It was the transition between summer and autumn, and Jiangcheng was gradually cooling down.
The perfect time to shop for fall outfits.
Rather than dressing like a nouveau riche draped in luxury brands, Su Bai preferred something younger and more eye-catching.
This niche streetwear brand was indeed a great choice.
Price-wise, a single piece of clothing or pants made from higher-end fabrics started at two to three thousand yuan.
It could practically be considered a light luxury brand.
He effortlessly picked out a few outfits, spending over fifty thousand yuan in one go.
After a full day of shopping, his total expenditure reached around three hundred thousand, with a cashback of one hundred and fifty—yielding a nearly fivefold return.
Zhou Jialu really was a little lucky charm.
It always felt like the cashback multiplier was unusually high when it came to her.
While Su Bai was basking in the joy of upgrading his handsome image,
over in Room 510 of Male Dormitory Building 7, Xue Tao was drowning in frustration.
The reason was simple—Wan Xinyan still hadn’t accepted his friend request.
This was strange. After all, it was this girl who had been drawn to his charm in the group chat and had actively asked to join their Mid-Autumn Festival trip.
Yet now, she wouldn’t even add him as a friend. What was she thinking?
"Girls these days are so unreasonable! The Mid-Autumn Festival is right around the corner, and there are so many trip details to arrange. Communication is such a mess, ugh!"
Chu Mingzhe, who was fiddling with his headphone collection, chimed in, "Oh, so many details, huh? Tell me, what exactly needs to be discussed privately that can’t be handled in the group?"
"Uh…"
"You just want to flirt with her in private, and she saw right through it!"
Chu Mingzhe delivered the merciless roast.
Xue Tao’s face flushed red then pale as his intentions were exposed, but he stubbornly argued, "What do you mean flirt? Just adding her on WeChat—what era are you living in, Chu Mingzhe? So old-fashioned! As the saying goes, the more friends, the more paths—"
"Oh? So what path are you planning to walk with Wan Xinyan, this art school girl?" Chu Mingzhe retorted sarcastically.
"Actually, it’s the opposite! As an out-of-towner, having a friend like me means she’ll have a lifeline when she runs into trouble! After all, I’m a local—four family properties, drove a Magotan since freshman year…"
Xue Tao launched into his classic spiel.
Chu Mingzhe was stunned.
The sheer audacity of this local’s logic was truly mind-boggling.
Seriously, dude.
You’re way too full of yourself. Do you really think you’re some top-tier social asset, the kind everyone’s fighting over?
After stewing in irritation for a while longer, Xue Tao still hadn’t received Wan Xinyan’s approval.
So he switched tactics and tried adding Wan Xinyue instead.
Among the twin sisters, Wan Xinyan seemed more outgoing, while Wan Xinyue appeared quiet and shy.
But as the saying goes, everyone has two sides.
Maybe in private, she was actually sweet and easygoing—the kind of soft-spoken girl who’d melt at a little attention.
Clutching this unrealistic fantasy, Xue Tao sent Wan Xinyue a friend request.
Almost instantly, she rejected him—with a note:
[Don’t add strangers.]
???
Hold on, sis.
How am I a stranger?
Xue Tao gritted his teeth in frustration and immediately tried again, explaining:
[Hey, I’m Xue Tao, the leader of our 510 Mid-Autumn trip squad. The one who drives the Magotan.]
[Still not adding. Discuss things in the group.]
When Xue Tao attempted a third time, he found himself blocked.
His ego took a massive hit.
He ranted and raved, threatening to kick the Wan sisters out of the trip.
Honestly, it was pure impotent rage.
While Wan Xinyue’s attitude was admittedly cold,
since she’d agreed to communicate in the group, it wasn’t bad enough to warrant expulsion.
At least, that’s how Wang Haoran saw it after watching the whole spectacle.
As Xue Tao continued throwing a tantrum in the dorm, Wang Haoran grew increasingly annoyed and decided to stir the pot: "You really kicking them, bro? I agree—fewer people means easier planning."
"True," Chu Mingzhe adjusted his glasses, the lenses glinting with wisdom. "As long as Chen Yusheng and Jiang Qiuran are there, it’s fine."
"Well… actually, now that I think about it, the Wan sisters might be a bit lacking in social graces, but they’re still forgivable. They just graduated high school—still immature, you know?"
Xue Tao scrambled to backtrack.
Mission accomplished, Wang Haoran smirked, put on his headphones, and returned to grinding his game.
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, Su Bai woke up naturally at exactly 8 a.m.
That phrasing might sound contradictory, but ever since his body had been enhanced, his daily routine had become incredibly consistent.
His senior, Zhou Jialu, was still asleep.
Last night, Su Bai had pestered her for another round, completely draining her energy. Now she was utterly spent, sleeping like a log.
"Maybe I should be a decent human being for once," Su Bai thought.
So he didn’t wake her, just showered, changed, and quietly left.
Time to begin today’s adventures.
His first class of the morning was free, but the second period was gym.
Gym class had strict attendance policies—skipping wasn’t an option.
With the nation emphasizing college students’ physical fitness, Jiangcheng University had implemented rigorous attendance and testing standards.
Su Bai wasn’t worried. Even before his enhancement, his gym grades had been average—passing was no issue.
Now? Even less of a concern.
The real strugglers were people like Wang Haoran—the kind of homebody who rarely exercised…
Yesterday at the streetwear store, he’d also picked up a couple of sporty outfits.
Suitable for running or basketball.
As Su Bai left the Yashige Apartments, he caught his reflection in the building’s glass facade and was momentarily stunned by his own handsomeness.
Hmm…
Something felt missing.
He immediately pulled out his phone and searched "sporty guy streetwear inspo" on Xiaohongshu.
Say what you will about some of the platform’s more controversial female users,
but when it came to consumption, Xiaohongshu was undeniably professional.
Whether shopping or planning trips,
you could easily find guides and recommendations.
These girls really knew how to spend.
That’s when Su Bai noticed the vibrant headphones draped around the male model’s neck in a sponsored post.
Of course!
He smacked his thigh in realization.
He needed a pair of portable Bluetooth headphones.
According to online opinions, Bluetooth headphones couldn’t compete with wired ones in sound quality.
But they had no cords.
They looked cool hanging around the neck, and when out and about, they were perfect for audio that couldn’t be played aloud.
Plus, high-end Bluetooth headphones came with noise cancellation.
On his way back to campus, Su Bai made a detour to a hi-fi equipment store.
There, he bought a pair of Panasonic AZ100 in-ear Bluetooth headphones and a Sony XM5 over-ear set.
Total damage: just under four thousand yuan. Unfortunately, the cashback multiplier was only two this time.
He also added the store owner on WeChat.
The system reminded him that, beyond headphones, audio systems also fell under "indulgent spending."
After all, Su Bai loved music and movies—speakers would get plenty of use.
And when it came to audio equipment, as long as you were willing to pay, there was always something more expensive waiting.
You know, those hardcore audiophiles into HiFi gear spend way more than PC enthusiasts.
Su Bai remembers stumbling upon a Bilibili video featuring a personal sound system worth a million bucks.
Well, once he picks out his dream villa, he’s definitely splurging on a setup like that.
Customized with all the high-end bells and whistles—maybe even aiming for a ten-million-yuan cashback jackpot.
But for now, his immediate mission is surviving gym class.

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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!

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