Zhao Feng stared at his phone, the name Su Ling flashing across the screen.
Su Ling — the enigmatic student council president, known for her sharp wit and icy demeanor. She ruled over the campus with an iron will, her beauty only matched by her ruthless authority. The thought of her calling him directly was enough to make anyone nervous.
But Zhao Feng? He was no longer the timid fool from before.
With a small smirk, he answered. "Su Ling. To what do I owe the honor?"
A moment of silence. Then, her cool, commanding voice came through. "Zhao Feng. You've been making quite the name for yourself lately."
"Word travels fast," Zhao Feng replied casually. "I suppose even the student council president couldn't ignore it."
"You think this is amusing?" Her voice remained calm, but he could detect the faintest edge of curiosity. "You humiliated Luo Shao. Bai Xinyue is still shaken. People are saying you're… different."
"People say a lot of things."
Su Ling scoffed. "And now I hear you're planning to attend the Gala."
Zhao Feng raised an eyebrow. "Are you worried I'll steal the spotlight?"
"Hardly." Su Ling's laugh was brief, but something about it sent a spark of excitement through Zhao Feng. "But I'll be watching. Some are calling you a rising star. Others think you're just a reckless fool with money to burn."
"Then you'll have to decide for yourself," Zhao Feng said smoothly. "I hope you're ready to be surprised."
Another pause. Then, her voice dropped, becoming almost playful. "We'll see, Zhao Feng. But if you're so confident, why don't you prove it?"
Ding!
[New Sub-Mission: Escort Su Ling to the Gala as Your Date.]
[Reward: +3 Million Simp Coins, Charisma +150, Prestige +100]
Zhao Feng's grin widened. "Is that a challenge?"
"Consider it an opportunity," Su Ling replied. "I'll be waiting. Don't disappoint me."
The call ended. Zhao Feng leaned back, the thrill of the exchange still lingering. The system had thrown him another golden chance, and he wasn't about to waste it.
"Escort Su Ling to the Gala, huh?" He chuckled. "This is going to be fun."
Outside, the sleek Lamborghini's engine purred like a beast awaiting release. Zhao Feng stepped forward, his polished shoes gleaming under the evening sky. Every decision, every step — it all led to this moment.
The night of the Gala was about to begin.