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8 PM.

When the six girls walked out of the lobby of the five-star hotel, the air in the entire lobby seemed to freeze for a moment.

A diverse group of top beauties—innocent, alluring, aloof, and gentle—gathered together, creating a veritable walking hormone-generating machine.

"Miaomiao, shall we take a taxi?" Tang Tingting, wearing her newly bought high heels, took a couple of steps, feeling a little unaccustomed to them, and turned to ask.

"Why take a car?" Lin Miaomiao sneered, flipping her hair with an extremely Versailles-like air. "Haohao said he can't let his women suffer. He's already arranged for two Alphard minivans to wait for us at the door."

As soon as the words were spoken, two brand-new black Toyota Alphards slowly pulled up in front of the hotel. A professional driver, dressed in a white shirt and white gloves, respectfully got out of the car and opened the power sliding door for them.

"Let's go, princesses."

Lin Miaomiao, wearing seven-centimeter high heels, was the first to step into the nanny van that symbolized her status and position.

"Tonight, the entire nightscape of Jianye is prepared just for us."

The car doors slowly closed, and two black Alphards drove like ghosts into the dazzling neon lights of Jianye City, heading straight for SPACE Bar, the city's most extravagant and decadent center of desire.

Meanwhile, in room 405 of the art college.

Xu Manman was sitting in front of the dressing table, her face so gloomy it looked like it was about to drip water.

She not only lost face at the hair salon this afternoon, but afterwards, she was even more furious. How dare that poor, lowly Lin Miaomiao swagger around on her head?!

"Manman, don't be angry. It's not worth ruining your health. You can't afford to get wrinkles over that Lin Miaomiao," Xu Manman's other two roommates carefully comforted her from the side.

"How can I not be angry?!" Xu Manman slammed an eyebrow pencil onto the mirror with a loud "smack." "Those two traitorous bitches, Wang Yali and Zhou Xin, they eat my food and drink my drinks all the time, and today they actually embarrassed me in front of so many people!"

Her chest heaved violently, and her eyes gleamed with an extremely sinister light.

"Didn't Lin Miaomiao book a black card booth at SPACE? Wasn't she planning a social event tonight to help her poor roommates get ahead? Fine, very well!"

Xu Manman suddenly stood up, opened her wardrobe, and picked out a very revealing, deep-V, rhinestone-studded, backless mini-dress with minimal fabric, which could be described as the "nuclear weapon" among "battle robes".

"You two, hurry up and change my clothes and put on makeup! Bring out your most expensive clothes!" Xu Manman ordered through gritted teeth.

"Manman, are we really going to cause trouble at SPACE?" one roommate asked hesitantly. "Lin Miaomiao's boyfriend is from Huaqing Business School, after all. What if he has powerful connections and we can't afford to offend him?"

"What's there to be afraid of?!" Xu Manman sneered, her face full of arrogance and disdain. "So what if it's Huaqing Business School? The rich kids at Huaqing Business School are men too! And every man has his moments of infidelity!"

She walked to the mirror, held up the extremely sexy rhinestone dress in front of her, and her eyes revealed a ruthless determination.

"Those girls Lin Miaomiao brought—Tang Tingting's cheap Taobao outfit, and Chen Xiaoxue's just a big-breasted, brainless country bumpkin. Today, I'm going to show that rich second-generation Zheng and his brothers with assets exceeding 100 million who the real gems of Jianye Art Academy are!"

"I'm going to seduce all of Lin Miaomiao's rich husbands, one by one, right in front of her! I'm going to turn tonight's gathering into a complete joke!"

It's 9:30 p.m.

SPACE Bar, Jianye City.

As the city's most upscale and exclusive nightclub, SPACE's entrance was already packed with colorful supercars tonight. The roar of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, and Porsches filled the air, their blinding headlights illuminating the bar entrance as if it were daytime.

At the security checkpoint, a long queue had formed, made up of various internet celebrity faces and long legs. These people were either there to hook up with rich men or hoping to sneak in and get some screen time, but without an insider to guide them, they could only wait in vain in the cold autumn wind.

SPACE Bar's luxurious and massive facade radiates a mesmerizing glow of lasers and neon lights in the deep autumn night. The air is filled with a high concentration of intoxicating aromas of alcohol, top-tier perfumes, and the pungent smell of gasoline exhaled from high-revving supercar engines.

The security personnel at the entrance, dressed in well-tailored black suits, maintained order along the cordon with stern expressions. Those tall, leggy internet celebrities and dance bloggers in the eyes of ordinary people could only stand obediently in the cold wind, hoping that a marketing person offering them a VIP booth would lend them a hand.

"drop--"

With a deep, distinguished announcement, two black Toyota Alphards slowly drove into the VIP drop-off lane.

A few top marketing professionals who were originally bored at the entrance noticed that the lead RS7, which was also leading the convoy, had just pulled up. It was Zheng Hao from Huaqing Business School, the real patron of the Black Card No. 1 booth tonight.

The professional driver quickly got out of the car and opened the electric sliding door.

First to step out were a pair of seven-centimeter nude pointed-toe high heels. Then, Lin Miaomiao, dressed in a sophisticated black off-the-shoulder dress and a light-colored trench coat, gracefully stood still. Her slightly wavy, burgundy hair shimmered captivatingly in the light and shadow, and her cool elegance and pride instantly drew many glances from passersby.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Tingting, Chen Xiaoxue, Qingqing, and the uneasy Wang Yali and Zhou Xin filed out of the car.

Six art school girls with different styles stood together—some innocent, some fiery, and some radiant—instantly becoming the absolute focal point of the entire VIP passage.

"Damn, Hao-ge! You're amazing!"

In the private inner passageway of the booths, several young men who had been waiting for a long time were already standing there.

The first to greet them was Lao Xu, the one whose family owns a chain of hotels. He was 1.82 meters tall and wearing a limited-edition trendy brand coat. His eyes were initially somewhat indifferent, but when he saw Chen Xiaoxue's fiery red deep V halter-neck short dress and her long, beautiful legs, his eyes widened instantly, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Meanwhile, Wang Lei, a second-generation rich kid who had benefited from land expropriation, stood next to the car with a gleam in his eye, his slightly chubby figure fixed on Tang Tingting's pure white silk camisole and chunky knit cardigan—a combination that exuded a pure and alluring charm. His lips almost stretched from ear to ear in a wide grin.

Besides Lao Xu and Wang Lei, there were three other boys standing behind them with a more composed demeanor.

One is Xu Shao, whose family runs a smart terminal supply chain; the other is Xiao Zhang, the only son of a pharmaceutical distribution giant in the province. And standing in the very center, whose pride is hard to hide even in a simple black shirt, is none other than Gu Mingyuan, the class monitor of Class 1, Economics and Management.