After ninety-nine online romances, I finally met my ex in person when school started.

Zhu Xun Chuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the sleeping Jiang Yao.

The gangster's daughter, who was supposed to "physically castrate" him with a butterfly knife last night, now looked like a ragdoll cat with its claws tucked in, half its face buried in the velvet pillow, breathing heavily.

He reached out and gently tucked her exposed, fair thighs back into the blankets, making sure the blankets were tucked in tightly.

Looking at the room's extreme luxury, Zhu Xun Chuan sighed.

The system rewarded him with a billion yuan in cash, and he thought he had reached the pinnacle of his life. Now, looking at his ex-girlfriends: the granddaughter of the deputy commander of the military region, a mafia princess who controls the underground order of Kyoto, a professor from Kyoto University with an extremely powerful background, and a super-rich heiress who casually bought shares in Kyoto University.

"Did I send the wrong version of this system? Other people are super rich with a billion dollars, but my billion dollars in Kyoto is at most considered to be getting out of poverty."

Zhu Xun Chuan rubbed his aching lower back and quickly finished washing up. He picked up his phone and left Jiang Yao a WeChat message saying, "I have an early class at school, I'll come see you tonight," before leaving.

He took a taxi back to Kyoto University. Just as he reached the intersection near the South Gate dormitory area, Zhu Xunchuan stopped in his tracks.

In the morning light, a brand-new Lamborghini Revuelto is parked on the side of the road, its cool scissor doors raised high.

But what's even more eye-catching than the supercar is Xia Wanying leaning against the car door.

Today she wore an extremely fitted white golf outfit. The top was a tight-fitting sleeveless polo shirt, the thin fabric of which breathtakingly accentuated her full and firm bust. The bottom was a white pleated skirt that only reached the upper thigh.

The most alluring thing was the pair of white, knee-high athletic stockings she wore. The tops were banded with red and blue stripes, clinging tightly to her fair, delicate legs, creating a subtly alluring silhouette. Her exposed skin shone brightly white in the morning light.

Taking advantage of Xia Wanying's inattention, he quickly slipped into the dormitory building entrance and pretended to run downstairs.

"Brother Chuan!"

Xia Wanying, with her sharp eyes, spotted Zhu Xunchuan at a glance. She came running over, her white golf shoes clicking on the floor. Without any airs of a spoiled young lady, she flew into Zhu Xunchuan's arms like a joyful white dove.

A refreshing aroma of white tea filled my senses.

"You actually came down right on time, five minutes from the deadline." Xia Wanying looked up, pouting her red lips, holding a thermal bag in her hand. "Here, I brought you a crab roe sandwich and hot milk, it's still warm."

Zhu Xun Chuan took the paper bag, his gaze following her slender neck down to her long, straight legs encased in white stockings.

"Dressed like this so early in the morning, aren't you afraid of causing a traffic jam here?" Zhu Xun Chuan said jokingly, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Xia Wanying glanced down at her dress, then boldly pressed herself forward, her chest resting directly on Zhu Xunchuan's arm. "Does it look good? I specially picked this out last night so I could go play basketball with you. It's only for you."

"It looks good, though." Zhu Xun Chuan swallowed his milk, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's just that there's too little fabric. This skirt is so short it'll be difficult to even squat down. Are you going to play ball or go fight someone?"

"Ugh!" Xia Wanying's cheeks flushed red, and she punched him in the chest with her fist. "You eat yours, get in the car. I've booked a place."

The two climbed into the Lamborghini. The V12 engine roared deafeningly, and the sports car transformed into a white lightning bolt, speeding away from the campus.

Forty minutes later, the car drove into the Royal Golf and Equestrian Club, located in the northern suburbs of Kyoto.

A faint scent of fresh grass filled the air. This club operates on an extremely strict membership system, requiring not only billions in capital verification but also joint recommendations from at least three top-tier long-term members.

The Lamborghini had just stopped at the clubhouse entrance.

The lobby manager, accompanied by eight waiters in tuxedos, was already waiting at the bottom of the steps. The manager strode forward, personally opened the car door, and bent over at a ninety-degree angle.

"Good morning, Ms. Xia. Your golf bag has been delivered to the first green. The course will be completely closed for you this morning."

Xia Wanying put on sunglasses, slightly raised her chin, and resumed her nonchalant, aloof demeanor. She took Zhu Xun Chuan's arm. "Let's go, Brother Chuan."

The manager glanced at Zhu Xun Chuan discreetly. Seeing this young man in an ordinary white T-shirt and casual pants manage to get the usually aloof young lady of the Xia family to take his arm, the manager was immediately stunned, and lowered his head even further.

Green number one. The view is extremely expansive, and the artificial lake glistens in the sunlight.

Xia Wanying took a specially made carbon fiber golf club from the caddie and put on a pure white sheepskin golf glove.

She walked to the service table, her legs slightly apart.

The movement caused the white pleated skirt to tighten instantly, lifting the hem and vaguely revealing the edge of her pure white safety shorts underneath. She leaned forward, her waist arching in an extremely soft and exaggerated curve, her pert peach-shaped buttocks sticking out backward.

Zhu Xun Chuan stood behind, looking at her rounded curves and the absolute territory created by the white socks, and his eyelids twitched.

This girl is practically a walking generator.

"Bang!"

Xia Wanying twisted her waist and swung her club. Her movement was precise and aesthetically pleasing. The white golf ball traced a long parabola through the air and landed steadily on the green thirty yards from the hole.

"Yay!" Xia Wanying turned around excitedly, threw down her golf club, ran over and hugged Zhu Xunchuan's arm, shaking it. "Brother Chuan, look! Was my shot good?"

"You're using your core strength well." Zhu Xun Chuan casually pinched her firm lower back. "But your stance isn't stable enough. Your left leg trembled a bit when you swung the club just now."

"Oh dear, you're picking on me. If you're so capable, then you do it!" Xia Wanying said coquettishly.

Just as the two were flirting, a burst of piercing applause suddenly came from the side.

"Slap, slap, slap."

A young man wearing a custom-made golf outfit and with his hair slicked back walked over. He was followed by two bodyguards, who were twirling a golf club in their hands.

The man's gaze swept up and down Xia Wanying's pleated skirt and white socks without any attempt to conceal it, his eyes revealing a greedy and wicked glint.

"Miss Xia, your ball skills have improved again." The man walked up and spoke to himself, completely ignoring Zhu Xun Chuan beside him.

Xia Wanying's smile vanished instantly. She released Zhu Xunchuan's arm, took a half-step back, and said coldly, "Young Master Zhao, I remember I booked the entire number one green today. How did you get in?"

Young Master Zhao shrugged and smiled frivolously: "My dad just invested a small portion in this club. I heard Miss Xia was here, so I came over to say hello. We're all in the same circle, let's hang out together."

As he spoke, he finally turned his gaze to Zhu Xunchuan. He looked Zhu Xunchuan up and down, his casual clothes of unknown brand, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his lips.

"Miss Xia, changed your taste? Why bring a caddie to play golf? This outfit probably doesn't even cost two hundred yuan. You're not short of pocket money, don't you feel ashamed to bring this gigolo out?"

These words were extremely impolite, clearly intended to pick a fight and put someone down. In their circle, wealth and connections are the only passports to success.