GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 12 - 12: "Midnight Misunderstandings"

10:47 PM – Luxury Hotel Lobby

The concierge's smirk could power a small city. "Just the honeymoon suite left!" He slid the keycard across the marble counter, its Kama Sutra illustrations glowing under UV lights. "Complimentary rose petals and...educational movies."

Ye Chen's fingers froze mid-air. The clerk's raised eyebrow screamed I got you, bro – a silent conspiracy against social norms.

"Wait," Su Ning's voice sliced through the tension, her blush visible even under the lobby's mood lighting. "We're not—"

"Three rooms," Ye cut in, tossing IDs onto the counter. "Separate."

The clerk's face fell like a crypto stock. "But...Jacuzzi? Champagne tower? Free Viagra sampl—"

"Three. Rooms." Ye's glare could frost the Sahara.

[System Alert]

» Social Credibility: 95% → 92%

» Hidden Stat Revealed: Concierge Commission Rate – 15% on suite upgrades

11:03 PM – Elevator Aftermath

Su Ning's reflection blurred in the mirrored walls. "That man thought we..."

"Chinese hospitality," Ye deadpanned, watching floor numbers climb. "They see a man and woman after 10 PM and assume either affair partners or organ traffickers."

A ghost of a smile touched Su's lips. "Which are we?"

"Depends on the morning headlines."

[Relationship Update]

» Su Ning's Emotional Permafrost: 89% → 87%

» New Objective: Avoid Zhao Shuxuan's Shipping Agenda

11:17 PM – Room 2808

Ye stared at the ¥888 bottled water – its diamond-dusted label mocking his peasant upbringing. Overnight billionaire, still chugging tap.

His phone buzzed – a WeChat reminder from the game:

[Midnight Refresh]

» Store Inventory Updating in 43min

» Current Balance: ¥0.90

The memory of Su Ning's sunlit water bottle flashed – her fingers brushing his in the drill field heat. Before he could rationalize, three boba milk teas materialized via Eleme, their tapioca pearls plump with apology.

11:29 PM – Suite 2810

Steam curled from the bathroom as Su Ning debated silk pajamas versus full body armor. The knock came soft but seismic.

"Su-jie?" Ye's voice through the door. "I...brought tea."

Her reflection did a full systems check – hair frizzing, no makeup, robe suspiciously sheer. "Just...just a minute!"

[Hidden Stat]

» Su Ning's Heart Rate: 72 → 118 bpm

» Suggested Action: Deploy "Lab Partner" Excuse

11:31 PM – The Delivery

The door cracked open, revealing Su Ning's flushed face and death-grip on the robe's belt. "You really didn't have to—"

"Passionfruit mango," Ye extended the cup, strategically blocking view of her bare collarbone. "50% sugar, 70% ice. Your Weibo mentioned it once."

Su's fingers brushed his – a static jolt that short-circuited three nearby IoT devices. "You stalk my food posts?"

"Game's relationship tracker auto-syncs social media." Ye tapped his temple. "Level 3 perk."

[Achievement Unlocked: Creepily Thoughtful]

» +30 XP (Total: 580/600)

» Su Ning's Suspicion: 45% → 38%

11:34 PM – The Walk of Shame

Zhao Shuxuan's durian-laden hands froze mid-knock. Through the ajar door, her baby cousin stood silhouetted against Su's suite – two figures, one suspiciously boba-cluttered table. @@novelbin@@

Clang!

The queen fruit hit marble as Zhao's jaw followed. "Y-Ye Chen?! You animal!"

Su lunged to explain, robe belt unspooling like a silk accusation. "It's not what—"

"Three years!" Zhao wailed, pulling TikTok Live. "Three years I've tried setting her up with billionaires! You moved faster than Alibaba's servers!"

[Viral Hazard Detected]

» Livestream Viewer Count: 0 → 12k in 8sec

» Suggested Purchase: Digital Amnesia Bomb (¥0.50)

11:47 PM – Damage Control

Ye dumped Zhao into his suite's massage chair, force-feeding her taro milk tea. "Check the security timestamp! Delivery took 2min 17sec – barely time to boil water!"

Zhao squinted at his phone's metadata. "You kept receipts?!"

"Gamer instincts." Ye shrugged. "Always screenshot before boss fights."

[System Notification]

» Zhao's Shipping Delusion: 99% → 70%

» New Item Unlocked: Anti-DramaLlamas™ Headache Patches

00:01 AM – Game Refresh

The suite shimmered with blue light as store inventory updated:

[New Arrivals]

1. Bentley Continental GT (¥0.20)

» Midnight Sapphire paint, smells like liquidated hedge funds

2. Patek 5074R Chronograph (¥0.30)

» Moonphase complication tracks shareholders' tears

3. God Mode Driving Skills (¥0.90)

» Includes: Tokyo Drift muscle memory, parallel parking clairvoyance

Ye's finger hovered over option three. "Skills before steel."

[Purchase Confirmed]

Neural pathways rewired as F1 montages flooded his cortex – Schumacher's overtakes, Verstappen's cold starts. His palms itched with phantom gearshift calluses.

[Achievement: From Campus to Circuit]

» +200 XP (Level Up!)

» New Unlock: ★★★★ Store (12 Luxury Items)