Reading on phone In a dorm room, a guy with a pointed face and a lively demeanor was lying on his bed, playing with his phone and murmuring to himself, "This is definitely a golden opportunity! How much should I ask the goddess? This is truly something important—without a high price, I simply can't make it!" His name was Zhu Gen, a third-year student. He had once been one of Lin Caiwei's most devoted admirers, and under encouragement from his classmates, he even made a formal declaration of love to her. But the outcome was a disappointment—Lin Caiwei barely glanced at him, leaving Zhu Gen, who had been holding a bouquet of roses, feeling deeply embarrassed. Though Zhu Gen's appearance wasn't particularly impressive, people with less attractive features often have stronger self-esteem. After enduring ridicule from his classmates, his affection for Lin Caiwei gradually transformed into resentment. Lin Caiwei was exceptionally skilled—those people who were several times stronger than Zhu Gen never managed to gain an advantage, let alone him. He had adopted a completely different strategy: tracking. He had set out to expose Lin Caiwei completely, but unfortunately, Lin’s daily routine was remarkably simple—she moved consistently between her dorm, dining hall, and classroom, following a strict three-point route. Finding any compelling content for exposure from her life simply wasn’t feasible. In the end, he realized that the photos he took only served to boost Lin Caiwei’s popularity further—they offered no other tangible benefit. Yet Zhu Gen remained unconvinced and persisted in tracking her for several months. Finally, last night, he achieved a significant breakthrough. He was fully aware of his own strengths and limitations—these photos would indeed cause some, if not serious, trouble for Lin Caiwei, but they brought him absolutely no personal advantage. Could it really be that he's threatening to make Lin the girl he's dating? That's ridiculous—if that were the case, she'd definitely meet a terrible end. After careful consideration, he decided it was better to take things seriously and stop dreaming of being a toad who wants to eat the flesh of a swan. There are a total of seven clear photos, each priced at 500 yuan. Seven times 500 is 3,500 yuan. Considering she's such a beautiful girl, he'd offer a 10% discount, settling on 3,000 yuan. He immediately sent a text message to Lin Caiwei. When he couldn't reach her through the unfamiliar number, he promptly sent messages to several others. All the recipients were students who were deeply in love with Lin and came from well-off families. Zhu Gen didn't forget to add: "Only one opportunity—higher bids will be preferred." To his surprise, Lin not only received the message but also informed Qin Feng right away. Since they sat together, Qin, the young noble, would have found it difficult not to know immediately. Lin Mei held her phone up in front of him, huffed, and asked, "How are we going to settle this? The other side is demanding three thousand!" "Three thousand? That's not expensive at all. Just give them the money. Once we get the photos, we'll be all set." Qin Feng spoke without hesitation. "Alright, then, I'll pay." She extended her delicate, pale hand, waving it in front of him. He raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? I'm the one who's paying, right? After all, it was *your* choice of meeting place. How is it any of my business if we end up in such a situation?" Three thousand yuan—of course, Qin's father wouldn't see it as much, but there were certain expenses that simply had to be made, while others simply couldn't be. That was the lesson his parents had instilled in him from childhood, and he had to uphold it. "Why isn't it my responsibility? Without you, wouldn't we have ended up in that very situation? So this money must come from you—it's fair, reasonable, and entirely logical," Lin Caiwei countered firmly, clearly determined not to budge As per the elder's instructions over the phone last night, she was to make every effort to get close to Qin Feng and win his favor—yet she had a strong sense of resistance: why should I follow your advice exactly? Fortunately, Qin Feng was also sent to approach her, so regardless of who might overstep, the other would naturally make concessions. As long as no fundamental issues arose, the two of them would likely remain amicable. "Oh well, it's just my bad luck—I'm footing this bill. But once the matter is settled, you'll have to treat me to dinner. Isn't that reasonable?" Qin, the young noble, hoped to secure some advantage, or else he'd feel too disadvantaged. Lin Caivui immediately agreed: "Certainly! It's not much—just a meal. But I'm not exactly a wealthy person; I can't afford a fine dinner for you!" "Do you really think I'd be willing to let you go without a fight? If I have to settle for three thousand yuan, then the campus canteen will do just fine. I'll just add a few more meat dishes, and I'll be satisfied." Qin Feng's words seemed on the surface to be about saving money for her, but in reality, it was something else—dining out together in pairs at restaurants created more buzz than simply going to a restaurant. With just a few tens of yuan, she had indeed been fooled: "That's what you said! You can't back out now!" But Sun Zi hadn't backed out at all—he was overjoyed, barely able to contain his excitement. The beautiful woman was really furious: "I don't care! You've got to sort this out, or...?" "Or you'll beat me up, right?" Qin, the young nobleman, voiced what she'd been about to say, sniffing. "It's not like I'm asking for the photos to be kept—someone's paying a premium to buy them, so clearly they're not being collected. Once he makes his terms, I'll just charge in and give him a good beating so he hands over the photos. How about that?" Hearing this, the woman felt much better and said, "No matter how you handle it, just get the photos back!" "You're supporting my use of force!" "After all, it'll be you who'll look foolish—me, completely uninvolved. Of course I'm on board," Lin Caivé remarked. Oh, brother, I seem to be falling into another ditch again. Soon, the notification sound on her phone buzzed—sure enough, it was the very person who had paid a high price for the photos, inviting her for dinner. She immediately replied: "Go ahead and dream that up." Soon another text message arrived: You'd better come as planned—just have dinner with me, and I'll return the photos exactly as they are. The other party indeed used the photos as leverage, and Lin, the beautiful woman, laughed: Time and place. A little while later, she sent the message the other person had sent her verbatim to Qin Feng, smiling and saying, "Qin, thank you for tonight—please go on my behalf to the dinner. I'm wondering what expression the other person will have when they see you there!" Qin Feng shrugged, "If you're curious, why not go with me?"