister and I want to buy some gear. Would you mind coming shopping with us to help pick stuff out?]
[RedBeanMochi: No worries if you’re busy! Otherwise, we’ll just bug you online for advice later… Pretty please?]
[RedBeanMochi: [BunnySticker]]
Meanwhile, Su Bai, who had just changed clothes at his duplex apartment, was about to head out to meet senior Zhou Jialu.
He blinked at Wan Xinyan’s message, baffled.
Wait, sis.
I just casually flexed to put that local braggart in his place. How does that translate to me being "into sports"?
Su Bai had a hunch this girl was just using it as an excuse to ask him out.
Was she some next-level gold digger who could sniff out his financial status from two photos?
Curious, he checked her WeChat moments.
Well, well… not bad at all.
"So the ‘loli with big assets’ trope is real? Anime wasn’t lying…"
While the twins’ looks weren’t quite on par with campus beauties like Zhou Jialu or Chen Yusheng, their figures were something else.
They were like niche delicacies—distinctive flavors you couldn’t find just anywhere.
If top-tier stunners were a state banquet, these two were the must-try local street food.
A balanced diet required both!
Su Bai instantly accepted:
[FlakyWhiteGoose: Sure, I’ll tag along. Tomorrow afternoon work?]
[RedBeanMochi: Perfect, we’re free then!]
[FlakyWhiteGoose: Cool, we’ll set a time later. Gotta run for now.]
[FlakyWhiteGoose: [WhiteGoose_SprintingAway]]
[RedBeanMochi: Got it! Thanks so much~]
Back at the JW Marriott, Zhou Jialu was still lounging in bed—utterly content.
She wasn’t the type to get bored easily.
Zhou Jialu was simple to please. She didn’t demand constant emotional pampering from her boyfriend. As long as he kept her well-supplied with luxury, she’d stay sweet, gentle, and affectionate.
When Su Bai returned, she was engrossed in a drama.
Hearing the door open, she lit up, her ample chest bouncing as she rushed over—only to suddenly turn shy, ducking her head to nuzzle against his chest while wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Missed you, junior…"
"One night apart and you’re already clingy?" Su Bai chuckled.
"I just did! But don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Staying in this amazing room is heavenly. Just… felt like something was missing."
Her fingers trailed down his abs, then lower.
Yikes—this vixen!
Since getting with Su Bai, Zhou Jialu’s seductive charm hadn’t dimmed one bit.
The only difference? Before, she loved teasing everyone for the thrill of being desired.
Now, all that energy was laser-focused on him.
For an eighteen-year-old rookie, it was overwhelming.
"Guess I’ll have to replenish your missing nutrients then."
Su Bai swept Zhou Jialu off her feet and tossed her onto the large bed.
A startled yelp escaped her lips, followed by a cascade of sultry, delighted laughter.
] [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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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!"
