Noon the next day.
The sun hung high in the sky, radiating a biting heat, its rays harsh against the skin.
On campus, a delivery trike wove its way between dorm buildings. Riding it was Su Chen, a courier clad in a sun-faded uniform, eyes bright and full of vigor despite the sweat soaking his face.
“I am the Fla Knight, blazing through the city streets!”
“The hotter the sun, the harder I press the throttle!”
“Forward!”
“Charge!”
“Beep beep beep beep beep!”
He shouted his slogans like a child playing war gas, cheerful and spirited, as if he couldn’t even feel the scorching noon sun beating down from above. His shirt was soaked through, his forehead glistening, but his enthusiasm never dimd.
Because after this last delivery, he’d finally have enough saved to buy the latest 5G smartphone. A gift for his girlfriend.
They’d started dating in their freshman year. Now sophomores, it had been a year and a half. Sweet, in theory… though the most he’d ever managed was a few shy hand-holds.
But that was about to change.
His girlfriend had promised: once he gave her the latest 5G phone, she’d agree to one of his “excessive” requests.
Su Chen had no doubt what that ant. And now—he was just one delivery away from that dream becoming real.
Screech.
His trike stopped with a dusty jerk outside a girls’ dorm. He grabbed a package from the back, checked the label, and dialed the number on it.
“Hi, your delivery’s here. Could you co down and sign for it?” he said with practiced ease as the call connected.
A few seconds later, a sweet, lodious voice responded, “Okay, just give five minutes. I’ll be right down.”
The line went dead.
Normally, a courier wouldn’t waste five minutes on a handoff — ti was money. He’d just leave it at the dorm entrance and move on.
But today, he decided to wait.
Because that voice — soft, crisp, with a hint of playfulness — stirred his curiosity.
This was the freshman girls’ dorm. And rumor had it that this year’s batch of first-years was overflowing with beauty — three of them had even been crowned campus belles.
Could it be? Was he about to deliver a package to one of the famous trio?
With that hopeful thought, Su Chen leaned back on his seat, waiting patiently.
But before the girl appeared, soone else caught his eye — soone who made his blood run cold.
There, not far ahead, was his girlfriend.
Hand in hand with another guy.
Walking arm-in-arm. Whispering. Laughing. Intimately close.
His heart sank.
Sothing cracked inside him.
He jumped off the trike and stord toward them, pointing an accusing finger. “Wang Xiaolian! What the hell is this?!”
Startled, the girl flinched, looking guilty and caught.
The guy next to her sneered, eyeing Su Chen with open disdain. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m her boyfriend,” Su Chen snapped. “And you?”
“I’m Liu Hua. Finance major. Freshman. Family’s worth several billion. And you’re just so damn courier? You think you can compete with ? Dream on.”
At those words — “several billion in assets” — Wang Xiaolian’s posture straightened. Her guilt evaporated. Her eyes glead with greed.
“We’re done,” she said coldly. “Let’s break up.”
Su Chen stared for a beat, then laughed — bitter, angry, but also oddly free.
“Fine. Break up it is. The next one will be better.”
She scoffed, arms crossed. “With your job? Delivering packages? Keep dreaming.”
It stung. But he didn’t show it. He turned, eyes burning with defiance.
“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west — don’t you dare look down on a poor youth!”
He spun on his heel and marched back toward his trike.
Just then, a girl stepped out from the dorm building.
“Excuse ? I’m here for my package,” she said sweetly.
Su Chen blinked.
Then his eyes went wide.
“You… you’re Xu Muyan?”
She tilted her head. “You know ?”
“Of course I do! You’re all over the campus forums — one of the three freshman belles! I even gave you a perfect ten in the poll!”
She smiled politely, brushing off the praise. “Where’s my package?”
“Right here!” He scrambled to hand it over, suddenly shy. “Rember to give a five-star review!”
She nodded, took the package, and disappeared into the building with barely another word.
Su Chen stood there, watching her leave, eyes shining with awe. She’s even more stunning in person…
Then, just as he was about to ride off again—
【Ding! Binding to the Delivery God System… 1%… 10%… 100%】
【Ding! Binding complete. Congratulations, host. You’ve received a five-star review and completed a special delivery. Reward: One Bugatti Veyron.】
【Ding! Vehicle will be delivered today. Please keep your phone on and accessible for coordination.】
He froze.
His mind blanked for a mont — and then it hit him.
He’d been chosen.
The heavens had taken pity on him.
He had a system now!
He had just thrown down a fierce declaration — Thirty years east, thirty years west, don’t mock the poor!
And not even three minutes later… he was about to own a five-million-yuan Bugatti Veyron.
It wasn’t thirty years. It was three minutes!
He’d delivered one package.
And now — now he was about to beco a god-tier rich delivery guy!
Just wait till Wang Xiaolian sees behind the wheel… she’ll regret it to her bones!
Su Chen’s chest swelled with pride. He was free. Single. Ard with a system.
What reason could there be not to chase after a campus belle now?
Elated, he whistled a tune and headed off to deliver the next package.
—
Afternoon.
In one of the Finance departnt classrooms, students buzzed with excitent.
“Oh my god, have you guys seen? Professor Liu Yue called soone ‘husband’ on Weibo!”
“Yeah, I saw it last night. She @ed a user called ‘Peerless Stock God’. I followed him imdiately.”
“That guy’s insane. He predicted the pharma stock surge better than Professor Liu herself.”
“Didn’t they say legends hide among the people?”
“This is a financial cheat code! I’m following him now!”
With over five million followers, Liu Yue’s influence was no joke.
Her apology post, along with the one where she called soone “husband,” had gone viral overnight. It hit Weibo’s top five trending searches.
The headline?
“Shocking! Financial Genius Liu Yue Calls Soone ‘Husband’ on Weibo!”
So of the students, browsing Weibo between classes, had seen it and spread the news.
As the classroom buzzed, the sound of high heels echoed from outside.
At once, the chattering students scattered like startled birds, scrambling back to their seats. In seconds, the room went quiet, solemn, as if they’d been sitting like that all along.
Then she appeared.
Curves like a sculpture. An aura like frost.
Professor Liu Yue stepped into the room.
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