As the name suggests, using the luxury car lottery ticket would allow the system to randomly select a high-end vehicle priced between 300,000 and 3 million yuan, which would then be legally and properly delivered to Su Bai.
The more expensive the car, the lower the odds of winning it—much like the gacha mechanics in mobile games.
As for limited-edition supercars with extremely scarce availability, the chances of pulling one were minuscule.
Su Bai wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about cars. After all, as an average guy, his understanding of luxury brands didn’t extend far beyond Mercedes-Benz, BMW, and Audi.
Worst-case scenario, even the lowest-tier 300,000-yuan car would still be considered a great ride by most people.
It would serve his daily needs just fine—after all, he was just a college freshman, and there was no need to go overboard.
"Draw the lottery!"
A colorful wheel spun rapidly before his eyes, gradually slowing until the pointer settled on a relatively narrow section.
Su Bai’s face lit up with joy—this meant he had at least avoided the lowest-tier prize.
[Congratulations, Host! You have won a Mercedes-Benz GLE450 4MATIC Luxury Trim in black, with an official MSRP of 880,000 yuan!]
Looking at the holographic projection of the car on the interface, Su Bai was thoroughly pleased.
A sleek black mid-to-large SUV, exuding a perfect blend of business-like sophistication, stability, and boldness, with no shortage of luxury.
Equipped with a 2.5T high-performance engine and a 48V mild hybrid system, it delivered both comfort for daily driving and ample power for extreme conditions.
Best of all, the spacious interior made it ideal for taking girls out on trips.
Heh, Mercedes-Benz was doing well for itself—lucky enough to be associated with a big spender like Su Bai.
Soon after, a WeChat contact request popped up from someone with a professional headshot in a suit as their profile picture.
[Manager Guo: Hello, Mr. Su. I’m Guo Yuanhang, sales manager at the Jiangcheng Xuefu District Mercedes-Benz 4S store. You can just call me Xiao Guo.]
[Su Pi Da Bai E: Hi.]
[Manager Guo: The car you reserved is ready for inspection and pickup at any time. We’ve assigned one of our star sales representatives—a lovely young lady—to assist you throughout the process. When would be convenient for you to schedule an appointment?]
[Su Pi Da Bai E: Tomorrow morning, around 9:30. I’ll head over right after class.]
Tomorrow was another early morning lecture.
In theory, Su Bai could skip it, sleep in at the dorm, and collect the system’s +1,000 yuan reward along with the knowledge infusion.
But that wasn’t a realistic option—tomorrow’s class was C++, taught by an exceptionally stern middle-aged female professor, infamously nicknamed "The Nun of Doom." She was one of the "Four Great Repeaters" in the Computer Science Department, meaning her classes had an alarmingly high fail rate.
Not only that, but attendance was strictly enforced—even roll call during breaks between sessions!
What an absolute nightmare.
The silver lining was that, out of the entire week’s schedule, only Thursday mornings were cursed with The Nun of Doom’s torment.
The other mornings were either free or skippable.
Ever since learning that the system would negate the negative consequences of slacking off, Su Bai had settled on his four-year university class strategy:
"Mandatory courses: skip selectively. Electives: skip without fail."
On the other end of the chat, Manager Guo blinked in surprise at the message.
Class?
So this Mr. Su, who had just reserved a top-trim GLE, was still a student?!
He hadn’t noticed when handling the paperwork earlier, but now that it dawned on him, Manager Guo couldn’t help but whistle in amazement.
He must be a college student. Entertainment Empire System.
Driving such an expensive car before even graduating—definitely some rich family’s young master.
These days, it’s not unheard of for college students to drive to campus, though it’s still not super common.
After all, for young people who love going out, having a car versus not having one makes a world of difference.
It doesn’t even need to be a fancy car. Just having wheels to haul luggage, pick up friends, or drive a girlfriend to the train station beats dragging suitcases around and scrambling for taxis or subways.
And when it rains or snows? That’s when having a car really pays off.
On a muddy, wet day, would your campus goddess prefer stepping straight from her dorm into a clean, dry car—or sloshing through puddles to squeeze into a packed subway with you, looking like a drowned rat?
The answer’s obvious.
As for this Mr. Su, about to take delivery of a top-tier Mercedes GLE worth 880,000 yuan… I Really Didn’t Want to Reincarnate (no pop-ups).
As long as he’s not lacking in other areas, he’d absolutely slay on campus.
Sales manager Guo couldn’t help but feel envious. As a dealership manager, he was doing well for himself now, but back in his college days, he’d been a broke kid too timid to even talk to pretty girls.
Having the means to enjoy life during your prime youth—now that’s true happiness.
After wallowing in envy for a moment, Manager Guo shook it off and went to prep for tomorrow’s client appointment.
“Xiao Zhou, come here a sec.”
The girl he called out was leaning against a Mercedes E-Class, filming promotional content for short-video platforms.
Petite but impossibly curvaceous, she wore a white blouse and a snug black pencil skirt that strained against every dangerous curve, as if about to burst at the seams. Close Combat Son-in-Law (full catalog).
Her showstopping “wine-glass legs” (thicker at the thighs, tapering down)—way deadlier in real life than those boring chopstick legs—were practically a weapon.
Up top, her assets were clearly at least a D-cup.
With fox-like, seductive features, she could’ve stepped out of a myth.
Her name was Zhou Jialu. Though she’d only interned at this dealership for a few months, she’d already become their top-performing salesperson.
Her “youthful face with killer curves” was the foundation of her appeal.
But she didn’t rely solely on looks to close deals.
On the contrary, as a Jiangcheng University marketing grad, Zhou Jialu had solid professional chops, a bright, outgoing personality—even a bit fiery.
Her sales skills were razor-sharp.
To Manager Guo, this girl was fascinating.
She loved dressing to impress and was all-in on short videos for customer leads. Those Golden Years in Showbiz (full catalog).
Yet she kept things strictly professional, shutting down any client who got handsy.
In her own blunt words: “I love watching guys squirm when they can’t have what they’re craving.”
What a little minx!
As for boyfriends? Never had one.
No man had ever sparked her interest—she needed that click.
She’d declared that if she ever met someone she liked, she wouldn’t wait for him to make a move. She’d pounce first and devour him whole.
Quite the character.
Since Zhou Jialu started interning here, her monthly sales had been stellar.
A true star performer.
“Manager Guo, you needed me?”
Finishing her video clip, Zhou Jialu swayed over on those killer hips, tossing the question casually. Nine Swords Godslayer: Xia Yu, Su Yonghuang (no pop-ups).
"Alright, there's a client coming tomorrow at 9:30 AM. You’ll be handling the meeting."
"Male or female?"
"Male, very young—probably still in school. Might even be your schoolmate from Jiangcheng University."
Zhou Jialu perked up instantly. "Got a photo?"
"Nope..."
"At least tell me how old he is?"
"Let me check... The client profile says... eighteen. Damn, eighteen?!"
Manager Guo Yuanhang had assumed it was some soon-to-graduate student whose family was buying him a car, but hell—this kid was barely a freshman!
"Ohhh~ A freshman, huh? I’ll make sure to give him a proper welcome."
Zhou Jialu licked her lips, her fox-like eyes glinting with mischief.
This big sister loves teasing innocent underclassmen.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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...
