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2: 002 received one hundred trillion 2: 002 received one hundred trillion “Brother Luo, how about we choose a different spot?”

Entering the dimly lit nightclub filled with thunderous crowd noise, Bai Zheli lightly pushed Luo Peng’s arm, showing clear discomfort.

At KIMI.

Overlooking the East Sea, this spot was quite the renowned nightlife venue.

Word on the street claimed a major celebrity backed it financially from behind the curtain.

Riding that wave of fame, the club thrived right from launch, drawing in crowds from the wealthy families of the East Sea.

With its upscale targeting, entry was tough, minimum spends kicked off in the thousands with no upper limit, making it seem worlds away from typical college kids.

He’d never set foot inside, yet after years in the East Sea for school, Bai Zheli knew KIMI’s reputation well.

A few spoiled rich kids from his campus hit it up now and then, but coming from a regular household with just over a grand monthly from home, he stayed far away.

How could someone like him dream of entering?

Truth be told, unease hit him already spotting the lot packed with high-end rides like Lambos, Ferraris, and massive G-Wagens.

“No worries, Jiang Chen’s covering everything tonight!”

Luo Peng chuckled casually, then slung an arm over Bai Zheli’s slim shoulders.

“Little Bai, first visit to KIMI, huh?

Check it out, hot girls all over the place.

Don’t squander this golden chance, dude.”

Bai Zheli pushed his glasses up his nose, a wry grin creeping onto his pale, scholarly features.

Being the baby of the group, his roomies dubbed him Little Bai.

Tonight’s “generous host” ranked as the third oldest.

When it came to Jiang Chen, Bai Zheli felt even more outmatched.

Jiang Chen might carry the label of a pushover at school, yet he’d at least tasted love.

Me? The little bro here? Zero experience, total greenhorn in romance.

“Spotted anyone cute tonight?

Spill it to your bro, and I’ll make sure you score!”

Luo Peng gripped Bai Zheli’s shoulders firmer, his voice firm and pushing.

“Cut it out, don’t corrupt Little Bai.

You think decent girls hang in spots like this?”

Li Shao, the dorm head, jumped in to steer the talk from Bai Zheli.

“Bro, that’s way too harsh.

Who claims every girl in a club is no good?”

Luo Peng shot back.

Grabbing the moment, Bai Zheli eased away from the hold and stepped back a bit.

Out of the dorm’s four dudes, only the second oldest, Luo Peng, seemed the most “adventurous”—handsome, upbeat, family running a plant.

To now, he’d swapped girlfriends four or five rounds, totally laid-back with romance.

Sure enough.

He didn’t hoard his “insights.”

Frequently, he’d dish out pro tips to the room, insisting guys live loose, not getting hung up on gals.

If it clicks, keep rolling; if not, bounce, warning that settling just fakes affection, at worst a temporary fix.

No telling if Bai Zheli or Li Shao bought into it, but Jiang Chen sure ignored the advice.

“Not every chick here’s rotten, but snagging a keeper in this joint is like hunting gems in trash.”

Li Shao, dorm leader, scanned the frenzied bar partiers with a clear-eyed gaze.

“Whatever, no point debating you.”

Luo Peng dropped it; he knew these scenes inside out.

“Alright, let’s grab seats.”

Usually, showing up at a place like KIMI didn’t assure a spot, but Luo Peng had prior visits and the promo contact, booking a booth ahead.

“Jiang Chen, check this out—what’ll it be for drinks?”

Seasoned in the vibe, Luo Peng moved to the rhythm and passed the menu to Jiang Chen.

Grabbing it, Jiang Chen eyed the costs by reflex, his eyes widening sharply.

Basic brews ran dozens apiece, sold one by one.

As buds, he knew the guy’s tight spot all too well.

Someone scraping by on awards for fees couldn’t swing this level of splurge.

“Jiang Chen, let’s split the bill.”

Li Shao offered helpfully.

Bai Zheli shot a look at second bro Luo Peng.

They could’ve hit any dive for brews, yet he picked this ritzy joint.

To outsiders, it’d look like they were shaking down easy marks.

“Jiang Chen, pick anything; you’re the host tonight, but I got the check!”

Luo Peng grinned brightly.

As a pal, he wasn’t aiming to pressure Jiang Chen.

Actually, pre-arrival, he’d planned to foot it himself.

Li Shao and Bai Zheli weren’t shocked; true friends get each other’s vibes.

But shockingly, Jiang Chen turned down Luo Peng’s offer and insisted, “I’m hosting, so it’s my treat.

Tonight, we drink till we drop.”

Luo Peng paused, swapping looks with Li Shao.

Jiang Chen’s bullheadedness shone in how he dealt with Ai Qian.

Once set on a path, swaying him proved near impossible.

“Okay, if you wanna host, go for it!”

Luo Peng let it slide, agreeing for now, plotting to sneak-pay after a few rounds.

Sticking to affordable picks, Jiang Chen got two drink sets and a fruit tray.

He’d braced for a couple grand hit.

Through school, he’d hustled side gigs, spent some on Ai Qian but tucked away bits.

“Cheers!”

The quartet toasted, cheeks glowing rosy, ditching stresses to fully vibe.

This captured true youth.

“Chen, dumping Ai Qian was smart; you’ll land way better!”

Booze loosens tongues to true feelings, they say.

Evidently, the mood let Bai Zheli voice his bottled-up thoughts.

“Xiao Bai nails it!

Ai Qian’s nothing special.

Glance around—which girl here isn’t hotter?”

Beside him, Luo Peng smacked Bai Zheli’s shoulder roughly, booze fueling the force, almost toppling him from the seat.

Drinks splashed as Luo Peng wobbled, lifting his glass with fiery cheer, “Jiang Chen, you’re dashing and skilled; prospects unlimited.

I’m sure Ai Qian’ll rue the day!”

Such lavish praise even made Jiang Chen squirm a tad.

Handsome…

Cleaned up, he did stand out—not Pan An level, but sharp-featured and good-looking, 176 cm tall just fine, with a tidy air.

The sort that never irks on first meet.

Without his looks, Ai Qian never would’ve dated a broke dude like him originally.

Talent-wise, yearly scholarships backed it up.

Yet remember, today it’s less grades, more connections and cash.

Old proverb: why let forefathers’ decades grind lose to your decade’s cram?

“Less chat, more drink!”

“Clink!”

Crisp clash of glasses.

Right as Jiang Chen geared to gulp it down, a “ding” rang out.

[Spotting ideal host, linking Ultimate Licking Dog System…]

[Link successful]

[Ten trillion Licking Dog Coins credited to your balance]