After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

With only a little bit of luck value left, Ruan Tang tried to increase it further, but the required exchange value increased several times over.

The system's soft, childlike voice rang out, "Tangtang, the essence of luck-based attribute exchange is that only through the review of the luck neutralization rules can I quietly return your soul attributes."

"The further you go, the more complete your soul becomes, and the more obvious the changes outside this world will be to the power of the rules. You will consume more luck to deceive the heavens."

"After 70%, the consumption is more than ten times that of before, and it becomes increasingly difficult as you go higher."

Ruan Tang replied in her mind, "It's okay, seventy percent should be enough for now."

That's enough for her to walk the path she wanted to take from the very beginning.

Without anyone noticing, Ruan Tang's skin became even whiter, her waist even thinner, her breasts fuller, and the allure hidden in her bones intensified.

She looked up at the man who was pulling her along.

His back view was tall and aloof, his black shirt tucked into his trousers, and his belt accentuated his lean waist.

The hair at the back of his head was cut very short, giving him a cool and distinct look.

Si Lin didn't look back the whole way, dragging her into the private lounge of the student council building and throwing her onto the desk.

Her lower back hit the edge of the table, causing a dull ache. She braced herself with her hands on the table to regain her balance.

"Am I being too nice to you?" Si Lin stood in front of her, looking down at her with a cold expression.

Ruan Tang leaned on the edge of the table, looked up at him, her eyes already red.

"Speak!" he said, barely able to contain his anger.

"Who gave you the audacity to snatch my microphone in front of the whole school? Who do you think you are?"

"I don't think I'm anything special." Ruan Tang was so angry that she burst into tears.

Her voice trembled, "But today, am I supposed to just watch my childhood friend die?"

Even if she wasn't that good, I still wouldn't want her to die.

"It's just going to school, how could it turn into this?"

"Foolish." Si Lin scoffed coldly. "Do you think it's my fault?"

"I didn't say that," Ruan Tang said, turning her face away.

Si Lin reached out and pinched her chin, turning her face back and forcing her to look at him.

She said she didn't think that way, but her eyes clearly showed her dissatisfaction.

She just felt he was wrong.

"Ruan Tang." He looked down at her, his voice indifferent.

"So what if my behavior is egregious?"

"This is not my fault; it was their own choice."

"They are not innocent."

Ruan Tang's chin was being pinched by him, and she didn't respond.

"Because it was Shenglan that gave them the opportunity to climb up, and because there are so many success stories, more and more talented people are eager to come here."

"They chose to participate in this competition themselves."

Where resources are concentrated, bloodshed and competition are inevitable.

"Otherwise, why do you think so many people willingly remain at the bottom of the food chain in Shenglan?"

"That's because the lowest level of Saint Lan is an unattainable existence in the eyes of outsiders."

He released her chin, took a step back, and stared into her eyes. "Why haven't Fang Zhaoyang and Lin Xiaokui dropped out of school? Isn't it for the same reason?"

"Otherwise, with their grades, they could easily choose any school outside."

"But they still chose Shenglan and refused to leave no matter what."

"Ultimately, it's all about profit, because Shenglan is the fastest way for them to cross social classes."

"This social class may not make them extremely wealthy, but at least it can allow their family to move from an urban village to the Third Ring Road."

"If they go out, even the efforts of three generations of their family might not be enough to achieve this."

Si Lin's lips curled into a slight, sarcastic smile. "Since you want to take resources from me, what's wrong with suffering a little?"

"As the saying goes, 'When Heaven is about to place a great responsibility on a person, it first tests their will and strengthens their body.'"

"Ruan Tang, I'm training them, I'm helping them. They should be grateful to me."

"On the contrary, it is Lin Xiaokui, who led them in the rebellion, who is harming their interests."

Ruan Tang stared at him blankly. "Nonsense."

Si Lin's expression grew even colder. "Ruan Tang, I'm giving you one last chance."

"As long as you personally add the resistance group to the blacklist, I can let bygones be bygones, considering that you are still young and ignorant."

Ruan Tang pursed her lips tightly, and in her pure yet alluring eyes, there was no submission, only stubbornness.

As Si Lin looked into those eyes, the fire in his chest burned even brighter.

For that group of people, for Lin Xiaokui, for Fang Zhaoyang, and for those special admissions students who had nothing to do with her, she argued with him time and time again.

"So you're really obsessed with the resistance group, aren't you?"

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the door. "Alright, I'll take you there now."

"We'll put you on the blacklist along with them, and you'll both be expelled from school."

He pulled her along for a couple of steps.

Ruan Tang frantically grabbed his arm with her other hand, preventing him from pulling her away.

"No—" she cried.

Si Lin turned around.

She grabbed his wrist and pulled back, somewhat frightened.

"I've already given you a chance." He looked down at her, his voice cold.

"It's too late to regret it now."

Ruan Tang did not let go.

Using the force of his wrist, she stumbled forward a step and then pressed herself against him.

Her soft, yielding body nestled into his arms, carrying a delicate fragrance that was both sweet and clean.

Ruan Tang tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed her lips to his.

Her voice was incredibly soft, "Please, just this once, spare them one more time."

Si Lin looked down at her.

Her fair face was covered in tears, like a frightened kitten, clearly terrified but still stubbornly standing in front of him.

He clenched his fists, his suppressed anger barely contained. "You're willing to debase yourself like this just to plead for outsiders?"

Ruan Tang didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Tears rolled down her pointed chin and landed on the back of his hand.

Delicate and charming.

Si Lin stared at her intently.

These eyes are even more beautiful when they cry; the pupils are translucent with tears, and the corners of their eyes are tinged with a faint red.

Her snow-white skin was smooth and supple, so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

Upon closer inspection, his facial features became more refined day by day; his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and small mouth reached their pinnacle, all reflecting his aesthetic sense.

Si Lin spoke, his voice low and husky, "Fine, then I'll grant your wish."

He scooped her up in his arms and kicked open the door to the inside of the lounge.

Inside were luxurious suites, with beds neatly made.

He threw her onto the bed, her skirt flipped up, revealing a section of her snow-white thigh.

She tried to pull herself back by supporting herself on her elbows, but he had already leaned down on her, one hand supporting her ear and the other loosening his tie.

Si Lin called her name, his voice deep, "Ruan Tang, you made your own choice, you begged for mercy yourself, so you have to accept it."

His dark blue pleated skirt and his belt fell to the ground together.

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