I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 4 - 4 The name is well-deserved

After a succession of notifications sounded, Jiang Chen found himself filled with confidence.

Yet, as his eyes shifted to the bottle of imported spirits, doubt started to gnaw at him once more.

He had no clue about the brand of that foreign booze.

But downing it all at once would probably leave him knocked out cold right there.

His goal was to play the role of a devoted admirer.

Not to endanger his own safety.

"Would a single sip suffice?"

Backing out was out of the question; his position as a devoted admirer was already locked in.

Without charming Li Shuru, those ten trillion admirer funds would remain a distant fantasy, as intangible as reflections in a mirror or moonlight on water.

"Only one sip?"

"Absolutely not, no chance.

You need to down at least three!"

"Right, three shots!"

Several girls chimed in, eager to stir up more excitement and prolong the spectacle.

They were keen on watching the embarrassment unfold, reluctant to let the amusement fade so soon.

Inadvertently, they ended up aiding Jiang Chen's cause.

"Alright then."

Three shots it would be.

Given his tolerance for liquor, handling three shouldn't pose an issue.

Grasping the moment, Jiang Chen quickly took a seat, displaying impressive gusto as he snatched the bottle and glass to fill his own.

"Cough cough cough…"

He'd misjudged the strength of the imported liquor.

As he swallowed the final shot, his chest burned fiercely, nearly bringing up bile, though he barely held it back.

"I've downed them all."

Witnessing the tears streaming from his eyes, the girls burst into fits of laughter.

One of them, giggling seductively, flashed him a thumbs-up: "Impressive style!"

Jiang Chen wiped his lips and checked the affection points.

Still sitting at -100.

No shift at all.

Capturing a girl's favor clearly demanded more than that.

But this affection system was downright crushing, wasn't it?

To start off in the negatives.

Had it been neutral at zero, he might have felt a touch of satisfaction.

He was acquainted with Li Shuru, though their interactions had been minimal.

This extreme affection score had to stem from his infamous devotee reputation.

"Jiang Chen, have you truly moved on from Ai Qian?"

A girl inquired, driven by curiosity.

"I've put her behind me."

His response brimmed with assurance, nothing like the legendary devoted admirer of lore.

"And now…"

Jiang Chen stayed quiet, simply fixing his gaze on Li Shuru, his wordless stare speaking legions.

The girls exchanged glances.

"Wait, are you planning to pursue our Shu Rui?"

Jiang Chen grinned, betraying no embarrassment.

His throat scorched, lending a raspy edge to his voice as he remarked in a captivating manner, "I simply wish to befriend Shu Rui."

"Ah… so friendship is all you're after…"

A girl poked fun, stretching out the final syllable on purpose.

"Drinking's acceptable, but you don't catch my interest," Li Shuru stated bluntly.

She appeared utterly unaffected by her friends' ribbing and spoke with directness.

Ultimately, she served herself a drink.

Her elegantly nailed fingers gripped the glass edge, swirling it lightly before she tacked on another comment.

"You're not the kind I go for."

True enough, the Art Academy beauty didn't mince words.

Jiang Chen, facing what felt like a preemptive rejection, held his poise—maybe he was used to it—steadily inquiring, "So, what kind appeals to you?"

Li Shuru tilted her graceful, ivory neck and sipped her drink, remaining silent, radiating allure mixed with arrogance.

One friend tallied on her fingers, hinting slyly, "For starters, he couldn't be less than that Liang Zhenlun fellow, could he?

He rolls up in a used Maserati President, which still costs a few hundred grand.

Shu Rui's match would need to pilot something pricier than that."

A pricier ride.

That meant exceeding a million bucks, right?

These Art Academy girls were incredibly focused on status!

Jiang Chen sensed a growing frustration.

In the old days, hearing such lofty standards for a partner would have sent him packing, since even auctioning himself off wouldn't cover it.

However, circumstances had shifted now.

He possessed ten trillion in "devotee treasure"!

What did ten trillion signify?

A million-yuan car? He could snag a million of those!

Exactly.

An entire million vehicles!

But curse it.

The devotee treasure came with limits on spending; none for his personal gain.

"Flaunting a fancy car doesn't guarantee good treatment.

From what I hear, Ai Qian's far from content with Liang Zhenlun."

Jiang Chen spoke earnestly, yet his statement sparked uproarious chuckles from the group.

"Hehe…

Jiang Chen, where'd you pick up that nonsense?

Did Ai Qian confide in you?

If she's unhappy, why stick with Liang Zhenlun?

Hehe, you're too much…"

The girl was doubled over, eyes watering from mirth.

Evidently.

To these art academy sirens,

Jiang Chen amounted to little more than a foolish, pathetic punchline, a target for scorn.

"You can head out now."

Li Shuru delivered a straightforward dismissal.

A man Ai Qian had rejected—why would she entertain him?

"Jiang Chen, what's keeping you here?"

Luo Peng showed up close by, obviously searching for Jiang Chen after his prolonged absence.

"Bumped into Shu Rui, so I joined them for some drinks."

True to form as a veteran devotee, Jiang Chen's face remained impassive.

Luo Peng eyed Li Shuru and her crew, easily spotting the derision in their stares.

He'd had a fling with an art academy girl before, leaving him with a sour view of the crowd.

The vibe there was toxic, with students obsessed over rankings and luxuries.

Though puzzled by how Jiang Chen got tangled with them, Luo Peng swiftly aimed to pull his pal out.

Couldn't he tell how the girls regarded his friend like a clown?

"Xiaobai and the rest are expecting you; come on."

He yanked at Jiang Chen, who refused to budge.

"Shu Rui, mind sharing your contact?"

Luo Peng froze, staring at his buddy in disbelief, utterly floored.

What's happening?

Is he slipping back into old patterns?

Didn't he just declare devotees deserved death?

"Jiang Chen, maybe skip the trouble; go pursue your idol Ai Qian instead.

Best wishes, we're cheering you on."

Jiang Chen brushed off the girls' jabs and locked eyes with Li Shuru.

Pressing on despite the odds—that defined the devotee's path.

"I've said it already: you're not my style."

Li Shuru was icy, stripping Jiang Chen of any face.

Even Luo Peng felt a sting of awkwardness, but sharing contacts was her call, leaving him little room to intervene.

"Time to bounce."

He hauled Jiang Chen off by force.

"Hehe, he truly earns his title as our school's renowned devotee; the hype is justified.

But what's this shift from adoring Ai Qian to showering Shu Rui with attention?"

A girl propped her chin on her palms, eyeing the departing duo with confusion.

"Beats me; he couldn't keep his own girl, and now he fantasizes about landing Shu Rui—pure delusion."

"Shu Rui, stay vigilant.

Jiang Chen's awfully tenacious.

Even after Ai Qian ditched him, he's kept hounding her without shame.

With his focus on you now, expect him to persist."

Li Shuru sipped her wine in silence, wholly unmoved by Jiang Chen's exit.

As a pristine swan, she'd never descend to a frog from the depths.