It really was about selling his looks!
None of those girls willing to buy were actually here for the Jade Beauty Serum!
They were all after something else entirely!
Once An Yi realized that the girls willing to pay weren’t interested in the serum but were instead drawn to his strikingly handsome face, he fell into deep thought. He had been smug about selling seven bottles and making 3,500 yuan in just one morning.
Forget it. Might as well just sell his contact info for 500 yuan directly. Why bother with the Jade Beauty Serum? That was just wasting over ten yuan in production costs!
Looking at the serum, An Yi sighed.
The stuff was downright ugly—a dull gray with a hint of green, looking like mud.
He had even gone through the trouble of packaging it in beautifully designed glass bottles, and still, no one wanted it.
Even though he had diluted the original formula by N³ times, compared to those so-called high-end facial masks and useless cleansers from big brands, this watered-down product’s effects were still nothing short of miraculous!
But the real problem was getting the word out.
He had sent samples to the Xiangyun Auction House, but there was still no response. For all he knew, they might have tossed it in the trash. He’d have to try again later.
If that other junk could sell for 100 million, his bottle was no worse.
One problem after another piled up, giving An Yi a headache.
He suddenly realized that business wasn’t as easy as he had imagined.
He could collaborate with either the Qin family or Boss Nie, but An Yi knew that if he did, his profits would shrink.
His ambitions were big—his target market was the entire Great Xia.
Relying on gimmicky ads or selling his looks wasn’t a sustainable strategy.
Maybe he should just go back to robbing people!
Ding! Host’s insight is exceptional. Reward: +5 to mental attributes!
Hearing the system’s prompt, An Yi was speechless.
The beginning is always the hardest.
Making money wasn’t something you could rush.
Staring at the ugly bottle, An Yi felt a wave of melancholy.
This stuff could crush any skincare product out there—it was bound to be a hit. But he really couldn’t be bothered with running a business.
He needed someone to handle it for him.
The 500-yuan price was just for testing the waters. Once branding took off, he’d raise it to thousands or even tens of thousands.
Of course, he had no idea just how terrifyingly huge the profits from this stuff would be in just a few months.
An Yi dialed Ding Renfeng’s number. "Hey, Lao Ding, how’s sales on your end?"
"Boss, zero sales so far. Across all seven stations at the south gate, not a single bottle sold."
An Yi:
"Not even one?!?"
If it wasn’t selling, why was he wasting his life on this?
He couldn’t afford to wait—every day cost him 100,000 yuan!
Screw business!
Furious, An Yi decided to watch a few of Sensei Fukada’s lessons to calm himself down.
Lately, he’d taken a liking to her lectures—there was something philosophical about them.
Just then, a commotion broke out at the east gate.
"New student, right? From the School of Economics and Trade? Let me take you to your dorm!"
"No, back off! I’m from the School of Economics—I should be the one helping!"
"Come on, let me carry your luggage. I know Dongda University like the back of my hand!"
A group of upperclassmen swarmed around a girl, fighting over who got to carry her bags.
The girl had a delicate, fragile beauty—soft-spoken and gentle, with a face that could launch a thousand ships.
Her pure, innocent looks, paired with her stunning figure, made her the epitome of the "pure yet seductive" goddess worshipped by legions of lonely hearts.
"N-No, thank you!" Lan Ruoxi took a step back, refusing their help.
As a freshman in this unfamiliar environment, she was naturally timid—especially around these overly eager upperclassmen. They were downright terrifying.
"Don’t be shy, Dongda’s a great place!"
"Yeah, you can’t carry all this by yourself."
The persistent upperclassmen wouldn’t give up.
"She said no! Are you deaf? Bunch of losers!"
A short-haired girl walked over, backpack slung over one shoulder, her tone dripping with disdain.
The word "losers" instantly pissed off the helpful seniors.
"Who the hell—"
They turned to retort but froze.
The girl behind them was just as stunning as the delicate goddess—if not more so.
With her ear-length bob, a row of earrings, heavy eyeliner, and a bubble of gum popping at her lips, she exuded a rebellious, tomboyish charm that was oddly captivating.
The upperclassmen had one thought: The current campus queens, Qin Yao and Ye Sisi, might be in trouble.
These two freshmen were serious competition.
"Hey, you’re…?"
Some of the second- and third-year guys couldn’t resist trying to strike up a conversation.
Nie Qinglan shot the speaker a glare. "Piss off! I don’t have any luggage!"
The rejected senior awkwardly backed off.
This girl was a porcupine—nothing like the timid one earlier. She wasn’t going to be easy to chase.
Just then, a luxury car pulled up near the east gate.
"Stop the car."
"Young Master, is something wrong?" the driver asked.
A slick-haired young man rolled down the window, his gaze burning as he took in Nie Qinglan and Lan Ruoxi. "I never expected Dongda’s freshmen to have such outstanding beauties."
The commotion was too loud for An Yi to ignore, even while absorbed in Sensei Fukada’s lecture.
He glanced over and nearly facepalmed.
Lan Ruoxi!
And the other girl was Nie Qinglan!
What were the odds?
The remaining upperclassmen hadn’t given up on helping Lan Ruoxi with her luggage.
With so many bags dumped from the bus, there was no way she could manage alone.
This was their chance to get close to a goddess—they couldn’t let it slip away.
"Let me help you!"
"No, I’ve got it! I know the campus best!"
As they argued, Lan Ruoxi’s eyes lit up. She took a deep breath, stepped forward, and grabbed a guy’s wrist.
"C-Could you help me?"
The moment Lan Ruoxi actively reached for another man’s hand, the upperclassmen’s hearts shattered.
This pure, innocent goddess had turned them all down… only to approach someone else?
"Girl, you’re so shallow! Looks aren’t everything!"
"What’s so great about this pretty boy?!"
"Ahem. Fancy meeting you here, Ruoxi."
An Yi, who had been watching the spectacle, now found his wrist seized. He smiled awkwardly.
"Mhm! An Yi, I made it!"
Lan Ruoxi tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, her voice soft and sweet.
She had finally arrived at Donghai University—and found the boy she liked.
Just then, a figure lunged at An Yi from behind.
"Boss! I missed you so much!"
Nie Qinglan leaped onto his back, clinging to him like an octopus.
"Hey! Get off me!" An Yi struggled.
He still needed his face to make a living! He couldn’t afford to be caught in a compromising position with a fan in public—PR damage control would be a nightmare!
"No way! I’m your secretary! You didn’t even call me all this time. An Yi, did you miss me?"
"Nope! Now get down!!"
Lan Ruoxi, still holding An Yi’s wrist, stared at the girl wrapped around him, frozen in place. She didn’t know whether to let go or—
The upperclassmen watching this scene felt their eyes burning with envy, their hearts bleeding acid.
Two goddess-tier freshmen, on par with Qin Yao!
What the hell did this loser do to deserve this?!
The scent of lemons filled the air at the entrance of Donghai University.
Click!
The sound of a phone camera shutter snapped.
An Yi instinctively turned toward the noise.
Standing at the school gate with an icy, expressionless face was none other than Lin Chen.
Lin Chen showed no intention of greeting An Yi. Instead, he turned and walked away, one hand tucked in his pocket while the other held his phone. His voice was cheerful as he sent a voice message:
"Yao Yao, Yao Yao, look at this photo! Guess who I just ran into?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
