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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
