I Bound Myself to a Tycoon Critical-Hit System on My First Day of College

Yang Chen thought getting into one of China’s top universities would be the pinnacle of his life. Little did he know that the real peak would arrive as soon as he stepped out of the train station.

Take one step, and 100,000 yuan lands in his account.

Take another, and a million is his.

Look in the mirror: he’s at the peak of handsomeness, so good-looking it’s almost unfair.

Spot a supercar by the roadside: a one-of-a-kind Ferrari worth 300 million yuan, delivered straight to the university gates.

This isn’t a dream.

It’s his new normal.

Smashing a Bentley, putting rich kids in their place, and acquiring a top-tier security company are just the appetizers.

The campus belle comes over to organize his closet, the department’s beauty asks him out for dinner, and a second-year graduate student knocks on his door in the middle of the night. Yang Chen’s first day at university is more exciting than four years of anyone else’s.

But when Starry Sky Investments and Wall Street giants all start orbiting an eighteen-year-old freshman, everyone finally realizes:

This “poor student,” mocked by rich kids, holds more than a mere 300-million-yuan supercar. He commands a trillion-yuan empire powerful enough to crush the entire old order.

“Money is for women to look at, not for spending on them.”

Leaning back in the rear seat of a Maybach, Yang Chen glances at the four campus beauties beside him, each scoring above nine out of ten, and smiles faintly. “Whoever rolls the highest number tonight gets me all to herself.”

“And as for anyone who wants to play dirty, I’m game.”