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) — Linjiang University. Dorm 405. Sang Yu in bed three was dead to the world when her roommate Gong Wan climbed the bunk ladder with takeout, hollering at her to eat — and more importantly, to hand over the food money.

Before Gong Wan could even get the words out, Sang Yu shot bolt upright like a plank. Gong Wan nearly had a heart attack and fell off the ladder — thought a zombie had possessed her!

Sang Yu just sat there cracking up. Gong Wan's temper flared; she threw a punch: 'You almost gave me a heart attack! Five bucks for emotional damages, on top of the food money!' Any other day Sang Yu might've laughed it off, but not this time — she paid up, and threw in an extra yuan on top.

Gong Wan blinked. Then she noticed Sang Yu wouldn't stop smiling, that grin just frozen on her face. Way too creepy. Was she possessed or something?! · [Compatibility: 99.99%… meets threshold… binding to Tycoon System……] [Binding successful…

Solar System V23.0.2… Tycoon System loading, 1%… 17%… 35%… 49%… 72%……] Sang Yu had transmigrated. From a burnt-out office drone to a fresh grad ready to launch — none of that mattered.

What mattered was… she'd been bound to a Tycoon System! No rules. No need to blow money on purpose, no cashback requirements.

Just spend however she wanted. If she wasn't smiling, THAT would be the real curse. Sang Yu was completely lost in her own world, totally oblivious to her roommates' side-eyes.

It wasn't like Sang Yu had never dreamed of getting rich overnight — but now that the Tycoon System was real, she felt a little dazed, not sure where to start. Buy a house first, right?

She and her little sis should each grab one in their respective big cities — better for work, better for life, all around. For grandma, grandpa, and mom, a little villa back in the town or village was the move — that's the kind of flex that turns heads.

But now that she was rich, what reason could she give? Other people were one thing, but family would worry if they didn't know the deal.

Win the lottery? Sang Yu's thoughts were a total mess; she ate her food without tasting a single bite. Lucky the transmigration timing was perfect — senior year, thesis submitted just last week.

If she'd had to keep studying on top of this, no way she could've focused. Once she bought a house, a car was next — she'd need to 'make up' for not having a license, since she could drive but had no official cert.

New electronics, top-of-the-line. She'd been stuck on a game level forever; she'd drop some cash on that later. Plenty of ways to spend money.

Sang Yu grabbed her takeout box and headed to the dorm balcony, gazing out over the sports field while she ate. This world looked exactly like Earth, but the system said otherwise — parallel universe.

Here, she didn't need to worry about banks flagging unusual transactions or government investigations. Just enjoy it. The only headache was explaining things to family, since they knew her too well…

Wait. Sang Yu had just thought of the perfect excuse for her family to accept her sudden wealth — her novel got picked up by a company for its copyright.

How perfect was that?! Right, Sang Yu wrote novels. Just not very successfully. She'd started writing because she couldn't find anything she actually wanted to read, and once she actually started, she realized how brutally hard it was.

Before she even typed a word, just building the world and the lore killed off half her brain cells. Her family had always known she wrote — even during holidays at home, she'd be hunched over her laptop clacking away in her room.

Back when she wasn't making money yet, her grandparents — total blabbermouths, loved to show off — had already gone around bragging that the family had a great author in the making. Sang Yu had tried to reason with them, but when she randomly found out that even some random guy at the local barbershop knew she wrote novels, she gave up.

She'd thrown a fit and barely managed to stop the old folks from spreading it further. What 'great author'?! Not once had she been able to ride that wave and use it as a cover story for making it big.

Sang Yu was a practical girl — if her grandparents could genuinely brag now, she wasn't going to stop them. She knew that vibe from the old-money types who went viral on Douyin — always carrying this air of easy confidence, like nothing could faze them.

And honestly? That was real confidence. How could you not be chill? No career anxiety, no scrambling to survive, free to do whatever you wanted — zero obstacles in life.

Buy a few properties here, a few cars there, some luxury goods, a few storefronts, lie back and be the boss without worrying about the business going under. The next few decades were hers to go wild in — life was going to be so good it practically sparkled… […99%……100%, loading complete.

Your Tycoon System is now online. Please make your first purchase!] It was time! Sang Yu instinctively sucked in a breath.

She pulled out her phone to place an order — wait, no, she'd be moving out soon, so she'd need to deal with the move first… It wasn't just the graduation thing — mainly the dorm smelled.

Cigarette smoke. She couldn't handle cigarette smoke; even a faint whiff would set off her rhinitis. Sang Yu had been mocked in the dorm group chat before, and the reason she even knew about it was because Gong Wan had privately tipped her off.

Gong Wan also hated cigarette smoke, but when Sang Yu had originally tried to rally the others against it, Gong Wan hadn't joined in — then later she'd quietly filled Sang Yu in, playing double agent. On the surface, the four people in dorm 405 kept things perfectly civil and unremarkable.

Sang Yu stayed away as much as she could. Forget online shopping — she'd just go to a physical store! Let's go. Her thesis was submitted, no classes, and the advisor only ever bugged people about signing employment contracts — otherwise she left everyone alone.

Sang Yu wolfed down the rest of her takeout in a few bites, went back to the dorm, and changed. 'Heading out?' Gong Wan was lying on her bed scrolling her phone, didn't even look up.

'Yeah, just going for a wander.' 'Coming back tonight?' Sang Yu: 'Depends.' She answered without thinking, but Gong Wan immediately looked up, eyes lighting up a little: 'Sang Yu, be real — something going on?' Sang Yu was speechless: 'Can you think about literally anything else?

That's kind of depressing.' 'Shut up, YOU'RE depressing—' Sang Yu didn't stick around. She pulled the door shut, cutting off Gong Wan's voice behind her.

She bolted downstairs and hailed a cab — no rideshare, full private ride — and navigated to the big mall near campus. Sang Yu walked into the flagship store with a mindset she'd never had before: 'I'm here to buy, so I'm browsing.' She went straight for the feel of the devices in her hands, didn't even glance at the price tags.

The staff were all young, in matching uniforms, ready to help. One of them caught Sang Yu walking in out of the corner of her eye and immediately moved — not too close, not too far — trailing her at a comfortable distance, ready to answer questions anytime.

The Promax size felt just right. Sang Yu: 'Do you have it in desert titanium?' The staff member mentally ran through inventory: 'We do, but we only have the 1TB in stock right now — that's the larger storage option.

Is that okay for you?' It was also about two thousand yuan more than the smaller storage. Sang Yu: 'Yeah, I'll take one.

Can you transfer my data over?' 'Of course!' The staff member's commission depended on sales, so the more the better — and this customer was so decisive. She was thrilled.

The staff member went to the back to grab the stock. Then — beep. Scan successful. Not a single yuan left her bank account.

Instead, a mysterious card ending in 8888 appeared in her linked account. While her data was being transferred, Sang Yu wandered around the store scoping out the new laptops, tablets, earbuds, and smartwatches.

Whether she needed them or not, she was getting the full set. · Sang Yu walked out of the store fully satisfied, leaving some items in store storage for now. She'd check into a hotel soon and use it as a temporary base for her haul — buying or renting a place meant signing contracts, but a luxury hotel suite was a different story.

She could stay whenever she wanted. Thank you, Meituan — she'd booked a room. Sure, the hotel was sixty kilometers away.

But it was a 2,100-yuan-a-night luxury suite. A little far was totally normal. Sang Yu was practically trembling. From excitement.

Back in the day, two thousand bucks meant nearly half a month of part-time work. Now she'd just booked a whole week. Including the electronics, she'd casually dropped forty or fifty thousand in under half an hour.

Sang Yu figured she should lay some groundwork for her family, so she transferred fifty thousand to her little sister with a message: [I need a 500-word tribute to my greatness]. Sang Yuan Yue: [?]

Sang Yuan Yue: [!] Sang Yuan Yue: [Voice message: 3s — 'Where'd this money come from, did you go to Macau?'] [Location sharing request sent] Sang Yu accepted the share and immediately called her back, deadpan: 'Sang Yuan Yue, is Macau seriously the only way you think I could get rich?' Sang Yuan Yue had a bit of a trauma response to that.

Their biological dad had taken a trip to Macau — won big first, then racked up massive debt, and that was the last of him, a total free fall. Even though his disappearance wasn't exactly a loss, Sang Yuan Yue was scared Sang Yu might go down the same road…

Sang Yuan Yue confirmed Sang Yu was in Linjiang City and didn't fully relax until she said, 'Turn around for me.' Sang Yu obediently turned in a circle. Prices looked right, language checked out, environment matched — definitely not Macau.

Sang Yuan Yue finally relaxed, confirmed her big sis had genuinely hit it big, and proceeded to lose her mind on the other end of the phone like a monkey at the zoo. Face flushed red with excitement.

'Sis, you're actually rich?!' Sang Yu pulled out her pre-prepared excuse, cool as a Nike ad: 'My masterpiece got spotted by someone with taste. Sold the copyright.' Sang Yuan Yue's eyes went wide: 'Copyright?' 'Hm?' Sang Yuan Yue was suspicious: 'You don't know copyright comes in different types?

Publishing, animation, manga, film and TV — they're all different prices, right?' Sang Yu moved to a different spot: 'It's too loud in here, I couldn't hear you.' 'I sold the film and TV rights. I know I'm not a big-name author so the payout's on the lower end — just a few digits.' Sang Yu held up five fingers.

Fifty thousand? Sang Yuan Yue: 'That's LOW to you?!' Sang Yu clicked her tongue. 'You don't know the market — top authors can sell film rights for tens of millions.

I'm small fry, this is nothing.' 'Don't tell Mom today, okay? I'm in a rush to go full nouveau riche right now.' 'If everyone starts calling me one after another, I won't even have time to spend money.' Sang Yuan Yue took a deep breath, barely containing her excitement: 'Got it… hey, don't go too crazy, keep some as a safety net, okay?!' Sang Yu glanced at the luxury boutique next to her, a lightbulb going off: 'Yeah yeah, I know.

Go collect your red packet — I want that tribute in my inbox tonight.' Clothes make the person, saddle makes the horse. Next stop: shopping for clothes.

Sang Yu had never bought clothes at a mall before — too expensive, always felt like a world she had no business entering. No need to skip levels now — she skipped right past the chain stores and went straight for the luxury brands.

'Bye.' Sang Yu hung up. She stepped inside — and yeah, it smelled amazing. Some fragrance she didn't recognize, probably a signature scent.

Sang Yu thought it was honestly a miracle she'd walked in wearing head-to-toe polyester. She'd always heard online that luxury brand sales staff would size you up and treat you accordingly.

Today, Sang Yu could personally confirm: the staff at this store were not like that at all. Which made buying things genuinely enjoyable — as long as the size fit, it was hers.

Sang Yu was actually pretty good-looking, and the confidence of not needing to check price tags showed. Plus she was genuinely in the zone, so her whole vibe wasn't awkward or stiff. — Sang Yu was playing a role: she needed her novel to actually sell, which meant she needed a film and TV company.

If you're going to commit to a lie, go all in — safer when family asks questions, less to patch up later. So she carried this effortless, unplaceable ease that blended perfectly into the store's atmosphere.

Final tally at checkout: Sang Yu had swiped a total of 247,000 yuan. Her whole face went hot. Wow, system, honestly — thanks to you, I just found out I'm money-sexual.

This is incredible. So, so good. [Ding — all roads lead to different destinations; please forgive me for being unable to accept your confession.]

Sang Yu: '…' The system was clearly going for humor. Honestly, it had a pretty lively personality.