C1 You Make Me Feel Disgusted!

"Yang Yu, I absolutely adored that bag we saw last time!" Zhou Qianni clutched Yang Yu's hand, her eyes twinkling like stars.

Upon hearing his girlfriend's words, a look of consternation crossed his face.

The bag was a Gucci, costing over 20,000 yuan! He was merely a poor student; where was he supposed to find that kind of money? Yet, she was his girlfriend, so he reluctantly offered, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll buy it for you with my next paycheck."

Yang Yu had thought the matter settled until he noticed Zhou Qianni, who had been holding his hand, now stood with her hand released, her expression one of disdain. "Forget it, forget it. I should've known you couldn't afford it. Just leave."

"What?" Yang Yu stared at Zhou Qianni, whose attitude had turned icy in an instant, blinking in confusion.

"Don't you get it? It's over between us. We're breaking up. You can't even buy a bag, and yet you expect to be my boyfriend?" Zhou Qianni's face was etched with scorn. Just then, her phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID and her face lit up with joy as she answered, "Yifan! I'm at New World right now... You're here too? Perfect timing... No, I've already dumped that idiot. He's got nothing to offer and still clings to the idea of us. I have no clue where he gets his confidence."

With that, she ended the call, paying no further attention to Yang Yu.

Desperate, Yang Yu reached out and grabbed her hand, "Don't go! Please, give me one more chance! I promise, I'll buy you that bag next month!"

"Let go!" Zhou Qianni's face twisted with anger as she forcefully pulled her hand away. "Next month? By then, that bag will be out of style. You think I'd still want it? I want love now, in the present, understand? You can't give me that, but Hsiao Yifan could. He bought me that bag yesterday. I had this foolish hope that if you were ready to buy it for me today, I might consider staying with you for another day or two. But you've let me down too much!"

She looked him up and down with contempt. "And look at what you're wearing. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to be seen with you?"

Zhou Qianni's cutting remarks drained the color from Yang Yu's face, his heart feeling as if it were being sliced open. He had pursued her relentlessly for three years. Three long years! In his quest to win Zhou Qianni's affection, he had scrimped and saved, taking on every part-time job imaginable to fulfill her every desire. And after all that effort, she had finally said yes—only for them to break up on Friday, just days later.

"Stop pestering me. You disgust me," she had declared with a look of revulsion before walking away.

Reeling from the blow, Yang Yu stood there, his body trembling, on the brink of collapse.

"Failure of a bootlicker detected..."

"Initiating the Counterattack System..."

"Counterattack System successfully loaded. Commencing empowerment of the bootlicker for reversal..."

What was that voice?

A system? Yang Yu's confusion was palpable as he processed the strange announcements.

"Issuing the Black Card... Registering Black Card information..."

"Black Card issued... Balance: Unlimited..."

"Dispensing the Newbie Gift Pack..."

"Congratulations to the host on mastering basic martial arts, and congratulations on achieving language proficiency."

A Black Card?

Martial arts mastery and language proficiency?

As he pondered these revelations, his mind was suddenly flooded with a wealth of knowledge, and his body felt inexplicably stronger, the earlier exhaustion vanishing without a trace. Almost instinctively, he reached for his wallet.

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