As soon as the afternoon major classes ended, the campus of Jiangcheng University was flooded with a bustling crowd.
Su Bai carried his backpack with one hand, walking unhurriedly along the tree-lined avenue toward the student activity center. Just half an hour ago, he received a message from the logistics manager. The super-large-scale Gundam model he had spent a fortune commissioning from a top-tier studio had safely arrived at the Jiangcheng University Anime Club's activity room.
Before he even reached the door of the activity room, he could hear waves of exclamations coming from the corridor from afar.
The originally spacious corridor was now packed to the brim. Not only the members of the Anime Club, but even students from neighboring clubs had run out to join the fun. One by one, they craned their necks to look into the Anime Club's activity room, holding up their phones to frantically take photos and record videos.
Holy crap! Holy crap! This is too cool!
Don't push, don't push! Let me take a panoramic shot! The texture is absolutely amazing!
Su Bai raised an eyebrow, parted the crowd on the periphery, and stepped into the activity room.
In the center of the huge activity room, a large empty space had been cleared out. Several professional staff members wearing uniform black outfits and pure white anti-static gloves were surrounding a behemoth, carrying out the final installation and testing.
It was a Strike Freedom Gundam model that was fully over two meters tall!
The entire mechanical body presented the ultimate mechanical aesthetics. The outer armor was made of a mixture of extremely expensive aviation-grade aluminum alloy and polymer composite materials. The surface had undergone multiple layers of pure hand-painted metal baking finish. Under the illumination of the activity room's ceiling lights, it reflected a dazzling, cold luster.
Click—
A staff member holding a professional torque wrench carefully fixed the massive Super Dragoon mobile weapon wings to the back of the machine. Immediately after, another technician tapped a few times on the tablet in his hand.
Buzz—
Accompanied by an extremely faint sound of mechanical operation, the eyes on the Gundam's head instantly lit up with a deep blue LED glow. The cooling vents on the chest and the linked armor at the joints of the limbs also lit up with a breathing light effect, as if this steel behemoth would break through the roof and fly straight into the sky at any moment.
Hiss—
The entire room instantly erupted with the sound of people gasping.
My god, the details of this linked armor explosion, these lighting components... This is definitely not a mass-produced item from Bandai, right? I've never seen such a large scale on the market! A veteran model player wearing black-framed glasses, who was usually known as a Gunpla builder in the club, trembled with excitement, his eyes almost popping out.
Another knowledgeable boy next to him swallowed hard, his voice trembling: Nonsense! Have you ever seen a mass-produced item over two meters tall, with a full alloy skeleton, that can also use a tablet to control lighting effects and micro-adjust joints? Look at the logo on those staff members' clothes, that's Shengong Studio, the top studio in the country! They specialize in private customization for top billionaires!
Private customization? How much does that cost? a freshman girl asked curiously.
The veteran Gunpla builder took a deep breath, raised a finger, and his voice rose by an octave: Just the cost of redrawing the blueprints, building the 3D model, and then making the mold for this machine would be at least this number—one million!
One million?!
Just to buy a figure?! The down payment for a house is just gone like that?!
The surroundings instantly exploded into an uproar, everyone dizzy from this astronomical number. For these college students whose monthly living expenses were only two or three thousand, spending a million to customize a model was simply beyond the limits of their cognition.
What the hell do you mean figure! This is a man's romance! the boy retorted excitedly, then looked at the Gundam with fanatical eyes. And that's just the molding fee! Counting the material costs, the labor costs of top painters, and this smart control system, the final price of this Gundam is definitely heading toward two or three million! Being able to see this level of a divine artifact in reality, my life is worth it!
Hearing this, all the Anime Club members present fell into deep shock, their eyes full of undisguised amazement and worship.
They all knew very well in their hearts that if it weren't for Su Bai, a true mega-rich big shot, holding down the fort in the Anime Club, ordinary college students like them would probably never even touch the packaging box of such a million-level, highly detailed, super-large figure in this life and the next combined.
Just then, someone sharp-eyed spotted Su Bai standing at the back of the crowd.
Brother Bai!
God Su is here!
The originally crowded group instantly parted to both sides like Moses parting the sea, automatically making a spacious path for Su Bai. Every look directed at Su Bai was filled with extreme worship and awe.
Su Bai looked indifferent, hands in his pockets, and walked along the path to the front of the massive Gundam.
Mr. Su, you're here. The lead installation engineer immediately stopped his work, respectfully walked up to Su Bai, and bowed slightly. The main structure has been completely assembled. We are currently conducting the final lighting group and joint damping tests. Everything is perfect, please inspect it.
Su Bai nodded slightly, his eyes looking up and down at this steel behemoth over two meters tall. He had to admit, the craftsmanship of a top studio was indeed impeccable. Whether it was the grainy texture of the metallic paint or the smoothness of the decals, it had all reached the level of an artwork.
Good work, the effect is not bad, Su Bai commented casually, as if the customized model worth millions in front of him was really just an ordinary toy.
Seeing Su Bai's calm and breezy appearance, the surrounding club members admired him even more profoundly in their hearts. This was the mindset of a mega-rich man! With something worth millions placed in front of him, he didn't even blink an eye.
At this time, several Anime Club cosplayers who used to play games together with Su Bai in the internet cafe came over.
They usually hung out with Su Bai and were quite familiar with him, knowing that although this big shot was rich, his temper was quite easygoing. Looking at the oppressive Strike Freedom Gundam at this moment, their eyes were all shining.
One of the girls who frequently cosplayed couldn't help but reach out and touch the cold metal base of the Gundam. She turned to look at Su Bai and teased in an exaggerated tone, Junior, this thing definitely has to be enshrined as the ultimate treasure of our Anime Club from now on!
It's not that serious, is it? Su Bai laughed.
How is it not? Do you know how hard it is to apply for funds to buy a decent display piece? After all, most of the time, hobby clubs still have to ask the school for money. There aren't many members who dare to spend their own money.
Oh, so you mean I'm a sucker?
No way, no way, how could you be a sucker? the girl said with a grin. In the future, we'll have to build a statue for you.
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!"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
