A senior with such looks paired with her shy personality—it couldn’t get any more perfect!
[Ding! Detected that the host is enjoying the senior’s affection—how indulgent! Reward: Cash +50,000]
[Reminder: Zhou Jialu’s current emotional state has reached the threshold.]
……
Finally, she said to Su Bai:
"Junior, I can’t hold back my emotions anymore. I want… I want to give myself to you now~"
Zhou Jialu’s sincere gaze caught Su Bai off guard.
Huh? Weren’t you the one who insisted on romance and atmosphere?
Su Bai knew it was just a girl’s "quirks."
Who would’ve thought Zhou Jialu would be the one to crack first?
The reason was simple.
In just these few days, Zhou Jialu had spent time with Su Bai and witnessed his "money power" firsthand.
Not to mention how popular he was among girls.
Even the aloof academic ace Chen Yusheng and the refined, dignified heiress Xia Lin were interested in him.
In terms of looks, Zhou Jialu was confident she could hold her own against them.
It was hard to say who was better—each had their own charm.
But when it came to family background and talent? She fell far short.
She had neither.
So Zhou Jialu decided to seize the initiative.
She tossed aside her girlish fantasies about her first time and went full pragmatism.
Right here, right now—she would become Su Bai’s first woman!
Any man would hold some fondness for his first.
Sure, they’d only been together for less than a week—giving herself up so soon might seem reckless.
But Su Bai was exceptional, so this wasn’t recklessness. It was decisive action!
"Still want that romantic atmosphere?"
"Wuwu, junior, forget the theatrics. You appearing in my life is the grandest romance of all!"
……
……
[Ding! Detected S-tier goddess Zhou Jialu’s affection +4. Current affection: 95. Reward: Lottery draws +4]
[First time obtaining an S-tier goddess’s most precious gift. Reward: Special skill—"Emperor"]
[Emperor: …]
Su Bai was already thrilled about the four lottery draws when another surprise followed.
This skill…
Let’s just say it was way too useful for a rich guy!
Glancing at Zhou Jialu curled up under the blankets, Su Bai figured the senior was utterly exhausted.
At that moment.
Zhou Jialu had buried her head under the covers and hadn’t emerged for a while.
Once she calmed down, shy rationality took over.
She needed some mental prep before facing Su Bai again.
The other reason for hiding…
She was worn out.
Yep, Su Bai’s guess was spot-on.
The Body Enhancement Serum had already boosted his stamina to peak human levels.
Add the +3 special stats from the lottery?
Among ordinary people, he was already outstanding—athlete-level, even.
……
Under the covers, Zhou Jialu clung to Su Bai, nestling against him.
When she felt him shift, as if about to leave, she whined, "Junior, don’t go. Let me hold you a little longer, okay?"
"I’m not leaving. Just grabbing a cold Coke," Su Bai reassured her. "Don’t worry, I’ll stay. Just craving a post-coital ice-cold Coke."
"…Oh."
Most guys smoked afterward, but Su Bai went for a Coke—how quirky.
Maybe it was this carefree, unbothered attitude that drew Zhou Jialu to him.
Soon, Su Bai returned, reclining against the headboard as he sipped his Coke.
The icy fizz slid down his throat, refreshing every inch of him.
But his cool bliss didn’t last long.
……
Much later.
Zhou Jialu had zero energy left.
She lay limp in Su Bai’s arms, frail as an injured fawn.
Meanwhile, Su Bai remained bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
Playing affectionately with Zhou Jialu’s hair, he checked the system—her affection had skyrocketed to 97.
Two more lottery draws added to his stash, now totaling six.
Su Bai decided to save up for a ten-draw.
Just then, Zhou Jialu murmured in a drowsy, sultry voice:
"Junior… do you think I’m a really shallow girl?"
"Shallow how?"
"I wasn’t planning to rush things, but when you mentioned buying me jewelry, I… well, one thing led to another! It’s not just about the money—I just felt you treated me so well, so it felt natural…"
Zhou Jialu rambled on, her words slurring until Su Bai… interrupted.
He kissed her cheek and said gently, "I like a senior who loves money. After all, I’ve got money power."
She blinked, then burst out laughing.
Her worried expression blossomed into a radiant smile.
Right—she didn’t mind being seen as materialistic, but she cared about Su Bai’s opinion. That just proved she only had eyes for him.
Luckily, her junior was open-minded and easygoing.
A match made in heaven.
……
Half an hour later.
The two strolled down a nearby pedestrian street.
They could’ve stayed in, but Zhou Jialu was a little nervous.
So they opted for a walk.
……
Zhou Jialu couldn’t help wondering—was he really a virgin?
Whatever.
At the very least, she was definitely his first woman in college. Heh, that was enough!
She was content.
Su Bai wasn’t. He was itching to splurge—his inner tycoon was restless.
If the world of rich young masters had an esports scene, Su Bai would be the Chovy of money-flaunting.
A farming legend.
Before dinner, Su Bai decided to buy Zhou Jialu a necklace.
For a girl with her ample curves, an exquisite, dazzling necklace would be perfect.
Along with the necklace, he spotted a brooch—also a perfect match for Senior Deer!
His jewelry criteria? Pure vibes. Price? Irrelevant.
Two necklaces and a brooch later, another 200,000+ spent.
Zhou Jialu was starting to feel numb—to Su Bai, money was just numbers.
What a blissful numbness. Let me drown in it forever!
She clung to Su Bai’s arm, making her silent wish.
Her steps were a little unsteady—if you know, you know.
Su Bai slowed his pace for her, earning a delighted smile.
With time to spare, Su Bai spotted a high-end salon. The stylists looked legit.
Since he’d be traveling with the campus belles soon, he figured a glow-up was in order.
Sure, he was decent-looking, but his haircut was basic—just a standard 20-yuan trim from the campus barber. No flair, no design.
The clothes he was wearing were a bit too plain. Su Bai wasn’t one to chase after designer labels, but who wouldn’t want to look more handsome and striking?
When Su Bai shared his thoughts with Zhou Jialu, her eyes lit up. "How about I take charge of your makeover? First, a haircut, then we’ll go shopping for clothes. Trust me, I’ll make sure your handsomeness goes up by at least two—no, three levels!"
"That’s quite the exaggeration. Three levels? I might as well debut as an idol," Su Bai teased.
"You’ve already got great features. Honestly, most male idols in the entertainment industry aren’t that good-looking—it’s all about the packaging," Zhou Jialu said dismissively. She wasn’t the type to obsess over celebrities; she watched dramas and variety shows purely for fun.
If given the choice, she’d much rather focus on her husband.
That’s just how doting wives are.
As they stepped into the salon, the receptionist, Tony, took one glance at Zhou Jialu’s outfit and Su Bai’s watch before breaking into a wide, ingratiating smile.
"Welcome to La-Lavina Custom Styling, sir! We’re the most high-end and professional image designers in all of Jiangcheng. Are you here for a complete personal transformation?"
"Yep. Just discuss the details with her—I’m clueless about this stuff. Come up with a plan, and I’ll give the final approval," Su Bai replied.
Instantly, the receptionist pieced together Su Bai’s personality in his mind.
Wealthy, decisive, but hates hassle.
Working in the service industry for years had honed his ability to read customers.
Some rich guys dragged in by their women would let them call all the shots.
A few were even clearly being manipulated, bending entirely to their partner’s preferences.
But Su Bai? Definitely not one of them.
The woman beside him was alluring and fierce, the kind who looked like she could hold her own—yet she was utterly devoted to him, her eyes sparkling with adoration.
This guy was clearly someone not to be trifled with.
So the receptionist skipped the usual upselling and got straight to discussing options with Zhou Jialu. Soon, they settled on a plan.
"Sir, with your tall and broad build, a ruggedly handsome style would suit you best. We recommend an American crew cut—easy to maintain, just a bit of styling gel when you head out."
"We’ll also refine your eyebrows slightly to sharpen your features and give you a more commanding presence."
"With this look, you can pull off an Ivy League aesthetic for casual wear, or go full-on sharp-dressed with a suit—think ‘suit-and-tie bad boy’ with a touch of sophistication..."
Gotta admit, this high-end stylist was pretty trendy.
He pulled out a tablet, used AI-assisted modeling to generate a 3D avatar of Su Bai, and showed him the expected results of the new hairstyle.
Su Bai gave it a glance and nodded in approval. "Let’s do it."
After a meticulous forty-minute cut, Su Bai stood in front of the full-length mirror, momentarily dazed.
Turns out, for someone with decent looks to begin with—regardless of gender—a new hairstyle could be as transformative as plastic surgery.
Beside him, his senior’s gaze was practically molten.
The stylist’s skills were legit—the layers in Su Bai’s hair were impeccably crafted.
Of course, the price tag was equally outrageous: over 1,300 yuan.
At least men didn’t require as much maintenance as women, whose bills could skyrocket even higher.
Before stumbling into the Lavish Tycoon System, Su Bai would’ve never set foot in a place like this.
1,300 yuan? At the average rate of 20 yuan per haircut, that was enough for sixty-plus trims—enough to last years if he went once a month.
Sure, a 20-yuan haircut wouldn’t make him look great—might even do the opposite—but hey, looks couldn’t put food on the table.
That’s what he used to think. Now, though, things were different. A polished, attractive appearance made it easier for Su Bai to charm women and secure more targets for his indulgence rebates.
Next, under Zhou Jialu’s guidance, he hit up a trendy boutique and assembled a full Ivy League-inspired wardrobe.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
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.”
