It all started with discussions on a forum.
"A rich, beautiful heiress spent 10 million just to have a meal with Zhou Yi!"
The headline alone was explosive and eye-catching—Zhou Yi, a wealthy beauty, and 10 million—each term was buzzworthy.
"A stunning heiress showed up in our class today, offering 10 million to have dinner with Zhou Yi, and he turned her down! Proof included (photo)."
The original poster briefly described the incident and then shared a photo of Zhou Yi sitting with Kong Huaijin.
The comments were flooded with skepticism and envy:
"I’d believe a beauty asked Zhou Yi out, but 10 million? No way."
"That’s exaggerated. Even A-list celebrities don’t charge that much for appearances, and he’s not even a big star."
"Another delusional Zhou Yi fangirl making up wild stories? 10 million? Hilarious."
"Probably a paid actor. Now they’re staging dramas in classrooms?"
"Maybe she’s just messing around. Don’t take it seriously."
Amid the skepticism, others quickly countered:
"That Hermès bag on the table costs over 500k, dude. Don’t talk if you don’t know—it just makes you look ignorant."
"She’s gorgeous! Doesn’t even look like a typical heiress—more like a CEO. So commanding."
"I’d pay to be with a woman like that, forget 10 million! How can Zhou Yi be so picky?"
"Anyone calling her an actor is blind. That’s Kong Huaijin, the eldest daughter of Huaihai’s richest family! Damn, Zhou Yi’s on another level."
"Wait, the richest family’s daughter???"
"Just looked it up—she’s the executive director of Huaiyuan Group, daughter of a Forbes-listed billionaire worth 200 billion. So yeah, she’s a legit tycoon."
The revelation stunned everyone.
Aside from Su Ning, others at Huaihai University recognized Kong Huaijin—wealthy elites in the city’s upper circles had seen her before. Soon, her identity was confirmed in the thread.
Even the original poster was shocked by Kong Huaijin’s status. They’d only guessed she was wealthy from the conversation.
No wonder 10 million sounded like pocket change to her—she could easily afford it.
The news quickly spread to Zhou Yi’s fan community and soon trended at #10 on Weibo’s hot searches.
The photo of the two, with their striking looks, sparked imaginations—just sitting and talking, they could’ve been straight out of a romance drama.
Add their unique dynamic—a female CEO and a college guy, with her pursuing him—and netizens were hooked on the potential love story.
"Someone get me a ticket to this CEO’s love train. I’d wait in France from dawn till dusk."
"The power dynamic of a CEO and a college guy? Unreal. Even novels wouldn’t dare write this."
"So the trope is real—CEOs really do throw millions just to dine with their crushes."
"I’d marry this CEO, even as a concubine."
"Y’all are obsessing over the CEO, but no one’s talking about how hot the guy is? If I were rich, I’d spoil him too, ugh."
"That’s Zhou Yi! He’s a CEO himself—this is a power-couple romance. Strong x strong lovers, rejoice!"
"He’s also a musical genius. Anyone heard his songs ‘Mountains and Seas’ or ‘Blue Lotus’? I’m obsessed."
Given the hype, many Weibo influencers jumped on the trend, spinning wild tales about Zhou Yi and Kong Huaijin, even fabricating identities—like Zhou Yi being the son of foreign royalty.
Under these posts, Zhou Yi’s fans flooded the comments with his photos, achievements as an entrepreneur, and musical feats, drawing even more followers to his fan community.
"Weighed myself and saw I’d gained weight. Thought it was impossible—then the scale trembled. Oh, it was you stepping into my heart."
"Baby, do me—wait, no—be my baby? Sorry, I’m flustered. Be mine, baby? Help! Yi-gege took me for a drive, then suddenly sped up on the highway. I begged, ‘Slow down… too fast…’ tears streaming, but he wouldn’t ease up."
"My love for you spills down both legs [heart][heart][heart]."
"Oh, it’s you! Remember in middle school when we sat together? You’d always nap during tests, then wake up and copy my answers—front, back, everywhere. I’d say ‘stop,’ but you’d pin me down and keep copying."
"Unlike these smooth-talkers, I can only stammer for you."
The fans’ bold, unfiltered comments left Zhou Yi’s older supporters sweating, fearing the community might get banned any day.
While many admired or envied Zhou Yi, others couldn’t hide their bitterness.
Enter Zhang Wu.
Gritting his teeth, he hammered away at his phone, too fired up to even notice Zhou Yi and the CEO’s conversation. His mission? Shut down every hater with style.
Zhang Wu—next-level savage, legendary clapbacks:
"If your face could generate electricity, nuclear plants would shut down worldwide."
"You’re like a QR code—unreadable until scanned."
"Good thing you’re not a flower, or cows would boycott manure."
"To some people, I’d just say: my hand was made for your face."
"Brains and intestines look similar, but yours must share the same contents."
"Your face is your body’s miracle—expandable, shrinkable, even disposable!"
Zhang Wu’s username? "Yi-Gege’s Delusional Fan," male gender. With this battle, he became infamous—not just among Zhou Yi’s fans, but across fandom circles.
"Look at Zhou Yi’s fans. We need this level of wit to destroy antis."
"Reach this level of anti-hate, then call yourself a true fan."
"If you can’t out-roast ‘Delulu,’ you’re not worthy of your idol!"
"Can we recruit Delulu as our anti-hate leader? We need that talent. So jealous!"
"Delulu" became the fandom’s affectionate nickname for Zhang Wu.
Zhou Yi became the envy of many—not just for his female fans, but for having such a devoted male supporter.
Some even suspected it was Zhou Yi himself, but it was debunked—Zhang Wu was typing away while Zhou Yi wasn’t even on his phone, exchanging only occasional words in class.
Kong Huaijin only found out she’d trended with Zhou Yi by noon.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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.”
