After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

The following day, Monday.

In the morning, at the College of Arts and Sciences of the United Nations University.

The course is "Classical Chinese".

On the podium.

The old professor was explaining the usage of a certain function word in the Zuo Zhuan at a hypnotic pace.

It was unclear whether most of the people in the classroom were listening or not; the rest were either playing on their phones or spacing out.

Wei Yi sat by the window, his phone screen lit up, WeChat messages popping up one after another.

Wu Zhenhe: "Good morning, little brother. What classes do you have today? Autumn in Yanjing is dry, remember to drink plenty of water."

Wu Zhenhe: "I asked the nanny to make some white fungus soup, and Jing Shu drank two bowls. If you lived nearby, you could come over and have a bowl."

Wu Zhenhe: "By the way, how's the distribution point for your Tage product at Beihang University going? I know someone in the logistics department at Beihang University, do you want me to put in a good word for you?"

He scrolled up through the chat history.

I added you as a friend yesterday until now.

Wu Zhenhe sent nearly forty messages, and he replied to less than ten.

This aunt's enthusiasm is like a tap that's been turned on.

It flowed towards him in a torrent, unstoppable.

He typed, "It's already been rolled out at Beihang University, so there's no need to bother Sister Wu for now," and then added, "I'll definitely go for the white fungus soup next time."

Wu Zhenhe replied immediately: "Then how about this weekend? Jing Shu just said she finished painting that ginkgo leaf last time and wanted to show it to you. It's rare for her to be willing to show her paintings to others."

Wei Yi didn't believe that Wu Jingshu, with her introverted personality, would say such a thing.

Aunt Wu, it seems you added your own drama to your daughter's story.

But he still replied with "OK" and then switched to another dialog box.

Chen Xinyi: "Has Sister Wu been working non-stop since yesterday?"

Wei Yi: "How did you know?"

Chen Xinyi: "She just messaged me, asking what kind of food you like to eat. I said you eat everything, so she made a menu and asked me to choose for her. I picked out three dishes for you."

Wei Yi: "Which three?"

Chen Xinyi: "Peach blossom stuffed ginseng, abalone, deer antler and sea cucumber soup, and yak penis stew."

Wei Yi: "What do these three dishes have in common?"

Chen Xinyi: "They're all aphrodisiacs."

He stared at the screen in silence for a long while before replying with an ellipsis.

Chen Xinyi replied instantly with a smiley face and the message, "Focus on your class and don't play on your phone."

He switched back to Wu Zhenhe's chat window, and Aunt Wu sent three more messages:

One is a screenshot of a recipe, another is "Do you like spicy food?", and the third is "Jing Shu said she also wants to learn to cook".

They're giving their daughter more screen time again!

He looked up at the blackboard, where the old professor was still explaining function words, and the blackboard was covered with examples of classical Chinese texts.

He didn't hear a single word.

I've already heard it once in my past life, what's the point of hearing it again?

Zhao Gang, who was next to him, nudged him with his elbow and whispered, "Boss Wei, you've been staring at your phone and grinning like an idiot since class started. Who are you talking to?"

"My sister."

"Your sister? You can laugh so heartily while chatting with your sister?"

"There's also an auntie."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward: "Auntie? What auntie? Young or old? Is she pretty?"

"Thirty-six. Well-maintained, looks like she's in her early thirties. Fair skin and beautiful features. Her eyes are especially bright. I personally think she's even prettier than Fan Bingbing," Wei Yi answered truthfully.

"Holy crap!" Zhao Gang leaned back in his chair, a complex expression on his face.

Luo Xiaofeng peeked over from the other side and joined the group chat in a low voice: "Where did you meet her? At the parent-teacher conference? No way, you couldn't possibly know Aunt Thirty-Six at a parent-teacher conference."

"She's my sister's friend. I met her yesterday when I visited her house."

"And then they start messaging you first thing the next morning?"

"Um."

Li Junjie, sitting in the back row, rarely spoke up: "This...this must be the aunt's concern for her nephew."

Zhao Gang rolled his eyes and took a deep breath: "If it were you or me, it might just be the concern an aunt has for an ordinary nephew. But this is Boss Wei!"

His tone was certain.

"I bet you two!" Zhao Gang said, "She's definitely trying to seduce our Boss Wei!"

After he finished speaking, Zhao Gang and Wei Yi's three roommates fell silent.

Luo Xiaofeng looked up at the ceiling, Zhao Gang looked down at his desk, and Li Junjie pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting a complex light.

"We have a real big shot living in our dorm," Zhao Gang summarized. "Not only do we have campus beauties, but we also have rich and beautiful senior girls driving us around. Now even wealthy aunties are coming to our door. We're all freshmen, why is there such a big difference?"

"You asked this question last month."

"Then I'll ask again. Why?"

"Because of looks."

Zhao Gang buried his face in his textbook and stopped talking.

The professor was still reciting scriptures on the podium, and the atmosphere in the classroom was drowsy.

Wei Yi switched his phone to the stock trading app and glanced at the market index.

The Shanghai Composite Index stood firmly above 2400 points.

He recently used his own money to secretly build positions in several stocks, including Kweichow Moutai, BYD, and several brokerage stocks.

The recent price increases have been quite good.

Nearly 100 million yuan was invested in batches, and the average cost was controlled to a fairly good standard.

Actually, it was my older sister who reminded me of this.

He vaguely remembered that in his previous life, this bull market lasted until June 2015, when the Shanghai Composite Index peaked at over 5000 points.

It's only October 2014, the market has just started to rise, and there's still plenty of room for profit.

The more secret savings you have, the better.

After checking the stock market, he switched to Bitcoin quotes.

There haven't been many changes in the last two days.

Thirty thousand Bitcoins lay quietly in the account, like thirty thousand golden eggs buried in the ground, waiting to sprout in a few years.

Zhao Gang's voice pulled him back to reality: "Old Wei, what's for lunch? The cafeteria?"

"I'm tired of the cafeteria food. Let's go out for a nice meal."

"I agree," Luo Xiaofeng immediately raised his hand.

Li Junjie moved his guitar case to the side: "I agree."

Luo Xiaofeng said with disdain, "Could you leave your guitar in the dorm? Don't take it out with you even when you're eating."

"Mind your own business!"

As soon as the bell rang, the four of them packed up their things and headed out.

The sun in late October was warm and pleasant, and the ginkgo leaves laid a golden carpet along the way.

The four of them walked arm in arm across the flowerbed in front of the teaching building, discussing which restaurant to go to.

Suddenly, a figure strode over from the side and blocked Wei Yi's path.

A girl, about 1.6 meters tall, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and pretty features.

She wore a black trench coat over a white turtleneck sweater, jeans, and ankle boots, looking much more mature than the average girl.

"Hello, you must be Wei Yi. My name is Li Yanran, and I'm a sophomore majoring in journalism and communication."

Her smile was definitely practiced; it revealed exactly eight teeth. "I've been following you for a long time. Your speech at the school's entrepreneurship competition was particularly brilliant, as was your speech at the school's anniversary celebration. I'd like to invite you to dinner and chat about starting a business."

Zhao Gang whistled from the side.

Luo Xiaofeng nudged Li Junjie with his elbow. Li Junjie silently pushed up his glasses and hugged the guitar in his arms even tighter.

Several students passing by also slowed down.

Someone recognized Wei Yi and muttered, "Isn't that the guy who does the 'Ta Ge'?"

Wei Yi looked at Senior Sister Li in front of him, feeling nothing at all.

She is good-looking, well-dressed, and speaks confidently; there seems to be nothing to criticize about her.

But he knew his weaknesses: he was bad at judging people and had poor judgment of character.

Aside from his love of going with the flow, he's the kind of person who...

They are very self-aware.

In addition, everything was taken care of by Chen Xinyi since childhood.

In matters of women, he had become accustomed to the passive role of "my sister choosing and preparing the food for me."

And this senior student in front of me, well...

Her smile was so perfect, as if she had practiced it hundreds of times in front of the mirror.

When those eyes looked at him, they didn't reflect curiosity or admiration, but rather a familiar, calculated certainty.

It was as if he wasn't a person, but a piece of meat with a price tag already set for him.

Similar in nature to Jiang Wan.

But their skill levels are worlds apart.

Jiang is so small that no one can tell at all.