"Mr. Carter, here's the watch you ordered." The manager—a guy in his thirties, hair neatly combed, suit sharp, gloves on—looked every bit the part of a successful man. But right now, he bent forward a little as he spoke to Evan, his voice full of respect.
It was hard not to notice. Evan looked so young, like he'd just stepped out of a college lecture hall. Still, the manager's attitude didn't waver for a second. Anyone who could buy a Patek Philippe right after starting university? Clearly, this was someone with a powerful family, or at least a lot of money to back him up. Either way, not someone the manager wanted to upset.
Emily watched all this from the sofa. Seeing this well-dressed manager treat Evan with so much care, she felt a little stunned.
Evan didn't even look at them. His whole focus was on the watch. He grunted, picked it up, checked it over, and slid it onto his wrist. Fit perfectly.
The cold weight of the metal settled against Evan's wrist, heavier than he expected. Under the store's lights, the watch reflected a quiet, restrained elegance—nothing flashy, yet impossible to ignore. Emily noticed how naturally it suited him, as if it had always belonged there.
"What do you think? Does it look good on me?" Evan asked Emily.
"It's great," she said, nodding honestly.
Actually, it was more than that. Just seeing him put on that watch, something about him seemed to shift. He had this air of—she didn't know—nobility, maybe. Of course, Emily figured that was probably just her imagination. Knowing the watch cost $221,000 could do that to a person.
"As long as it's not bad, it's good enough," Evan said, but he seemed pretty pleased.
"I'll wear the watch. Can you pack up the warranty card and everything else for me?" he asked the manager.
"Of course, Mr. Carter." The manager packed everything neatly and handed it all to Evan with both hands.
"Let's go," Evan said to Emily, taking the things.
Even after they got into the car, Emily's eyes kept drifting to Evan's wrist. $221,000. That kind of money could buy a few houses where she grew up, and here it was—just a watch.
"I've got dinner plans tonight," Evan said as he buckled up. "I'll drop you back at school first. It's close—about ten minutes from here."
It was already 5 p.m. Evan had dinner with Lena at 6.
Emily almost blurted out, "Dinner with who?" but stopped herself.
"Okay, thanks for the ride," she said, trying to sound casual.
"What ride? Don't mention it." Evan grinned. Honestly, he was in a great mood. The afternoon had gone better than expected. The haircut made a big difference—he didn't look so plain anymore. He had new clothes, a new style, and now this Patek on his wrist. If that wasn't a productive day, he didn't know what was.
Emily smiled back but stayed quiet, lost in her own thoughts. Yesterday, when she saw Evan driving a top-of-the-line BMW, she'd pretty much made up her mind about wanting to be his girlfriend. In her head, things were supposed to progress naturally, one step at a time. She figured even if they did end up together, she'd give herself to him slowly. If it was too easy, she worried he wouldn't value it.
But now, those ideas seemed kind of silly. Waiting for things to "just happen" felt unrealistic. She glanced at Evan again, then at the glint of his watch. She hadn't guessed he'd be this wealthy—a whim, and he dropped $221,000 on a watch.
It wasn't a car, something you could use every day. A watch like this—most rich kids wouldn't even dream of it. Evan wasn't just rich; he was young, handsome (especially after the haircut), and dressed better than ever. No way he'd have trouble attracting pretty girls.
So did she really have the luxury to take her time? Emily shook her head. She was confident in her looks and her figure, but she knew the truth. If she waited even a little longer, someone else would probably swoop in before her.
There are still plenty of pretty girls at school.
Let's be real—nobody's clueless. When someone like Evan shows up, rich, good-looking, the whole package, everyone's going to try their luck.
And Evan? He's not exactly stingy, either.
Emily glanced down at the LV bag on her lap. Inside was another LV purse, this one tagged at $14,000.
So yeah, the old strategy—just taking it slow, letting things happen—doesn't really work anymore.
She had to move fast. If she wanted to be Evan's girlfriend, she needed to make it official, lock it in before someone else did.
That's the only way to keep other girls from swooping in.
Of course, she knew she couldn't stop everyone—no matter what, there'd always be girls throwing themselves at him. That's just how it goes.
But she could worry about that after she'd secured her spot.
Right now, the only thing that mattered was making things official.
"What's on your mind? You look really deep in thought."
They were waiting at a red light. Evan glanced over, catching Emily lost in her own world. He smiled, a little curious, and broke the silence.
"I wasn't thinking about anything."
Emily snapped out of it and shook her head. No way she'd actually admit what was on her mind.
"Alright." Evan didn't push. He spotted the light turning green, pressed the gas, and the car rolled smoothly toward the school.
Emily broke the silence. "Hey, I've got a question. Mind if I ask?"
She turned a little, glancing at Evan—catching her side profile in the window. Honestly, she thought she looked her best from that angle. Perfect, really.
"It's inconvenient," Evan said, barely glancing her way.
"…What?"
Emily blinked, caught off guard. That wasn't the reaction she expected. Shouldn't he have said something like, "Sure, go ahead"?
But Evan just went with "it's inconvenient." Was he serious? It almost felt like a joke.
Evan saw the confusion on her face and suddenly burst out laughing. Something about her expression—bewildered, a little lost—was just adorable.
"Go on, ask," he said, still grinning.
Emily didn't hesitate. "I'm curious—what kind of girl do you like? Tell me."
Evan shrugged. "That's easy. First, she's gotta be beautiful. Anyone who knows me knows that. Second, great figure. That's pretty important too. But honestly, the most important thing—I haven't said it yet."
Emily felt a little smug. She was confident in her looks, no doubt about it. Except for maybe Isabella, nobody at school could really compare.
But then Evan kept going.
"The most important thing is… she has to wear a white short-sleeved shirt and a black pleated skirt. I love that look."
He glanced at Emily.
She stared at him, stunned. That outfit sounded awfully familiar. She looked down—yep, white shirt, black pleated skirt. Her exact outfit today.
Even though she knew Evan was probably teasing, she couldn't help feeling a little giddy.
After a second, Emily decided to just go for it.
"Seriously? You like my style? How about I become your girlfriend?"
No beating around the bush. That was the quickest way she could think of to make things happen.
Evan's eyebrows shot up. He turned and looked at her, surprised by how direct she was. She wasn't joking, either—he could see it in her eyes.
Honestly, Evan felt a rush of emotions. He knew a lot of this came down to him driving a BMW, the nice afternoon they'd had, and, yeah, the Patek Philippe on his wrist. Perks of being loaded.
Emily saw him hesitate and blurted out, "Well? I've never dated anyone before. This is my first time saying something like this to a guy."
Evan nodded. "Alright, let's date. To be honest, I've never been in a relationship either."
Why not? He had money, he had the system, and Emily was gorgeous.
"So you agreed? Great! Let me introduce myself again—hi, I'm Emily, your girlfriend."
She beamed, all nerves gone, and held out her hand. Her fingers were long, slender, almost elegant.
Evan smiled, keeping one hand on the wheel and shaking her hand with the other. "Nice to meet you. I'm Evan, your boyfriend."
Emily visibly relaxed, her whole mood lighting up. She'd done it—she'd made it official. That mattered. A lot.
The car rolled onto campus. Emily chatted away about funny stories from the start of the school year. Evan nodded along, though his mind wandered.
He couldn't lie—he was a little excited. Emily's looks and confidence were undeniable. Before the system, he never dreamed he'd be dating her.
Honestly, I wasn't that excited.
Deep down, he knows better than anyone that he'll never have trouble finding a girlfriend. Even if Emily's gorgeous—maybe a solid 90 out of 100—he's not worried about missing out on someone like her in the future.
So, yeah, I felt a little excited, but nothing crazy.
Evan kept driving, pushing the thought out of his mind as he pulled up to the girls' dorm.
"Alright, we're here," he said.
"I see it," Emily replied.
Emily tightened her fingers around the LV bag, her heartbeat quietly accelerating. Part of her hesitated—what if she was moving too fast? But another voice inside her reminded her that hesitation, in this world, often meant losing everything.
She unbuckled her seatbelt but didn't get out. Instead, she turned to look at Evan.
He caught her staring. "What's up?"
"Come here, I need to tell you something," Emily said, her cheeks a little red as she waved him over.
Evan didn't think much of it. He figured she just wanted to say something quietly, so he leaned in.
But as he got closer, her face reddened even more, and then—she kissed him on the cheek.
"That was my first kiss. I'm giving it to you," she said, her voice serious.
She meant it. Then, flustered, she slipped out of the car and hurried into the dorm.
Evan sat there, honestly stunned.
[Ding!]
[Target: Emily moroe]
[Favorability toward you: 75]
[Got first kiss , Earn $100,000 ]
He snap out of it right away after listening the sound of the system.Eventually, he waved after her, then turned the wheel and drove off.
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Girl's dormitory
When Emily pushed open the door to enter the dormitory, the redness on her face had almost faded. Although there was still a slight redness, it was barely noticeable unless you looked closely.
"Emily is back? Where did you go this afternoon?"
In the dormitory, Jasmine, Isabella and Rose Emily's roommates, were all there. When they saw Emily return, Rose immediately asked her a question out of curiosity.
Jasmine,who was lying in bed, sat up abruptly after hearing that Emily had returned.
Although she didn't know where Emily went in the afternoon, she was certain that Emily had been with Evan.
Because she had asked Nathan, and Evan wasn't in the dormitory that afternoon either.
Therefore, the matter is quite clear.
"I went shopping with my boyfriend," Emily said with a smile.
"What did you say?! Emily, am I hearing things? You said you went shopping with your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend? When did you get one?"
Rose was startled. She subconsciously said something and even stood up from her chair, looking shocked.
Not only was she surprised, but Isabella, who was looking down at her phone, also looked up after hearing Emily's words, and looked at Emily with some surprise and doubt.
Because she was in the dormitory, Isabella wore loose pajamas, but you could still tell that she had a great figure.
Moreover, her overall demeanor remained aloof, and coupled with her beautiful features, she possessed an outstanding presence.
Jasmine was even more shocked, because she knew more information. So when she heard Emily say she was shopping with her boyfriend, her immediate reaction was...
Could this boyfriend be Evan?
You've already confirmed your relationship?
Is this for real?!
...