Now even more people knew that Zhou Yi was going to participate in the competition.
Of course, Zhou Yi had done this deliberately.
He knew this Weibo post would definitely spark a lot of discussion.
The CGDA, as a highly prestigious international design competition, carried significant weight.
Zhou Yi's audacious tone was bound to provoke mockery from those who weren’t convinced.
But the more he was ridiculed now, the sweeter the comeback would be.
After all, with the system’s shop at his disposal, what kind of cheat skills couldn’t he get?
However, he hadn’t expected most of his fans to still focus on his looks.
As soon as the post went up, countless fans rushed to leave comments.
[Go for it, my idol! You’ve got this!]
[Is the assistant Ruolan-jie?]
[Even the way you paint is so handsome, I can’t handle it.]
[Already DM’ed him. We had a great chat—he said he keeps a turtle at home and invited me to see its head.]
[If it’s you, gege, it’s fine even if everything comes in... even if I break, it’s okay.]
[Hah... I... can’t take it anymore. Every time I see God Yi, my heart races. Can someone as perfect as him really exist? Please... give me more.]
[Handsome, I can only give you 22 points because I haven’t seen your 78.]
Zhou Yi’s fans were a riot, spouting one flirtatious line after another—enough to make anyone blush and laugh.
Meanwhile, his haters remained as relentless as ever.
[With money, you can do anything, huh? Hah.]
[No way there wasn’t any foul play in winning first place in the provincial math modeling competition. I don’t buy it.]
[If you take first in the national competition, then I’ll believe you’re actually a genius.]
[CGDA? Dream on. Try getting shortlisted first.]
[What, you think you’re from Ogilvy? Hilarious. A second-tier visual communication student acting this cocky.]
[Fans, stop hyping him. If he even makes top 10 in the nationals, I’ll eat shit upside down.]
[The national math modeling competition is tough—no way he cracks the top 10.]
[He’s in visual communication? Does he even know what CGDA represents? First place? Don’t make me laugh.]
[I’m competing in the nationals too. Let’s see how you handle the fallout. I’m from A University—bring it on if you dare.]
......
Zhou Yi never bothered responding to these. After all, those who disliked him would find any reason to hate.
On Friday morning, Zhou Yi represented Huaiyi in an art competition. The results were still pending.
But none of this was a problem—he had already exchanged for cheat skills from the system.
The stage was set for a glorious comeback. The answer would come next week.
That evening, it was time for Zhou Yi and Jiang Ruolan’s dinner date.
He had booked a table at a distinctive Chinese restaurant, skipping Western cuisine.
Jiang Ruolan was an interesting person—Zhou Yi doubted she was the type to enjoy candlelit romantic dinners.
Besides, someone who’d lived abroad for so long had surely tried every Western restaurant imaginable. Chinese food was the better choice.
When Jiang Ruolan saw that Zhou Yi had chosen a Chinese restaurant, her impression of him rose another notch.
Not for any particular reason—she just found him refreshingly down-to-earth.
Most Western restaurants in China were overpriced and underwhelming. After years abroad, Jiang Ruolan missed authentic local flavors.
Today, Jiang Ruolan hadn’t dressed in her usual professional attire. Instead, she wore a sleek purple bodycon skirt, her waist accentuated by a delicate gold chain, paired with black stockings and heels as always.
The so-called S-curve figure was perfectly embodied in Jiang Ruolan.
She had also opted for rimless glasses today, her voluminous waves cascading over her chest, the hint of cleavage adding a tantalizing allure. The overall effect was mature and captivating.
Abroad, this would be considered completely normal attire. In China, it leaned toward the bold side—but Jiang Ruolan was used to dressing this way and saw nothing unusual about it.
Zhou Yi handed her the menu. “I’m not sure about your preferences, Ruolan. You should order.”
Jiang Ruolan could tell that in private, Zhou Yi was easygoing, without a trace of boss-like pretension.
She smiled and didn’t stand on ceremony, selecting a few dishes she craved.
“I have to admit, I didn’t expect President Zhou to invite me here.”
“Do you not like Chinese food?”
“No, I love it. It’s just that most bosses prefer Western restaurants, so your choice surprised me.”
In China, many executives would pick whatever was expensive and seemed sophisticated—regardless of whether they actually liked it.
In other words, those flashy but mediocre Western establishments.
“As long as you’re happy. Though I do apologize for taking up your rest time.”
[Jiang Ruolan’s affection +1]
Once again touched by Zhou Yi’s thoughtfulness, Jiang Ruolan smiled faintly.
“President Zhou, you’ll spoil your employees like this. What kind of boss apologizes for treating them to dinner during their time off?”
Zhou Yi chuckled. “Let them be spoiled. As long as they get their work done, that’s what matters. I don’t need my staff to act like obedient kittens. Everyone has their own personality—why force them to change? What’s so great about everyone being the same?”
[Jiang Ruolan’s affection +1]
Jiang Ruolan marveled inwardly. A boss like Zhou Yi was truly one in a million.
Joining Huanyi might have been the best decision she’d ever made.
“So for the interviews tomorrow and the day after, will you be hiring people with strong personalities?”
“Absolutely. The more distinctive they are, the more creative they’ll be.”
“What if they aren’t the most compliant with your instructions?”
“My way isn’t necessarily the right way. This is my first time being a boss—if I make mistakes, I hope my employees will correct me. I can handle that.”
“With that mindset, President Zhou, you’ll succeed at anything.”
The recent buzz around Huanyi’s recruitment had stirred up considerable pressure, and even she felt the strain.
Yet President Zhou seemed completely unfazed. Sigh—just his attitude alone was something she needed to learn from.
Jiang Ruolan had always thought she was doing well, but compared to Zhou Yi, she still had a long way to go.
Whether as a boss or an assistant, it was all part of the journey.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
