[Raising the favorability to 90 is considered a successful conquest. Upon success, the host will receive attribute points as a reward.]
[Ding... The system's functions are continuously being improved and developed. Please stay tuned, Host.]
Weston noticed Ryan zoning out, but his eyes were not looking at the cow's breasts, which was a bit strange.
He quickly nudged Ryan and said, "Third, Teacher is asking you sothing."
[Ding... Bound Target Yasmin Dongola: Favorability 0.]
Ryan snapped out of his daze and quickly replied, "Teacher, I just felt a little weak when I woke up, and now I'm a bit hungry. Other than that, I don't feel any discomfort."
"Your dical report has already returned to normal!"
Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief, her tone gentle as she said, "The doctor suggested observing you for another night. If everything is fine, you'll be discharged tomorrow."
"Alright, take a good rest. I'll head back now, and your roommates will take turns looking after you."
With elegance and grace, Yasmin left the room. Weston accompanied her downstairs and returned with a boxed al for Ryan.
Ryan was very hungry. He devoured the al ravenously, then sipped water while coughing. Suddenly, he rembered sothing. "Second Brother, how long was I out?"
"Two days. You scared everyone out of their wits."
Weston chuckled, "You have no idea how panicked Teacher Yasmin was back then. Her face was as pale as a sheet. I bet she wouldn't even look that flustered if her husband had died."
The fact that her favorability rating was at zero proved she wasn't particularly concerned about Ryan.
In truth, Yasmin was known for her gentle and amiable deanor at school. Even so jealous girls would gossip behind her back, calling her overly delicate and pretentious.
It can be said that she is very kind to everyone, and her relationship with Ryan is simply that of a teacher and a student, and they are not familiar with each other. Logically speaking, her favorability level should not be zero.
Ryan is quite puzzled, wondering how he could have possibly offended Teacher Yasmin.
After hearing Weston explanation, it all made sense—if he had died on campus or suffered an incident beyond rescue, Yasmin, as the counselor, would have faced total career ruin.
Previously, she had always turned a blind eye to students sneaking out or engaging in questionable activities. Even drinking in the dorms had been sothing she chose not to strictly control.
But if drinking led to a major problem, it was inevitable that she would harbor resentnt, which naturally affected her attitude toward him.
When he heard it had only been two days, Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.
Weston frowned and said, "Are you worried about missing Tina's birthday? She didn't even invite you."
"Honestly, you're so broke, yet you're saving up to buy her a gift. Even for a bootlicker, that's taking it a bit far."
Ryan just grinned sheepishly without responding. "Second Brother, help with the IV stand; let's go to the stairwell for a smoke."
Weston accompanied him to the hallway. As soon as he lit his cigarette, the sensation was fantastic. The nicotine coursing through his recovering body felt incredibly refreshing.
Ryan also reviewed his dical report from earlier that day—it was strangely flawless, as if it ca straight out of a textbook.
That night, Jacob took over keeping him company. The night passed uneventfully, and by the next day, Ryan was discharged and returned to the dormitory.
"Teacher Yasmin gave you a few days off to rest properly. She must have been really shaken up."
As soon as his two roommates left for class, Ryan locked the door and quickly pulled out the strange phone to examine it.
Having almost been dragged off for scientific research, Ryan was still reeling from the shock. He was desperate to understand what was going on with the mysterious "Sponsor System" that seed to be the root cause of all this.
Opening the phone's interface, he found it refreshingly simple, devoid of unnecessary icons or patterns.
Each app looked the sa as on his previous Redmi 6 phone, but upon closer inspection, Ryan noticed that there was an additional chat group on WhatsApp. However, it displayed a lock icon, and he couldn't access it.
"Ding... Unlimited Money Black Card, successfully bound."
Ryan imdiately opened Online Wallet to check. Aside from the usual savings and credit card options, there was now a black card listed. This card didn't show any bank account number or even the bank's na.
Additionally, a new app had appeared on his phone: the "Unlimited Money" app. Its interface resembled that of a regular mobile banking app, complete with every language options in this world.
There were no ads, no extraneous features—just basic spending functions like transfers and QR code paynts.
Eager to test it out, Ryan checked the balance. However, instead of displaying any nurical amount, it simply showed a symbol: ∞
Anyone who has studied mathematics or physics would know that this symbol represents infinity...
"One bottle of Coke, please!"
Ryan imdiately went to the campus convenience store to conduct an experint.
He picked out a bottle of Coke and presented the paynt QR code from the money system app. The cashier scanned it with a beep.
"Sorry, paynt failed. Please check if your card balance is insufficient."
As expected, the money couldn't be used for personal expenses. Ryan confird his suspicion. Just as he was about to pay using Bank Paynt, a sweet yet disdainful voice ca from behind him:
"Hey, classmate, if you don't have money, I'll buy the Coke for you. A good dog doesn't block the way."
The surrounding crowd imdiately burst into laughter, filling the relatively large store with ridicule.
Anyone with a shred of literacy would understand the insinuation: "A good dog doesn't block the way."
It was an open insult.
If you moved aside, you'd be admitting you were a "good dog." If you didn't, you'd be labeled a "bad dog." Either way, you were being mocked as a "poor dog."
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