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.
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.
ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
