I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

[Zzzz Check-in Duration → 30 days]

[January Sign-in Rewards → 30,000 points, three chances to win in-game store updates]

"Lin Xuanqi, give me a gun with unlimited bullets and I'll forgive you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clasped his hands together and chose to draw a prize.

[Children's rocking horse: It's said to be a lot of fun → 100 points]

[Fake Gun: A fake gun with a very realistic sound, used for pranks (not recommended to use against people carrying real guns) → 1000 points]

[System Backend Key (Damaged): Consumes energy to bring yourself and selected objects in the surrounding area into the system dimension. There is a chance of complete destruction, making it impossible to escape. Please use with caution. → 100,000 points]

Cheng Fei barely managed to resist spending 100,000 points to see what the system dimension was all about.

Forget it, it's too expensive.

Moreover, his luck is too low; he might just get trapped inside and die.

Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep.

……

Monday morning.

"I am a tiny little bird, I want to fly and fly but I can't fly very high!"

Chen Hao walked into the classroom singing a song that was out of tune.

He dared to sing loudly because, as a member of the basketball team's early morning training, he was confident that there would be no one in the classroom at this time.

Then he saw the person sitting in the corner of the classroom.

"Cheng Fei?!" Chen Hao was dumbfounded.

"Good morning." The boy, who was reading a book, looked up.

"Why are you here? It's only 6:30. Yinghua's class starts at 8."

"I couldn't sleep, so I just came over," the boy said calmly.

"Are you even human? You're already number one in the city, and you still want to compete?" Chen Hao said, heartbroken.

"I don't want to roll around, but I really can't sleep," the boy said earnestly.

"You beast! Sigh, I'm off to training."

Chen Hao left with a sigh.

Cheng Fei glanced out the window, his eyes frighteningly clear.

He used to wake up at 6:30 every morning, but now the [Stamina - Rapid Recovery] feature has moved that time forward by more than half an hour, making him open his eyes before 6:00.

Perhaps we should extend the evening activities a bit; going to school before dawn really doesn't fit the style of Academy City.

As the boy pondered this, he continued studying his economics.

At noon, the small group ate lunch in the cafeteria as usual.

The handsome bespectacled vice class monitor and the class monitor with long, straight black hair who also wears glasses are discussing student council matters, forming the "glasses duo" (Chen Haoyu).

Chen Hao and Du Xinhua were discussing gossip news online.

Zhou Han and Ruan Jingyi are reading the latest issue of the News Department Monthly.

"Top student in the grade, interviewed about his carefree life being kept by a banker's daughter." Zhou Han muttered, looking up with a face full of curiosity. "Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei, is what this says true?"

"Let me see." The boy's eyelids twitched.

"Here."

Cheng Fei took the monthly magazine, and the cover immediately featured several eye-catching large characters.

As expected, Su Wenwen is a waste of rice to be alive. Maybe we should find a chance to get rid of her in the future.

Although the content wasn't embellished much, it was just the facts from that day's interview.

What caught Cheng Fei's attention even more was that the cover of this monthly magazine featured a photo of Asuna Nagasaki.

The snapshot captures a moment when the girl stands under the spotlight, raising one hand and smiling gently and sweetly.

"Nagasaki Asuna: A top-tier beauty from an island nation, a rising star in the cherry blossom world, possessing both beauty and talent, excellent grades, and a master chef—the ideal girlfriend?"

Flipping to the corresponding page, it was Su Wenwen's work again; it turned out she had also interviewed Nagasaki Asuna.

Unlike her verbal and written attacks on Cheng Fei, she seems to have adopted a strategy of praising Nagasaki Asuna to create a perfect persona, which could be used to undermine her.

This has put Nagasaki Asuna in the eye of the storm.

I guess I should just get rid of Su Wenwen.

"Cheng Fei, Cheng Fei, there's also the Yinghua assassination list over here, and you're number one among the boys." Zhou Han leaned over and said.

"What's the assassination list again?" The boy hesitated for a second.

"It's a regular event that happens after every cultural festival; it's basically a popularity vote." The petite girl helped him turn to the corresponding page.

Although it's unclear what kind of custom it is, the so-called Sakura assassination list is divided into male and female lists.

On the boys' side, Cheng Fei was at the top of the list, and Kong Ruizhe, the vice president of the student council whom I had met once, was second. He was a handsome, blond guy. I didn't recognize the others.

On the girls' side, Nagasaki Asuna is first, followed by the student council president, an intellectual beauty with a deep and calculating smile, then Lin Xuanqi, Ye Shuang, and Shen Xi.

It looks like a beauty pageant for handsome men and beautiful women; Yinghua School is hopeless.

"You're eighth?" Cheng Fei exclaimed, looking at Zhou Han.

Perhaps it was because her maid outfit that day was so eye-catching. The energetic and lively little maid look was indeed very attractive. After all, Zhou Han has 7 points of charm. She is cute even without dressing up, and with just a little dressing up, she can easily outshine the average girl.

"I don't really understand it either," Zhou Han said with a seemingly modest but actually smug smile.

Cheng Fei casually flipped through the pages again and came across the program selection. As expected, the most popular program of this cultural festival was the Real Band's medley of Ultraman Tiga opening and ending theme songs.

Cheng Fei clicked his tongue and shook his head.

He couldn't wait to talk to a certain minister with refined taste about this matter.

"Haha, this is hilarious."

"It's probably all fake, isn't it? Those investors are really in a bad situation."

Chen Hao and Du Xinhua were discussing something.

"Cheng Fei, have you seen the news about the scallops running away?" Chen Hao asked, looking up.

"What? The scallop ran away?" The boy was completely confused.

"It's just that a seafood company issued a notice saying that the scallops in its underwater ranch died due to abnormal ocean currents, resulting in a loss of billions of yuan," Du Xinhua explained.

"Is that so?" Cheng Fei picked up his phone.

He definitely wouldn't have been interested in this kind of news before, but now he might take a look.

The young man, with a gossipy curiosity, searched for news related to the scallop company's alleged fraud. However, when he saw the company's specific name, his expression suddenly turned serious.

Could I really be that unlucky?

His trembling hand tapped the trading app, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Cheng Fei, what's wrong?" Zhou Han, who had been secretly watching the boy, asked with concern.

"Nothing, I just thought the news was pretty funny." The boy shook his head.

He then opened WeChat and sent a message.

"Xuanqi"

"miss you"

Are you at the office? I'd like to come over this afternoon for a chat.

Not long after, a response came from the other end.

"What? Don't tell me your scallops ran away too?"

"..."

The boy put down his phone and began to think about something.

With a luck score as high as 3, shouldn't he avoid investing, something that relies on luck?

……

147. Cheng Fei's courage grew bolder and bolder.

Cheng Fei asked Shen Xi for leave in the afternoon and went to the company to find Lin Xuanqi. Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the school gate, Lin Xuanqi said that she had an important client to meet and asked him to come back tomorrow.

So another day passed before the boy arrived at the Lin family headquarters.

When he quietly entered the office, Lin Xuanqi was sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed, reading a research report.

The girl with cascading black hair seemed a little sleepy, yawning lazily.

The boy tiptoed up behind her, leaned down and rested his chin on her shoulder, his face close to hers. He then remained still and looked at the things in front of him with her.

Lin Xuanqi glanced at the boy sideways while holding the documents, but didn't move, letting him remain in that state.

The boy and girl's skin was delicate and smooth, and the touch of their skin together was very comfortable. A relaxing and warm feeling spread between them, and Lin Xuanqi's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

At one point, the boy groaned as he straightened up, "Ouch, my neck is killing me."

He moved around to the front and threw himself onto the back of the sofa next to Lin Xuanqi.

"Xuanqi, I brought you a gift, take a look?" The boy placed a bag in front of the girl and gave her an innocent smile.

"Give gifts on special occasions." Lin Xuanqi held her chin high, unmoved.

"Christmas."

"Christmas is long over," the girl scoffed.

"Hey, I just wanted to give you a gift. I don't care what holiday it is. If all else fails, we can call it the 'Want to Give Lin Xuanqi a Gift' holiday." The boy shook the bag. "Take a look first. This is a treasure I carefully selected, absolutely perfect for you."

"Take it out yourself." Lin Xuanqi curled her lip in disdain, still holding the documents without moving.

The boy did as instructed and took out the item from the bag, "Qiangqiang."

"What is this?" Lin Xuanqi frowned slightly.

"U-shaped pillow." The boy put the gray pillow around her neck.

"I've seen someone use it in the office, what's it for?" Lin Xuanqi glanced at the thing around her neck without moving.

"Try moving your neck left and right. Do you feel supported? This can protect your cervical spine when you sit for a long time," the boy observed her.

Lin Xuanqi shifted her position with the U-shaped pillow around her neck, her brows furrowing even more. "I feel so stupid."

"You'll get used to it. All working people use it; it's normal." The young man nodded at her with satisfaction.

"I am not a working-class person."

"You sit longer than a working person." The boy said seriously, but inwardly he spat.

Lin Xuanqi wore it for a while with a look of disgust, then put down the documents, took off the U-shaped pillow, reached out and pinched the boy's face, then lightly touched her own lips with her fingertips.

The boy immediately and obediently moved closer.

The girl leaned back on the sofa with her eyes lowered, as if she were resting.

A moment later, she pinched the boy's waist hard and narrowed her eyes, "Where are your hands?"

"Xuanqi, my scallops have run away. I'm so tired. Please comfort me with your broad-mindedness." The boy withdrew his wandering hand and lowered his head as if exhausted.

Lin Xuanqi's lips curled into a cruel smile. "You want me to comfort you? Fine."

The girl placed one hand on the back of the boy's head, like a young mother gently stroking her child, while twisting his waist with her other hand, gradually increasing the force.

The boy moved as if in pain, which made her gasp for breath.

"Xuanqi, I love you," the boy said in a deep voice, holding her tightly.

Lin Xuanqi slowly relaxed her grip on his waist, keeping her arms around the back of his head. After a moment, she said coldly, "That's enough, get away."