Xie Tingwan's single sentence made it clear that her relationship with Zhou Yi was closer than others.
Zhou Yi smiled at the group and said, "Good morning, everyone."
Then, turning to Xie Tingwan with warmth in his voice, he added, "I opened it—I really like it. Thank you for the gift, Wanwan."
Zheng Wei and He Lan immediately sensed the personal connection between Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan, so they didn’t extend their earlier invitation for him to sit with them.
Joking aside, this was Xie Tingwan they were talking about! Who would dare compete with her?
The men, meanwhile, couldn’t help but envy Zhou Yi. What man wouldn’t be jealous of receiving a gift from Xie Tingwan?
Zhou Yi led the group from S Province to another row of seats. Before long, everyone had arrived.
Teacher Yang, the team leader, was efficient and straightforward. She gathered everyone at the entrance, instructed them to collect their luggage, and then headed straight to the airport.
Before boarding the plane, Zhou Yi sent messages to quite a few people.
You Man, Jiang Ruolan, Kong Huaijin, Qiao Xi, Little Jia, Su Ning, Zhang Wu...
[I'm about to board the plane, Manjie. I'll call you when I land. Take care of yourself while I'm gone.]
[Ruolan, I’m heading to the airport now. I’ll leave the company in your hands. I’ll update you after landing.]
[Sis, Xiao He and I are at the airport, ready to depart. I’ll send you photos once we reach the U.S.]
[Xi, I’m boarding soon. Let’s chat when I arrive. If I have time, I’ll bring back XX’s artwork for you.]
[Jiajia, I’m about to get on the plane. I’ll message you when I land. Don’t take cold showers—they’re bad for your health.]
[I’m heading to the airport now. I’ll let you know when I arrive. Wait for good news in a few days.]
[Wu, keep an eye on Weibo for me. I trust your skills—you’re the best anti-defamation team leader.]
It took Zhou Yi a long time to send all these messages, and even 077 couldn’t help but marvel.
Now this was what you called a true master of time management.
He tailored his approach to each woman.
Su Ning admired strength, so Zhou Yi emphasized his determination to win an award, telling her to expect good news.
Qiao Xi loved art exhibitions and had a more artistic personality, so he promised to bring back a painting she adored.
...
Zhou Yi’s WeChat was flooded with messages, mostly wishing him success in the competition, but he didn’t have time to reply to all of them.
People like Xia Qiuzhi and Chu Han, for instance.
Truthfully, they had never stopped messaging him, but Zhou Yi rarely responded.
Once his messages were sent, everyone reacted differently.
The happiest was likely Qiao Xi, who was pleasantly surprised that Zhou Yi knew her favorite artist and even remembered to bring back a piece for her while abroad.
What an incredible man.
A blissful smile spread across Qiao Xi’s face as she stared at her phone.
[Qiao Xi: Yi-ge, how did you know I love XX’s paintings? I don’t think I ever mentioned it.]
[Zhou Yi: There’s a photo in your Moments where you’re looking at a painting. Unless I’m mistaken, it’s by that artist, right?]
Qiao Xi was even more astonished that Zhou Yi recognized the artist just from that photo. Did he share her admiration for that master?
[Qiao Xi: Yi-ge, you like him too!?]
[Zhou Yi: Yeah, so I’ve read up on his work before.]
[Qiao Xi: Ahhh! I never knew you were into his art too!]
Qiao Xi felt like she had found a kindred spirit, but Zhou Yi had to board the plane, cutting their conversation short.
Hearing the system announce the rise in Qiao Xi’s affection, Zhou Yi smirked.
He pocketed his phone without replying further.
Then there was Zhang Wu’s message. As Zhou Yi’s most loyal subordinate, he took his responsibilities seriously.
[Zhang Wu: Yi-ge, don’t worry. With me around, nothing will go wrong. No one’s ever out-argued me in the fan forums.]
[Zhou Yi: Good work. I’ll bring you back a gift.]
Zhou Yi was always generous with his people.
For someone like Zhang Wu, who had grown up starved for affection, even small gestures from Zhou Yi meant the world.
077: "I’m almost worried he’ll fall for you."
Zhou Yi: "Who? Zhang Wu?"
077: "You’re a little too good to him."
Zhou Yi: "The higher you climb, the more you need loyal followers. Zhang Wu is extreme—when he hates someone, he’ll do anything to ruin them. But when he’s loyal, he’ll go just as far for you."
Zhou Yi also posted a Weibo update—a photo of himself waiting at the airport. Now everyone knew he was heading off to compete.
The earlier he built momentum, the more fans he’d attract when he won first place.
[Ahhh! Where’s CEO Zhou off to? So handsome—that suit is lethal!]
[I think it’s for the international math modeling competition. Go, Zhou Yi!]
[I almost forgot Zhou Yi is still a college student, lol.]
...
Zhou Yi chuckled, put away his phone, and boarded the plane.
He slept soundly on the flight, waking up to daylight in the foreign country.
After landing, the group went straight to the hotel to drop off their luggage.
Zhou Yi spent the entire ride replying to messages while Xie Tingwan sat at the front, chatting warmly with the others.
She glanced at Zhou Yi occasionally, but seeing him engrossed in his phone, she didn’t disturb him.
Little Jia had been messaging Zhou Yi nonstop since he boarded the plane.
[Little Jia: Your fans all say you look amazing in that suit. See? My taste is impeccable, right, Zhou-ge?]
[Zhou Yi: Absolutely. Your excellent taste just makes me look even better.]
[Little Jia: You’re already handsome enough! Ugh, I miss you already. Maybe I’ll take a cold shower to calm down.]
[Zhou Yi: If you miss me that much, just sleep. You’ll see me in your dreams.]
...
While joking with Little Jia, Zhou Yi also snapped photos of the scenery outside and sent them to different people.
He sighed—traveling was exhausting.
But the foreign women here were undeniably stunning, with striking features and alluring figures everywhere he looked.
After settling in at the hotel, Teacher Yang outlined the schedule for the next few days.
"Today is free time. You can rest at the hotel or explore the city in groups. Avoid going out alone, especially at night—public safety here isn’t as good as back home."
"Tomorrow afternoon is the meet-and-greet organized by the hosts. All competitors will attend, so don’t be late. The competition officially starts the day after. Be prepared."
Earlier, Zhou Yi had marveled at the beautiful women on the streets. But when he attended the international competitors’ gathering, he truly understood what "a sea of beauties" meant.
And among them—an SSS-level conquest target appeared!
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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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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.”

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."