At 10 a.m., Zhou Yi and his group officially set off from the hotel.
Everyone had been styled for the occasion, with Zhou Yi and Xie Tingwan undoubtedly being the most eye-catching.
Xie Tingwan wore a light blue princess dress that perfectly accentuated the charm of an Eastern beauty.
Zhou Yi, on the other hand, was dressed in a suit, his hair neatly styled in a side part, exuding elegance and an air of integrity.
The venue for the banquet was the campus of the competition’s host, Lanz University.
Lanz University was one of the world’s top-ranked institutions, having hosted the mathematical modeling competition since its inception.
It boasted the best mathematics program globally, with countless mathematical geniuses emerging from its halls.
Upon arrival, Zhou Yi and his group saw other teams who had also dressed up for the occasion.
In total, there were over eighty teams participating, though not all had ten members.
Most countries had only three spots, but due to China’s consistently outstanding performance in past competitions, they were granted ten spots.
After their arrival, a student guide introduced them to the banquet’s activities and attendees.
Zhou Yi glanced around—everywhere he looked were handsome men and beautiful women in formal attire, especially the women, each with their own distinct style and allure.
Guests mingled with glasses in hand, chatting in small groups rather than sitting and waiting for the meal to begin.
As Zhou Yi’s group entered, people approached to greet them, and soon they dispersed to mingle with different circles.
Unsurprisingly, Zhou Yi found himself surrounded by women.
"Zhou, you’re the most handsome Asian boy I’ve ever seen."
"Your English is impeccable—I almost thought you were a local Chinese-American."
"Zhou, we’re hosting a party the day after tomorrow. Would you like to come? My friends would be thrilled if you joined."
"Zhou, you look like a celebrity."
"Zhou, your face is a gift from the gods..."
People from Western countries were never stingy with their compliments, and these women praised Zhou Yi with bright, enthusiastic smiles.
Most of them were university students, eager to socialize, and naturally drawn to someone as attractive as Zhou Yi.
While many were initially captivated by his looks, they soon discovered he was also incredibly interesting in conversation.
From a distance, Xie Tingwan watched Zhou Yi encircled by admirers, a fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes.
No matter where he went, Zhou Yi was always the center of attention.
"I’m sorry, but I already have other plans and won’t be able to attend your party. It’s a shame."
Several girls had invited Zhou Yi to hang out after the competition, but he declined them all.
His schedule was already packed.
Besides, their parties couldn’t compare to those hosted by Jones and Albedo, and Zhou Yi wasn’t keen on rushing from one social event to another. He had no intention of becoming a social butterfly.
"That’s too bad. Do you have OTO? Could we exchange contact information?"
"Of course."
By the end of the banquet, Zhou Yi had added dozens of new contacts—both men and women, including a few who were gay.
He hadn’t expected to attract attention from the same sex, but he didn’t turn them away either.
They were all polite, simply expressing their admiration.
His contact list had grown by over sixty people in one evening.
These students loved sharing their lives on social media, using their real names and photos as profile pictures—a cultural difference from Chinese platforms—so Zhou Yi didn’t need to manually label each one.
Putting his phone away, Zhou Yi took a seat. Soon, a beautiful girl approached, lifting the hem of her dress as she invited him to dance.
"Zhou, may I have the honor of sharing the first dance with you?"
Fortunately, Zhou Yi had come prepared. Dancing was a must-have skill in Western social settings—whether you were good at it or not, everyone did it.
But with a smile, he politely declined. "I’m sorry, my dear, but I’ve already promised another lady. What a pity."
His gaze shifted, and sure enough, Xie Tingwan was watching him from afar.
Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow at her. Xie Tingwan’s heart skipped a beat, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she smiled back.
She watched as Zhou Yi said something to the girl before rising and walking toward her.
Bending slightly, Zhou Yi extended his hand with an elegant smile.
"May I have the honor of this dance, beautiful lady?"
[Xie Tingwan’s affection points +2]
Placing her hand in his, Xie Tingwan replied playfully, "So you just turned down another lovely girl, didn’t you?"
With one hand holding hers and the other resting on her waist, Zhou Yi guided her into a slow waltz.
Leaning close, he murmured by her ear, "Because an even more beautiful lady was waiting for me."
Xie Tingwan didn’t deny it, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "How did you know I was waiting for you?"
"Many men asked you to dance, yet you refused them all. Wasn’t it for me? If not, then I’m still honored—after all, you said yes to me first, didn’t you, Miss Xie?"
"Mr. Zhou, you’re very clever. Yes, I was waiting for you."
This was only the second time they had been this close—the first being at the internet café.
But this moment felt entirely different.
Back then, her feelings for Zhou Yi had been nothing more than a faint flicker of interest.
Now, her heart raced uncontrollably.
She was utterly captivated by his charm.
Even when Zhou Yi chatted and laughed with other women, his gaze never held anything vulgar or inappropriate—only warmth, kindness, and the demeanor of a true gentleman.
It always reminded her of her two brothers, who were nothing like him.
Even the suitors she’d met during matchmaking sessions had subtle expressions that left her uncomfortable.
Ever since meeting Zhou Yi, Xie Tingwan had unconsciously compared every man to him.
The conclusion was always the same: Zhou Yi surpassed them all.
It was impossible not to fall for him.
Day by day, the realization grew stronger—no one could ever replace Zhou Yi in her heart.
She knew she had fallen for him.
But now wasn’t the time to confess.
Her family situation was too complicated, and she didn’t want to drag Zhou Yi into it.
In the past, she would have schemed to use anyone she could.
Yet for the first time, Xie Tingwan—a woman who calculated every move—found herself unwilling to exploit a man.

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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.”