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Just like before, there were notifications of people adding him as a friend.

Zhao Yu looked through them one by one. First, he rejected all the males. He ignored those who appeared unattractive to him, and accepted the ones who were good-looking.

After accepting, his message notifications skyrocketed to 99+, over 99 individuals messaging him.

As Zhao Yu scanned through, he didn’t recognize most of them. Their profile pictures were either cartoon avatars or stolen photos.

“Are you there?”

“Zhao Yu, do you really have ten million?”

“Hey handsome, can we get to know each other?”

The chat contents were mundane, with most of them clearly after his money.

Just as Zhao Yu was about to close the chat window out of boredom, a girl with her real photo as a profile picture messaged him.

Song Han?

Zhao Yu looked up towards a certain spot in the classroom, and sure enough, when Song Han noticed him looking, she pointed to her phone.

Was it really her?

Zhao Yu could not believed.

In the past, Song Han was definitely more popular than everyone he knew.

She was known by the nickname “Millionaire Song.”

Song Han, with her outstanding appearance, caused a sensation across the whole campus as soon as she entered college. She had numerous admirers.

Furthermore, a list of the “Top Ten Campus Goddesses” for the new students, and Song Han was ranked in the top three, even ahead of Liu Si Yu.

Originally, the title of class beauty wouldn’t have gone to Liu Si Yu after an incident.

It was during an orientation party. After the school leaders left, and only the student union remained to organize activities.

A senior student from the third year presented 999 roses in front of everyone, confessing his love to Song Han.

At that time, all the boys were united against a common enemy. They looked at the senior with daggers in their eyes, while all the girls were jealous.

The atmosphere was very good. He sent flowers, sang, and confessed his love. Many girls were moved to tears on the spot.

However, to everyone’s surprise, Song Han was completely expressionless.

In the end, someone took the microphone and asked Song Han to go up and say a few words, regardless of whether she agreed or not.

Song Han picked up the microphone and walked up to the stage. In front of everyone, she explained her criteria as her spouse.

“If you want to pursue me. it’s simple. Give me 88,000 a month as an allowance. If you want to hold my hand, prepay a year’s worth of allowance. If you don’t have this money, get lost.”

Such materialistic words immediately transformed her from a universally desired goddess into a gold-digger that everyone ridiculed.

88,000 a month amounts to a million a year. Thus, she earned the nickname “Millionaire Song,” implying that you could be with her for a year if you spent a million.

No one knew if she said this to deter pursuers deliberately or if she was genuinely materialistic.

After that, no one dared to chase her, not even those thought to be wealthy heirs.

At one point, someone had asked Huang Zi Long if he was interested in Song Han. His reply was, “With a million, I could have fun with a hundred women. Why would 1 need her?”

His implication was that Song Han wasn’t worth that price. Of course, her tarnished reputation had something to do with the challenging task. “With a million, who’d chase after Song Han?”

This caused some wealthy heirs, even if they were genuinely interested, to lose heart. They didn’t want to be the laughingstock among their peers.

Zhao Yu hadn’t expected Song Han to add him as a friend, considering they hardly interacted in their daily lives.

Once accepted, Song Han, like many others, sent him a greeting.

“Zhao Yu, is it true you bet ten million with Huang Zi Long?”

Because Song Han was attractive, Zhao Yu responded, “Yes, it’s true!”

“And the bet about risking your life for a month?”

“That’s true too!”

Zhao Yu was curious about her intentions.

Waiting for a considerable amount of time, there was no further message from her.

Losing interest, Zhao Yu went back to dozing off.

He wasn’t entirely free today.

In the afternoon, he had to attend a computer science class, focusing on artificial intelligence.

“Zhao Yu, read it—!”

While Zhao Yu was in deep sleep, a soft, sweet voice suddenly jolted him awake.

Opening his eyes, he saw An Xiao Qiong blinking her curved eyelashes, her eyes only three centimeters away from his.

Zhao Yu twitched his nose, catching the scent of jasmine flowers. “Smells wonderful!” he blurted out without thinking.

An Xiao Qiong’s ears turned red. Realizing her posture was a bit too intimate, she quickly backed away, laughing to cover her embarrassment, “You sure are dreaming sweetly! Wake up and read!”

She was also surprised at herself. She couldn’t resist getting a closer look at Zhao Yu sleeping, forgetting they were in the middle of class.

Fortunately, no one seemed to notice…

But really, who wouldn’t be curious about a passionate man like Zhao Yu?

An Xiao Qiong hurriedly left the scene after Zhao Yu finished reading and went back to the podium to continue teaching.

What she didn’t realize was that a pair of eyes in the classroom were fixed intently on her retreating figure.

“At her age, how shameless…”

Liu Si Yu opened her mouth and said in a silent voice with some disgust. In her eyes, Zhao Yu was hers alone. The covetous eyes of others were all provocation to her.

With An Xiao Qiong’s interruption, there was no way Zhao Yu could fall asleep again.

He reopened his phone, noticing another message from Song Han. This time, he didn’t bother to check it, swiping down to see messages from other contacts.

“Ding ling ling—!”

The bell signaling the end of class rang. Before An Xiao Qiong left the classroom, she took a special glance at Zhao Yu. Seeing him engrossed in his phone, not even sparing her a glance, she felt a touch of disappointment.

Zhao Yu had underestimated the allure he held as the most passionate man in the city.

While most of the messages in his chat list were from those interested in his money, there were still many girls who added him because of a particular story.

“Zhao Yu, are you free? I’d like to talk to you…”

“Zhao Yu, can you spare some time? I want to talk to you privately…”

While he was looking at the chatbox, he suddenly heard a voice echoing the same words. The speaker was right in front of him.

Song Han was standing in front of him.

“Hmm?!”

Zhao Yu was momentarily surprised.

“Are you free now?” Song Han even repeated, “I’d like to talk to you privately…”

Being this close, Zhao Yu got a good look at her. She was truly beautiful, even more gorgeous than Liu Si Yu.

And her voice had a unique allure—languid but tinged with pride, igniting an inexplicable desire to conquer.

“Sure, where do you want to talk?”

“Follow me.”

Song Han nodded and turned to leave but she was suddenly stopped by someone in the hallway.

“The drama’s starting…”

The surrounding students immediately grew excited.

In the hallway, Liu Si Yu, with an upset expression, loudly confronted Song Han, “Song Han, what do you think you’re doing? here”

Song Han, expressionless, retorted coldly, “What are YOU doing here?”

Do you think I’m dead? Where are you taking Zhao Yu?!” Enraged, Liu Si Yu shouted.

If it were yesterday, and Zhao Yu was called away by another girl.

Liu Si Yu wouldn’t bat an eyelid.

But after some conversations with her friends had warned her about other girls possibly swindling Zhao Yu’s ten million.

In her eyes, Zhao Yu’s bet with Huang Zi Long was all for her.

She did believe that Zhao Yu loved her.

But their relationship wasn’t official; they hadn’t even held hands.

What if some shameless woman took advantage, making a move first? Her potential ten million might be at stake.

Hearing Liu Si Yu’s accusations, Song Han scoffed.. Being quite tall among the girls at 172 cm, she looked down at the slightly shorter Liu Si Yu, asked, “Are you Zhao Yu’s mother?”