Guys oughta treat themselves right!
Lin Feng didn't hesitate for a second — straight to the search bar.
Alienware gaming laptop for ¥20,000? Order!
Latest model tablet for ¥12,000 — easy to carry around? Order!
Black Warrior foldable phone for ¥23,000 — something he'd only drooled over in videos before? Order!
Limited-edition AJ sneakers he'd been dreaming about for years, ¥3,000+? Order!
And those ridiculously cool AR glasses with night vision and info alerts, ¥8,000+? Order!
With a flurry of taps, tens of thousands of yuan flowed out like water.
Staring at the pending payments left in his cart, Lin Feng paused — he still had a few thousand left.
Nope, gotta keep some cash for emergencies. Couldn't blow it all at once.
What if those two little vixens, Zhou Xiaomeng or Jiang XiaoYa, hit him up again with some new trick? Would be awkward if he had no money to transfer.
A sugar daddy's dignity must be maintained!
By the time he wrapped up, his food was ready.
Lin Feng happily finished his supreme seafood rice bowl, packed meals for Zhu Dawei and Wang Hao, then lugged the three heavy containers back to the dorm.
He pushed the door open — a wave of heat and clacking keyboard sounds hit him.
"Food's here, boys!"
"Holy crap! Bro Feng, you're back! I'm starving!"
A figure shot down from the upper bunk with a thud.
It was Zhu Dawei, eyes glowing green as he locked onto the meal boxes in Lin Feng's hands.
In the other corner, Wang Hao was laser-focused on his screen, headphones on, muttering, "Hold the line! Don't be reckless! Damn, is this support even trying…" — obviously in the middle of a heated match.
"Haozi, stop for food!" Lin Feng set the boxes on the table.
"Bro Feng's the man!" Zhu Dawei ripped open a container — saw the braised pork & chicken leg combo — and nearly drooled. "How much, Bro Feng? I'll transfer you."
"It's on me," Lin Feng waved him off, sliding the tomato-egg rice over to Wang Hao's desk.
"Holy crap!" Zhu Dawei's eyes watered with gratitude. He grabbed Lin Feng's thigh and bellowed at full volume: "Father!"
Wang Hao's match had just ended. He took off his headphones and jumped at the ear-splitting "Father!"
"Fatso, what's wrong with you?"
"Bro Feng treated us to food!" Zhu Dawei was beaming with happiness.
Wang Hao straightened up. "Nah, can't do that. You already brought us food — we can't let you pay too. From now on, we rotate: today Bro Feng, tomorrow me, the day after Fatso. Bro Feng's classy, we match that!"
"Exactly! Well said!" Zhu Dawei nodded like a drumroll, fully on board.
Just then, someone knocked on the dorm door.
Knock knock knock!
"Who is it?" Zhu Dawei blinked.
Four-person dorm — Lin Feng had just come back; he and Wang Hao were present, only Chen Mo was missing.
But that loner-with-an-attitude guy always barged straight in; he'd never knock.
A pause outside, then a crisp, slightly timid female voice:
"Um… I'm looking for Lin Feng!"
A woman?!
Zhu Dawei and Wang Hao's eyes bulged, gossip flames igniting as they swung toward Lin Feng.
"Senior Sister?!" Lin Feng was surprised — he recognized the voice.
He stepped up and opened the door. There stood Su Qingwen, head slightly lowered, cheeks flushed a charming pink.
Clearly nervous, she lifted a hand to tuck a playful strand of hair behind her ear, revealing a dainty ear.
She wore a loose white T-shirt with a wide neckline that hinted at delicate collarbones.
Her bottom half was a super-short denim skirt, showing off those long, straight legs with no reservations. Simple white canvas shoes completed the look — the clean, pure vibe of a friendly older sister.
Yet that round curve hugged tightly by the jeans, plus those legs swinging in the air, radiated deadly sex appeal.
Pure innocence and sultry charm blended perfectly in her.
"Ah, Junior… I… I sent you a WeChat, but you didn't reply…"
Seeing two guys in the room staring at her like lasers, Su Qingwen turned even redder, voice tiny as a mosquito, face adorably flushed.
"Oh? I was out buying food, phone in my pocket, didn't notice!"
Lin Feng was genuinely stunned by her presence.
Su Qingwen looked like the bright moon after rain — clean, pure, beautiful in a way that killed any impure thoughts, only making you want to protect her gently.
"It's… it's okay," Su Qingwen gathered courage, glanced up quickly, then ducked her head again. "I thought, since you're new, maybe you're not familiar with campus. Want me to… show you around?"
The moment she finished, Zhu Dawei let out a dramatic "Oh-ho—!"
"Bro Feng's a legend! First day of school, and a pretty senior comes knocking with an invite!"
Wang Hao joined the hype: "Bro Feng, you gotta go! Senior's offering — can't refuse! Go on, we'll lock the dorm tonight, don't come back!"
"Both of you shut up!" Lin Feng snapped.
Su Qingwen's face turned beet-red from their teasing, wishing she could vanish.
Embarrassed, Lin Feng stepped out and said, "Senior Sister, let's go, ignore them."
He shut the door behind him.
Inside, Zhu Dawei and Wang Hao's wolf whistles grew louder:
"Bro Feng, go get it!"
"Have a great night — woohoo!"
"Those two are just stirrers, don't mind them," Lin Feng said sheepishly as they walked down the dorm hallway.
"It's… It's okay. Are all boys' dorms this lively?" Su Qingwen's voice still trembled, blush lingering as she stole a glance at him.
"They're a couple of live wires," Lin Feng grinned, then remembered something. "Oh, Senior Sister, didn't you say the Student Union was strict about co-ed dorms? How'd you get up here?"
"Ah…" Her cheeks warmed again, and she explained bashfully, "I'd never been in a boys' dorm before — our class has twenty-five students, not a single guy… Later, I checked the rules again, seems like overnight stays are banned, but daytime visits should be fine. So… I worked up the nerve. Turns out boys' dorms are like this!"
Her tone held a hint of curiosity, as she'd just discovered a new continent.