"Han-jie, look, isn’t that Zhou Yi sitting in the corner?"
"Yeah, wasn’t he your simp before? Haven’t seen him bothering you lately."
"Han-jie has Young Master Gao now, of course she wouldn’t spare a glance for some poor guy like him."
Not far away in the cafeteria, Chu Han was eating with her friends.
In their eyes, Zhou Yi was nothing more than her devoted follower.
"Who would’ve thought he’d turn out so handsome. Han-jie, any regrets? Hehe."
"If you don’t like him, why not pass him to me? Do you have his WeChat? Send it to me!"
The moment Chu Han remembered Zhou Yi now had a rich, beautiful girl by his side—and had even blocked her on WeChat—the smile in her eyes dimmed slightly.
Stirring the soup in her bowl, she deliberately replied, "Why would I have a simp’s WeChat? If you want it, go ask him yourself."
"Ugh, I heard he’s hard to get. Otherwise, I’d have gone for it already."
"But why is he hanging out with Su Ning and her crew? She’s literally the ice queen."
Su Ning and Wang Yixin, along with a few other beauties, were hard to miss where they sat.
Chu Han usually dined outside with Gao Wenhao, but today, perhaps because he’d noticed her shifting attitude toward Zhou Yi, he’d left her behind in a fit of displeasure.
Chu Han couldn’t care less. Young Master Gao loved throwing tantrums to assert his superiority—she was used to it by now and refused to grovel for his attention.
But hearing Zhou Yi was here, and with Su Ning no less, her curiosity got the better of her.
Propping her chin on her hand, she scrutinized them and remarked, "That girl next to him… isn’t that Wang Yixin?"
A curly-haired girl beside her scoffed. "Tch. Of course it’s that two-faced snake. Looks like Zhou Yi’s about to get played."
Wang Yixin was no innocent flower—she took pleasure in toying with people’s emotions. One of Chu Han’s exes had fallen victim to her schemes before.
Chu Han narrowed her eyes, smirking. "Maybe she’s just making small talk. It’s not like she’d actually be into Zhou Yi. Sure, his face got an upgrade, but deep down, he’s still the same simp."
For some reason, Chu Han dreaded the idea of Zhou Yi improving himself.
She kept convincing herself that even with his newfound looks, he remained the same desperate guy from before.
Maybe, just maybe, part of her hoped his feelings for her hadn’t changed.
But that ship had sailed the moment he blocked her.
"Han-jie, you’ve got high standards, so you think no one would want Zhou Yi. But do you know how many girls are dying for his WeChat? The forum threads about him have thousands of replies."
"Speaking of which, I just heard something wild."
"What?"
"Apparently, Zhou Yi aced both his Chinese and math exams today—full marks. Plus, he got the only spot in their program for the math modeling competition."
Chu Han burst out laughing. "No way. He failed so many classes last year. Scoring perfect? That’s got to be a rumor."
Her friend pulled out her phone, showing her the forum posts.
"Look, it’s right here. A girl from Visual Communication Class 3 confirmed it. They say he even got their department’s only competition slot."
Chu Han froze as she read.
How was this possible? Zhou Yi, a perfect scorer? In a math competition?
"I heard an even crazier theory. Wanna know?"
"Spill."
"People in Visual Comm are speculating why Zhou Yi changed so much. Their conclusion? He was hiding his true abilities all along—like he’s got some insane background."
The rumor spread like wildfire, growing more exaggerated with each retelling. By the time it reached Chu Han’s circle, Zhou Yi was practically some hidden elite.
Chu Han was on the verge of an existential crisis.
Rolling her eyes, she snapped, "He’s an orphan. What ‘background’ could he possibly have? Visual Comm majors really live up to their creative reputations, huh?"
The girl shot back, "That’s exactly why it’s suspicious! Rumor has it he found his birth parents, and that’s when everything changed. Doesn’t that make you wonder? There’s gotta be more to it."
Chu Han eyed her skeptically. "People actually believe this?"
"Uh, yeah. Why else would guys like Wang Yang suddenly start eating with him? Zhou Yi never got that kind of treatment before."
"Exactly. Even Su Ning, who used to despise him, is sitting at the same table now. She must know something."
Chu Han’s gaze darted back to Zhou Yi, her mind racing.
If the rumors were true… was Zhou Yi actually a rich heir?
Not just book-smart, but a genius?
Had his whole ‘simp’ act been a facade?
She nearly stood up to confront him—but one glance at the crowd around him made her hesitate.
She couldn’t just march over. If Gao Wenhao found out, it’d be a disaster.
Still, she needed answers. If Zhou Yi turned out to be a bigger catch than Young Master Gao… had she bet on the wrong horse?
[Chu Han’s Regret +20, Affection +20.]
Zhou Yi paused at the system’s notification.
Scanning the room, he quickly spotted Chu Han.
Among the women the original Zhou Yi had simped for, Chu Han was the most mercenary.
Her affection and regret points were the easiest to manipulate—because she was a gold-digger, plain and simple.
But women like her grew harder to sway over time. Hearts didn’t factor into her calculations.
Zhou Yi guessed she’d heard the rumors.
Nothing else would’ve shaken her this much.
"System, what’s the benefit of gaining affection points from the women I’m supposed to take revenge on?"
"Plenty. While they aren’t ranked, the higher their affection, the more items you can unlock in the system store. Their individual affection points are called ‘Red Coins.’ Check the store now."
"My system store is already open?"
"Correct. You just hit Level 10."
Zhou Yi pulled up his stats panel:
[Name: Zhou Yi]
[Level: Lv10 (Silver)]
[Wealth: ¥8,739,380 (Affluent)]
[Appearance: 100 (Unrivaled)]
[Combat: 100 (Invincible)]
[IQ: 200 (Genius)]
[Reputation: 37 (Notable)]
[Attribute Points: 9,685]
[Mission Progress:]
[Xia Qiuzhi’s Regret: 10]
[Chu Han’s Regret: 20]
[Su Ning’s Regret: 10]
[Comeback Progress: 37]
[Affection Points Earned: 7,605]
[Devoted Followers: 0]
[Achievements Unlocked: None]
[Item/Skill Acquired: Photographic Memory, Exceptional Recall]
[Current Ranking: 60,652]
[Congratulations, Host! Level Up Achieved. System Store Now Unlocked]
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
