077 explained: "It's the photos of you on the forum that earned a lot of Heartbeat Points, along with contributions from random women you've encountered on the street and female classmates at school."
"Hundreds of people, each contributing dozens of Heartbeat Points. For those girls, their Heartbeat Points might only be twenty or thirty, but multiply that by hundreds—you do the math."
"The reason I didn’t announce it is that they’re all ordinary women—C-grade females. They don’t belong to the B-grade or above category of characters you need to pursue. They only contribute Heartbeat Points and attribute points, so there’s no need for you to pursue them, and I didn’t have to report it."
Only then did Zhou Yi realize how terrifying this system was. It turned out he didn’t even need these ordinary women to fall in love with him—just a tiny bit of goodwill from them could bring him benefits.
"Then if I became a celebrity, wouldn’t I be unstoppable?"
"Host, being a celebrity is a double-edged sword. Once any scandal breaks out, these Heartbeat Points can drop. In other words, only B-grade or above characters, or those whose Heartbeat Points for you have already reached 100, will remain unchanged. Everyone else’s affection can shift."
As the system elaborated, Zhou Yi gradually understood the rules better.
C-grade females represented all ordinary women—maybe someone you passed by on the street or a netizen who thought you were handsome just from your photo. These people could all contribute Heartbeat Points.
Only B-grade or above females required pursuing, and they offered greater rewards. Moreover, their Heartbeat Points wouldn’t fluctuate—that was the significance of pursuing them.
Zhou Yi checked his attribute points and considered having the system max out all his attributes.
The system reminded him: "Host, these attribute points are the basic currency for purchasing items in the system mall later. Are you sure you want to spend them now?"
"It’s fine, I’ll just use a little. Maxing out these attributes shouldn’t cost too much."
"Understood, Host."
Zhou Yi’s panel updated once again.
Character Attribute Panel:
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv8 (Bronze)]
[Wealth: 7,998,650 yuan (Affluent)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)]
[Combat: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[Intelligence: 200 (Genius)]
[Reputation: 19 (Discussed)]
[Attribute Points: 7,754]
Mission Progress Panel:
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret Value: 10]
[Chu Han’s Regret Value: 0]
[Su Ning’s Regret Value: 0]
[Comeback Progress: 18]
[Heartbeat Points Earned: 6,948]
[Admirers: 0]
[Achievements Obtained: None]
[Items/Skills Acquired: Photographic Memory, Exceptional Recall]
[Current Ranking: 60,652]
[System Mall Unavailable Due to Low Level]
As all his attributes upgraded, Zhou Yi could clearly feel changes in his body.
It was as if a surge of energy had filled him—his strength seemed inexhaustible, and his stamina had heightened.
"What does ‘Combat: Unrivaled’ mean?"
"It means that as long as you pair it with any martial arts manual from the system mall, you’ll reach an invincible state."
"Wait, could I even cultivate immortality in the future?"
"Anything is possible—it just depends on how many attribute points you have."
Zhou Yi smirked. It seemed that in this system world, he still needed wealth—just in the form of attribute points.
Another thing was his intelligence. Once he got to the classroom, he’d test just how powerful this maxed-out genius-level IQ really was.
And then there was his money.
Zhou Yi had suddenly become a millionaire, and he was still struggling to process it.
What should he do with all this money?
In his past life, Zhou Yi had come from an ordinary family. The idea of having millions was something he’d never even dared to dream about. Now that he had it, his first reaction was confusion.
"System, shouldn’t I come up with a reasonable explanation for this money? If an orphan like me suddenly becomes rich without any explanation, won’t people get suspicious?"
"Correct. The system can handle the bank’s side, but you’ll need to think of a plausible story for the people around you."
Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes in thought and quickly made a decision.
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Zhou Yi arrived outside the classroom just as class was about to start.
His advisor, Liu Wei, stood at the door with a gloomy expression.
He had just been subtly mocked by the advisors of Class 1 and Class 2, so his mood was far from pleasant.
"Professor Xu, look at the exam results—our class lost to Class 1 and Class 2 again. More than half failed. If this keeps up, how many students from Class 3 will even qualify for grad school? We can barely secure any scholarship spots."
The calculus professor, Xu Cong, sighed helplessly. "What can I do, Liu Wei? This is the art department. Most of these students are artists—calculus was never their strong suit."
Liu Wei’s dissatisfaction with the class’s calculus performance was obvious. He patted Xu Cong’s shoulder and forced a smile.
"But calculus is too important now. Who knew the reforms would require even art students to study it? And since we’re stuck with it, shouldn’t we at least try to secure a spot in the upcoming National College Mathematical Modeling Competition?"
This competition was an international event with substantial prize money. Even if you didn’t win, just representing the country came with rewards.
The selection process started domestically—first at the provincial level, then the national level, before the top ten teams advanced to the international competition.
Liu Wei had been eyeing the provincial competition spot for a long time. If they couldn’t even pass the school’s selection, how could they even dream of the provincial round?
Xu Cong didn’t know whether to admire Liu Wei’s ambition or call it delusional.
That competition was where top students from elite universities competed. Sure, Huai University had a spot—but this was the art department! Most of the students were painters. Did Liu Wei really expect a miracle here?
"Liu Wei, the modeling competition isn’t that simple."
"Our class does have a few students who are good at math. Don’t underestimate art students."
"Everyone has their strengths. There’s still the National Chinese Painting Competition and other art contests—you can pin your hopes on those."
"I know, I know. But the modeling competition selection is right around the corner. I’m really counting on you, Professor Xu. Please think of something."
Xu Cong nodded. "I’ll do my best. Class is about to start—you should go, Liu Wei."
Liu Wei pressed his lips together, knowing Xu Cong was just brushing him off.
The man was close to retirement—long past the days of passionate dedication to education.
Besides, university professors had it easy compared to high school teachers, who were under constant pressure for college admissions.
Liu Wei turned and saw Zhou Yi standing behind him.
His first reaction was being stunned by Zhou Yi’s now-maxed-out appearance.
What the hell?
How had Zhou Yi become so unrealistically handsome in just a few dozen minutes?
As if radiating an aura and bathed in a dreamlike filter, Liu Wei felt nearly blinded by the sight.
This was a face more handsome than any 3D model!
Even anime characters couldn’t compare—Zhou Yi was more striking than someone straight out of a manga.
Liu Wei, a straight man in his thirties, was so stunned it took him a full minute to snap out of it.
Remembering Zhou Yi’s absence from the class meeting, he decided to lecture him a little.
"Why weren’t you at the class meeting? What were you doing? Didn’t you see my notice?" Liu Wei’s tone was sharp.
Zhou Yi didn’t have a bad impression of this advisor, so he answered with a polite smile.
"Teacher, I never mentioned this before, but I’m actually an orphan."
Liu Wei froze for a second, recalling how Zhou Yi had always said his family was busy during parent-teacher meetings, so no one ever attended.
He’d assumed Zhou Yi’s parents were just swamped—he never expected this.
"Yesterday, my biological parents found me. I was absent this morning because I was moving in with them."
Now Liu Wei couldn’t bring himself to scold him. He opened his mouth but swallowed any harsh words.
"Next time, remember to ask for leave. You can’t just skip without notice, understand?"
"Understood, teacher."
Seeing Zhou Yi’s obedient demeanor, Liu Wei waved him off.
The moment Zhou Yi stepped into the classroom, all eyes turned to him.
For major lectures like math and English, all three classes of the Visual Communication department usually studied together.
The girls gasped and started whispering the second they saw Zhou Yi’s face, unable to look away.
"Oh my god, it’s really Zhou Yi... He’s unfairly handsome."
"Suddenly, I kinda envy Su Ning. What’s up with that?"
"It’s a waste for a face like that not to be in showbiz."
"Damn, with looks like that, he could dominate the entertainment industry."
"The new male plastic surgery template has arrived."
"Was the long bangs before his way of avoiding attention?"
Zhou Yi ignored the stares and calmly took his seat.
Zhang Wu shot him a cold glare, his jealousy barely concealed as he took in Zhou Yi’s looks up close.
"Must feel great being surrounded by girls, huh? Bet you never dreamed of this before."
Zhang Wu’s bitter expression was almost laughable.
Zhou Yi smirked. "It does feel great. Too bad you’ll never know."
Zhou Yi’s face was naturally aloof, giving off an untouchable vibe, but even this mocking smile was devastatingly handsome.
A camera shutter clicked behind them.
"Shit, forgot to mute it!"
A hushed yelp followed.
Zhou Yi glanced back, and the girls immediately ducked their heads, too shy to meet his gaze.
Zhang Wu fumed. Zhou Yi had become sharp-tongued—he couldn’t even out-talk him now.
Since mocking Zhou Yi’s looks was off the table, he went for another sore spot.
"You! Hah, don’t think being good-looking will change your place in Su Ning’s heart. A girl like her doesn’t care about looks. With your grades at rock bottom, you’ll probably be dead last in the next exam too."
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
