GOD MODE FRESHMAN: Trillionaire Simulator

Chapter 3 - 3: “Just Friends”? No One’s Buying It

The training field fell into stunned silence as Su Ningshuang's figure retreated, leaving Ye Chen clutching the bottle of water like a holy relic. Every male student within a 50-meter radius felt their souls fracture—here they were, sweating through their thirdhand uniforms, while this freshman had somehow summoned the campus goddess herself as his personal hydration assistant.

Zhou Haoran's prized Bai Sui Shan glacier water pooled around his sneakers, forgotten. His girlfriend Yuan Yuan had already vanished, her earlier smugness evaporating faster than morning dew in the August heat.

"Uh... thanks," Ye Chen croaked, his voice cracking mid-syllable. His fingers trembled slightly—not from nerves, but from the earth-shattering realization crashing through his skull: The game worked. That stupid mobile game actually works.

Su Ningshuang's ice-queen composure held firm, but sharp-eyed observers cataloged the cracks:

· A single strand of hair escaped her pristine updo, curling rebelliously toward Ye Chen's shoulder

· The bottle's condensation had crystallized into delicate snowflake patterns

· Her retreating steps measured exactly 67 centimeters apart—military precision with a ballerina's grace

The Inquisition Begins

Pudgy Li body-checked Ye Chen into the shade of a half-dead maple. "Spill it, Casanova! Since when do you rate personal service from the Su dynasty heiress?"

The mob closed ranks:

· A bioengineering major whipped out a UV light to scan the bottle for lipstick traces

· Three gossip bloggers cross-referenced Su's nonexistent social media footprint

· Zhou Haoran quietly updated his Tinder bio to "Recently single"

Ye Chen raised his hands in mock surrender. "We're just... study partners?"

The lie landed with the subtlety of a grenade in a library.

"Study partners?" A basketball recruit snorted. "My lab partner blocked me for using her highlighter!"

Meanwhile, Across the Field...

Zhou Haoran leaned against a Porta-Potty, staring at his cracked phone screen. Yuan Yuan's final text glared back: Return my AirPods. Now.

His mental comparison chart burned brighter than the midday sun:Category Su Ningshuang Yuan YuanEntrance Stopped time Tripped on shoelace

Water Choice Humble Nongfu Spring Pretentious Bai Sui Shan

Exit Strategy Vanished like morning mist Limped away cursing

The Aftermath @@novelbin@@

Ye Chen twisted the bottle cap. The click-hiss of breaking the seal echoed like a starter pistol for mass envy.

"Tastes like... water," he remarked, wiping his mouth.

Nearby freshmen clutched imaginary pearls. To them, that plastic vessel might as well have held nectar from the gods.

Cliffhanger

As Ye Chen drained the last drop, a black Maybach with tinted windows glided past the field's chain-link fence. Inside, a silver-haired man in a tailored suit tapped his platinum watch.

"Full dossier on that boy by sunset," he ordered his driver. "The Su family doesn't make... friends."