Jiangcheng University, West Gate.
The street was as quiet as ever, with few people around under the clear sky.
A male student, who happened to have no classes in the morning, jogged past wearing headphones and a tracksuit.
Breathing in the fresh air nurtured by the lush greenery near the campus, he couldn’t help but wear an expression of pure enjoyment.
"Life in university is so much freer than high school… Sigh, if only I could find a girlfriend to explore the city with, it’d be even better."
The moment this thought crossed his mind, a striking pair emerged from the West Gate.
Dressed in JK uniforms with knee-high stockings—one in black, the other in white.
The boy rubbed his eyes and immediately recognized them. Weren’t these the legendary twin campus belles from the Broadcasting and Hosting Department of the College of Arts?
He instinctively slowed to a stop, lingering to admire the view.
After a moment, the twins stood by the roadside in front of the gate.
The boy considered continuing his run but realized doing so would mean passing right by them.
For some reason, he hesitated.
He was the type of shy, inexperienced guy whose heart would race just talking to a girl face-to-face.
After wavering, he decided to pause at the last corner before the gate.
It seemed the twins were waiting for a ride.
Probably heading out for fun.
He’d just wait until they left before resuming his jog.
Yeah, that made sense. His breathing and heartbeat were already erratic from just watching them. A short break wouldn’t hurt.
Sigh. Girls that beautiful felt like distant, untouchable stars.
These days, girls had such high standards—either a guy had to be rich or ridiculously handsome, or else he’d get labeled a "delusional average dude."
The boy knew his place.
He was well aware that beauties like the Wan sisters were completely out of his league.
The most he could do was steal a glance from afar like this.
Before long, a towering SUV appeared at the end of the road.
As it approached, the boy’s gaze sharpened, his expression turning odd.
Wait… this car…
Why did it look so familiar?
He racked his brain until a memory surfaced.
Hold on—wasn’t this the same car that aloof top student Chen Yusheng had gotten into that night?
Back then, he’d also been jogging nearby when he saw Chen Yusheng exit the West Gate and climb into a black Mercedes SUV.
He’d even mentioned it to his high school buddy, Chu Mingzhe, who was borderline obsessed with Chen Yusheng, practically worshipping her.
The boy stared intently at the Mercedes.
He watched as it pulled over by the curb.
Then, the Wan sisters skipped over, giggling as they opened the passenger and rear doors and hopped inside.
The Mercedes roared back to life, speeding past him with a dramatic whoosh.
The boy pretended to jog but sneakily glanced back.
Hmm…
No mistake.
The rear emblem confirmed it—a Mercedes GLE, 4WD.
After that chance encounter with Chen Yusheng, he’d idly looked it up out of curiosity and learned the model. This one was identical in make and color.
He hadn’t caught the license plate that time, but surely this couldn’t be a coincidence.
"So… Chen Yusheng and the Wan sisters are being targeted by the same rich guy?!"
If this got out in the student group chats, it’d be explosive gossip.
After all, campus belles and wealthy suitors were timeless topics of speculation.
But the boy had some integrity.
Even as an eyewitness, he wouldn’t spread rumors.
Still, hands slightly trembling, he pulled out his phone and texted his buddy.
[Keyword: Chen Yusheng]
[What’s up? Did something happen with Chen Yusheng?]
An instant reply!
God, Chu Mingzhe was hopeless… The boy’s lips twitched as he typed:
[Nah, not directly about her… Well, actually, kinda.]
[?]
[So, remember that time…]
He recounted the incident.
[Pfft, big deal. I thought you’d seen Chen Yusheng officially dating some guy.]
[Bro, the same car showed up twice at West Gate picking up different girls. Doesn’t that scream ‘wealthy playboy hunting on campus’ to you?]
[Wrong. Clearly, it’s just a rich kid slumming it as a rideshare driver. The Wan sisters and Chen Yusheng just happened to book the same car.]
[…]
If they’d been face-to-face, the boy would’ve punched Chu Mingzhe.
Whatever. No saving someone determined to stay delusional.
If Chu Mingzhe wanted to live in denial, so be it.
Peace out!
Meanwhile, Xue Tao and Chu Mingzhe were in an elective class.
This course didn’t take attendance, so skipping was technically fine.
But it was also one of the tougher electives for first-year Computer Science majors.
Most students didn’t dare skip unless they were self-study prodigies.
Yet even those who showed up ended up zoning out, lost in the lecture’s complexity.
Then came the phones…
Such was the fate of college classrooms.
Professors droned through outdated slides, students pretended to follow while scrolling endlessly—only Su Bai, with his cheat-code system, could skip class and still ace the material.
Xue Tao was busy on his phone planning a group outing.
As the self-appointed travel squad leader, he had to nail this.
Show off his reliability while sneaking in some… strategic activities.
Like swaying suspension bridges or haunted house adventures—prime opportunities for close interactions with girls…
"Hey, local expert," Chu Mingzhe suddenly mused, "you think there are rich guys near Jiangcheng University driving million-dollar cars as rideshares just to pick up girls?"
"Maybe?" Xue Tao hesitated. "Why, Shanghai boy? Planning to beg your parents for a car to impress girls? Let me tell you, mid-range is enough. No need for luxury—you couldn’t afford the upkeep anyway."
"Who says I can’t?! Both my parents are execs at multinationals. They could totally get me a Tesla—"
"Then why don’t you?"
"…" Chu Mingzhe stiffened. "They want me to focus on studies, not mess around. Ugh! That’s why my standards are so high—taste, understand? Only ethereal goddesses like Chen Yusheng or Jiang Qiuran meet my criteria."
"Sure, sure. You’re noble."
Xue Tao brushed him off.
But Chu Mingzhe grew uneasy.
What if Chen Yusheng really was involved with that "mysterious Mercedes guy"?
How would Su Bai react?
Never one to keep thoughts to himself, Chu Mingzhe privately messaged Su Bai, probing cautiously:
["Hey Su Bai, if the girl you like gets into a Benz driven by some uncle, would you forgive her?"]
After a moment, Su Bai's reply came.
["Lay off the Initial D, Shanghai boy."]
Chu Mingzhe: "…"
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
