Ryan had been drunk at first—staggering and swaying as he walked—but he soon stood up without any problem. He stretched himself straight, lit a cigarette, and started smoking, looking completely thoughtful under the street light.
"Brother Ryan, are you okay?" asked Lyla, who had already bought so mineral water and snuggled up to him. At that mont, her mind was completely confused. Based on her earlier behavior, she had wanted to take Brother Ryan out to get a room.
"I’m sorry, Lyla. It’s hard to explain what happened today to you," Ryan said after taking a few sips of water, speaking casually.
He continued, "Her blowjobs are indeed pleasant, but it’s not normal to give such a big tip. So business matters are inconvenient to talk about, but I took you there. I know you will understand sooner or later."
That statent instantly increased the lethality of the situation—it sounded mysterious, yet that amount of money was enough to show off. Lyla’s eyes turned red as she replied, "Brother Ryan, I am very superficial. I don’t understand it now, but I will work hard to learn and keep up with you."
Ryan nodded with satisfaction, glancing at the favorability bar on her forehead—which had soared to 90—and thought that today’s progress bar was maxed out.
After a brief conversation, they separated upon entering the school to avoid being seen. Although Lyla felt a little disappointed, she remained obedient. Once back in the dormitory, she looked over at Tina, who was dressed beautifully.
Lyla did not feel guilty; she simply thought that the so-called school beauty was not worthy of Brother Ryan at all.
"Lyla, did you et Ryan when you went out?" Tina humd a little tune as she asked casually. She had seen the photo in the group chat but, unlike Henry’s hysteria, rely glanced at it without taking it seriously.
After all, her best friend—the military advisor—had often exploited that dog, and it had beco sothing she was accustod to.
"Yeah, I asked him to give a ride," Lyla replied after a mont, smiling softly. "He was still asking about you along the way.
It seems that Yana didn’t attract him much. This licker still only has you in his heart."
Tina was overjoyed at the news and said with a smile, "Of course, Yana is just so bullshit school beauty. How can she be prettier than ?"
Seeing that the flattery had worked, Lyla smiled and added, "Of course, he has been licking you for three years. He is so devoted to you—everyone in the school knows it."
"Yana? She’s just that bitch being horny," Tina scoffed.
"Given Ryan’s love for you, even if he were temporarily lost, he was rely treating her as a plaything to annoy you," Lyla continued.
"No matter what, he will definitely dump Yana. Tina is the only candidate for the future Mrs. Ryan," Tina declared proudly.
Lyla was lavished with praise. Tina’s personality was very susceptible to such flattery, and the proud princess showed a smug look. Pretending to be reserved, she said, "Lyla, don’t say that. Yana will be so sad when she is abandoned."
"Maybe. She won’t be able to win over Brother Ryan even if she tries so hard. She might even beco the laughing stock of the whole school," Lyla replied.
As Tina spoke, she puffed out her chest proudly and said in a tender voice, "Hey, why don’t you let him hug you tonight? He’ll be so happy that he won’t even be able to sleep when he gets ho."
Lyla agreed on the surface but sneered inwardly. Where did Tina get this confidence? It was exactly the kind of flattery Lyla desired—she thought Tina was stupid and too easily fooled.
As long as she maintained that ntality and kept her superior attitude, Brother Ryan would certainly beco even further alienated from her.
From the mont Brother Ryan began to let himself go, it was a signal that he was starting to release his obsession. Now was the best opportunity to take advantage.
Whether it was Yana or any other vixen, they were all competitors; yet everyone tacitly coexisted. The most important thing was Tina—the white moonlight. Pulling her down from the altar was paramount.
But Brother Ryan was truly loyal. With his condition, he could pursue any woman. Why would he be so foolish as to be this bitch’s lapdog for three years?
A notification sounded:
"Ding...bound object Lyla.
Favorability 92."
Ryan, while walking on the road, was puzzled—why had her favorability increased inexplicably as soon as she returned to the dormitory?
At the entrance of the boys’ dormitory, Weston and Jacob were already waiting. Jacob teased as soon as he arrived, "You’re so generous to treat to a barbecue. Tell honestly—which woman are you dating?"
Ryan smiled and replied, "Nothing, let’s just get together. The girls from Tina’s dormitory will also co."
"Hold on—" Weston imdiately ca up, touched Ryan’s head, and cursed, "Are you out of your mind? The charming and affectionate Yana won’t date you, so why the hell are you dating her?"
Jacob echoed, "That’s right—the won in that dormitory are looking at us with their noses in the air. Can you even afford this al?"
They scolded Ryan and lectured him, but he only smiled and did not refute, though so obsession still lingered in his heart.
"We’re going to eat barbecue. See you later after you get dressed," Ryan announced.
Soon, Tina’s information arrived. When Ryan saw it, his brows unconsciously furrowed. Most students ate barbecue at night from stalls set up by mobile vendors in front of the school gate, where prices were affordable.
The store, located in front of the school, also sold barbecue—but it was known as a canteen for rich people, so ordinary students stayed away.
"Okay, let’s go first!" Ryan agreed.
On the way, Jacob cursed, "You bastard, I’ve got this to say—if you don’t have enough money to pay the bill later, don’t borrow from ."
Weston snorted, " too. If you’re inviting Yana, it doesn’t matter if we’re just light bulbs. I’ll support you even if I max out my credit card."
One had to say that Yana was really powerful; she controlled the two brothers in one go. What was the difference between that and whispering in soone’s ear?
What worried Ryan now was that while spending with his bound object was not a problem, the transfer function had not been activated yet, and he didn’t know what was going on.
If this al turned out to be too expensive, he could not afford it with only 500-1000 of his fortune, so he would have to pay by credit card.
But according to the system rules, he shouldn’t ask these bootlickers to cover the money for him—what a headache.
"Brother Ryan!"
The sensible Yana called in a sweet voice, "I’m hungry. I heard you guys are going out for a midnight snack. Can I join you?"
Ryan looked over subconsciously. His two roommates did not hide anything either—it was obvious that they had tipped her off.
"Yana, co here!" Ryan chuckled and said, "You will pay the bill later!"
"OK," Yana replied happily, and imdiately hung up the phone without giving Ryan a chance to regret it.
"Damn it, I really have to enforce justice on behalf of the heavens," Jacob muttered as he grabbed Ryan by the collar, widening his eyes. "You invited Tina to dinner, and then asked Yana to pay the bill. Are you still a human being?"
"Fuck..." Weston couldn’t help but curse as well.
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