The 90 Billion Devotion System

Chapter 7: President Lu Jisu

Chapter 7: President Lu Jisu

With the morning sun the rays of which penetrated to the dormitory and picked out golden dashes on the wooden floor. The air was filled with the sweet smell of instant coffee and undone washing, the air became fresh with the morning.

At the sink was Urek Han brushing his teeth lazily and not in a rush, with untropical leisure. His reflection gazed back at him in an ever so slightly fogged up mirror, his hair all disheveled lending to his nonchalant attitude. He cleared his throat, rinsed his mouth and rubbed his face with a towel, as the cool water refreshed him.

So there was an inordinate amount of activity in his dorm. His three flatmates crouched in a corner holding a phone in front of their eyes, the humming voices barely taming the room.

Bro, it is crazy! said one of them, as the phone him gripped.

Who can just carelessly spend one million in a live stream? added another, and his voice was half admiration half incredulity.

Urek pricked his ears a little, but did not change his calm attitude. He grabbed his phone on the table and unlocked it with a swipe. There were so many notifications that the screen was overwhelmed by them. Phone messages, missed calls, system prompts. an exorbitant amount of them. He fetched up on the mess, his thumb poised above the untouched messages of Little Nine Nye.

His lips sorted in a mild scowl. So she did not mark to me at all?

It took him a couple of taps to get into the system interface. An alert box appeared rightaway.

Physical communication must be accommodated in order to fall in a relationship bind.]

Well… that goes like this.

He was leaning back against his desk tapping his fingers against the wood in an apparently thoughtful expression. He had hoped that the money would never come back but taking a glance at the number of messages filling his inbox, it was something different altogether.

Another notification flashed.

[New unread messages from multiple users.]

His brow arched slightly. Clicking into the message list, he saw a stream of unfamiliar names. Women. dozens of them. Some were professional streamers, others were students, influencers, even strangers who had caught wind of his lavish spending.

Urek exhaled sharply through his nose, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"So this is what happens when you recklessly throw money around. Have I accidentally turned into a chick magnet?"

He glanced over at his roommates, still engrossed in their discussion. They had no idea that the "mysterious tycoon" they were raving about was standing just a few feet away.

Shoving his phone into his pocket, Urek stretched his arms above his head, letting out a yawn. That was enough entertainment for now.

At that moment, his roommates suddenly scrambled to grab their bags, adjusting their clothes and checking their reflections in the small mirror by the door. They looked unusually eager.

Urek narrowed his eyes, watching their behavior with mild curiosity. "Hey, where are you guys rushing off to?" he asked, his voice carrying a lazy drawl.

One of them turned around with an excited grin. "We have class, obviously. But today’s different. Lu Jisu is going to be there!"

Urek’s movement stilled for a fraction of a second.

"Lu Jisu?" he echoed, the name stirring a faint memory.

His roommates nodded eagerly. "Yeah, the school flower! She’s also the vice president of the student council."

Urek leaned against the wall, arms crossing over his chest as he processed the information. His memory flickered, recalling a girl with an elegant yet distant demeanor. She had always been the subject of admiration among the students, but her cold personality made her seem untouchable.

A slow smirk spread across his lips.

"Ah…" he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "Her."

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There was electricity in the lecture hall as students seated. There was the sound of people rustling through their books and of them slightly knocking their fingers against the desks as well as some soft murmurs. The most striking figure did not have to do anything to be taller than the rest.

Lu Jisu stood out holding her posture perfectly at the podium as she gave a vibe of utter confidence. Her natural aura automatically commanded everyone to respect her. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and her white blouse was perfectly fitting her body and her half-jutting chin portrayed authority quietly. She could silence all the people in the room with her minimal glance and she could spellbound all the people that listened to her words.

She was more than admired by people. It is the ideal pupil. The student council vice president. Imperfectible goddess.

Urek Han seated himself at the farthest side of the room and his keen eyes surveyed the sight of her even in the casual way he threw himself against the chair with one arm on the desk. His mouth was slightly turned up that pleased in a certain strategic way but not in any sense of humor.

To have a great woman with a successful man is an exceptional need.

He was able to sink the idea into his mind becoming an absolute fact. Respect, authority, clout. Lu Jisu was spoiled. The main manner in which his desire to be placed on top would be serious enough would be through having Lu Jisu alongside with him.

As he looked at her his mind arched on another truth. A change in the energies of the room.

The focus in the present surpassed Lu Jisu and involved other people.

The lecture room was filled with the small mumbling of students who were talking in hushed tones as they laughed and made the quietest noises. These girls in front of whom he sat exchanged a few glances and calmly stared at him.

"Is that really Urek Han?" The girl whispered to her friends while she looked at him for a second time.

"He looks... different," another girl whispered, her eyes trailing over him with curiosity.

It was subtle, but he noticed it. the lingering stares, the slight blush on their cheeks, the way their eyes flickered toward him before quickly looking away.

Tch. Just changing my hairstyle and clothes makes this much of a difference?

Urek smirked faintly, though he hid it behind a casual tilt of his head. Truly, women are fickle.

Not far away, Rose and her friend had also taken notice.

Rose, who had always looked down on Urek, narrowed his eyes as she leaned back in her chair, arms crossed. "Hey... is that really Urek Han?" She asked, his voice tinged with skepticism.

Her friend snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, Rose. Guy had a major glow-up. Looks like money really does change people."

Urek’s phone vibrated softly in his pocket, and he casually pulled it out, glancing at the notification.

[Rose's favorability +30]

He scoffed under his breath. As expected. The world revolves around appearances.

Meanwhile, his friends, seated beside him, were growing more and more excited.

"Bro, this is your chance!" one of them urged, nudging him. "Go talk to her!"

"Yeah, man, let’s see if you can actually pull this off," another added, barely containing his grin.

Urek stretched his arms, his movements slow and deliberate. A faint smirk tugged at his lips.

"Watch closely," he murmured, standing up. "I’ll show you how it’s done."

With effortless confidence, he stepped away from his desk, heading straight toward Lu Jisu.

A hush fell over the room. Eyes followed his every movement, the murmurs growing louder.

But just as he neared her.

A firm hand shot out, gripping his collar.

Urek barely had time to react before he was pulled to a sudden stop.

"Where do you think you’re going?" a sharp voice cut through the tension.

Sen Minchi.

Lu Jisu’s closest friend and the self-appointed gatekeeper of anyone who tried to approach her.

Her dark eyes bore into Urek’s with unhidden suspicion, her grip firm and unyielding.

At that moment, the lecture hall erupted into quiet gasps and snickers.

Urek smirked. Well… this just got interesting.

Urek’s sharp eyes met Sen Minchi’s glare, but he remained completely unfazed. Instead of pulling away or reacting with irritation, he tilted his head slightly, as if studying her.