C4 Bugatti Show Off!

"It looks like the term 'top student' isn't exactly everyone's favorite," Chen Zhixuan remarked, unfazed by Chen Shaoqiang and his crew's mockery. A self-assured smile played on his lips. "You're mocking me, yet you can't even handle your studies?"

"It's like being an employee who earns less than the boss but still thinks they're doing great. Does that make sense to you?" Chen Zhixuan didn't indulge their nonsense. His blunt words held a simple truth.

Wang Luo and the others, who had been jeering at him, suddenly found themselves blushing, at a loss for words.

"Come on, let's keep it light. It's not often we all get together like this, so let's enjoy the conversation," Tang Wanli, the class beauty, interjected, trying to ease the tension.

"Exactly. Meeting up like this is a special occasion. Let's put aside old disputes and enjoy the moment," added Han Qiuran, the school beauty, with a warm smile. She beckoned to Chen Zhixuan, "Zhixuan, come sit next to me."

What the heck...

Wang Luo and the others couldn't hide their discomfort as Han Qiuran invited Chen Zhixuan to sit by her side.

"Han Qiuran, Chen Zhixuan shouldn't be sitting next to a lady. He's a man, and men are supposed to drink. We're here to celebrate, so let's drink until we can't anymore!" urged Wang Luo, laughing as he steered Chen Zhixuan towards Chen Shaoqiang under his watchful eye.

While pulling Chen Zhixuan along, Wang Luo caught a glimpse of the car keys in his pocket.

Feigning surprise, he exclaimed, "Wow, Chen Zhixuan, you've got yourself a car! Come on, show us the key. Let's see if it's a BMW or a Mercedes."

"Or maybe it's the latest model of a lighter?" someone snickered.

"Exactly, just a lighter. Nothing worth looking at," another added.

Chen Zhixuan inwardly scoffed, "Idiots."

"With your shabby look, you couldn't afford a car. A lighter is more your style," they taunted.

Wang Luo spoke in a tone that was neither here nor there, prompting a wave of raucous laughter from the crowd.

As the party got into full swing, Chen Shaoqiang was without a doubt the hottest topic of the evening. His former classmates lined up to offer toasts, inflating his ego with their endless flattery and promises.

When the reunion finally wound down, Chen Shaoqiang grandly declared, "Folks, tonight's tab is on me! Later, let's hit up the club for some fun. Whoever's in, just tag along!"

"Chen Shaoqiang, you're the man!"

"Chen Shaoqiang, what a boss!"

"666, Chen Shaoqiang, here's another toast to you!"

...

The excitement in the air was palpable.

"Don't sweat it. His dad's a big shot in real estate. We're not in the same league," someone remarked.

At that moment, Fatty Zhang sidled up to Chen Zhixuan and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Throughout the evening, Chen Zhixuan had been largely ignored, with everyone flocking to Chen Shaoqiang instead, which irked Fatty Zhang.

"It's all good. As long as everyone's having a good time," Chen Zhixuan replied, unfazed by the snub.

In no time at all, the reunion came to a close, and Chen Shaoqiang left the hotel basking in the adulation of his peers.

"Oh, by the way, Chen Zhixuan, looks like we're short on cars. You'll have to cab it," Chen Shaoqiang said, turning back with a sly grin.

"Chen Shao, isn't there room in someone else's car?" piped up Zhang Xiaohe. "We've got ten cars. If we squeeze in a bit, we should have enough space."

Wang Luo chuckled and interjected, "Sorry, my car's full with four. No room for a fifth."

At this, Fatty Zhang's face flushed with embarrassment.

Chen Shaoqiang, hands casually in his pockets, offered with a sly smile, "If Chen Zhixuan doesn't mind, we could squeeze him into the trunk of my Mercedes."

His gaze shifted to Chen Zhixuan, a smug smirk hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the crowd adopted a detached air. Even Wang Luo, Chen Shaoqiang's right-hand man, clapped Chen Zhixuan on the shoulder and said, "Come on, old classmate. Riding in the trunk of Chen Shao's Mercedes beats a taxi any day. What do you say? You in?"

Chen Zhixuan waved off Wang Luo's hand with a casual flick and offered a light smile. "No worries, I've got my own ride. The trunk space is all yours."

Amidst a sea of astonished stares, Chen Zhixuan confidently pulled out his car keys and clicked the fob aimed at a sleek Bugatti parked not too far away.

"Beep! Beep!"

The Bugatti chirped in response, as if greeting its master.

In a flash, dozens of stunned onlookers turned their gaze to the unassuming Bugatti nestled in the corner.

"Zhang, Chen Zhixuan... is that... is that really your car?"

Wang Luo was the first to snap out of his daze, his eyes bulging as he sputtered in disbelief.

Chen Zhixuan just shrugged, his smile unwavering. "Is there an issue?"

With all eyes riveted on him in amazement, Chen Zhixuan strolled up to the Bugatti and with a click of his remote, the butterfly doors gracefully lifted.

Instantly, the crowd buzzed with excitement.

"My God! Isn't that the limited edition Bugatti? I can't believe I'm seeing one in person!"

"A Bugatti? How much does that cost? It looks super cool." Tang Wanli, not a car aficionado, was simply impressed by the sheer coolness of Chen Zhixuan's ride.

"How much? Can you really put a price on a limited edition like this? This car's got to start at eighty million yuan, easy! You can't touch one for less than a billion!" A bespectacled guy nearly roared with enthusiasm.

"What! Eighty, eighty million?!"

Tang Wanli's mind reeled at the figure, her head throbbing with the enormity of it.

Eighty million yuan – what did that even mean? Her entire net worth didn't even scratch eight thousand! At this level, every inch this supercar moved must be like burning cash!

"It can't be!"

Tang Wanli wasn't the only one floored; Chen Shaoqiang's eyes were practically popping out of his head, his expression one of utter disbelief.

He couldn't fathom how Chen Zhixuan, the underdog, could possibly roll up to a gathering in a supercar with an eighty million yuan price tag, especially after he had just mocked him. How could his old Mercedes ever compare to a Bugatti?

Wang Luo rubbed his eyes hard, murmuring to himself, "How can he afford it? He's not a chauffeur, is he? Or maybe it's a rental?"

His speculation only earned him a barrage of disdainful looks from the crowd.

"A chauffeur? When's the last time you saw one driving a supercar? Rent a global limited edition like this? Here's some money – go rent one for me if you can!"

The crowd voiced their dissatisfaction with Wang Luo's remarks, openly mocking his limited insight.

With a steady hum, Chen Zhixuan expertly maneuvered the Bugatti, pulling up smoothly in front of Chen Shaoqiang and the others. He rolled down the electronic window and flashed a wry smile, "I presume I won't be needing to ride in the trunk, right?"

Chen Shaoqiang stammered, "This..."

Feeling his face grow hot with embarrassment, Chen Shaoqiang could have sworn he'd just been slapped across the cheek. He couldn't even bring himself to meet Chen Zhixuan's gaze.

"Chen Zhixuan, you sly dog! Buying such a fancy car without a peep—you must be rolling in dough!" Zhang Xiaohe couldn't help but laugh as he playfully berated Chen Zhixuan, a mix of envy and amusement in his voice.

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