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: "…"
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