Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Hearing that he was recognized, Lu Xiaobu wasn’t surprised at all.
Since Wu Qianmin said that there were fans of his in the literature club, it was normal for someone to recognize him.
And the other members of the literature club, after hearing what that member said, turned their gazes towards Lu Xiaobu.
As Lu Xiaobu’s figure overlapped with the one in their memories.
They slowly all recognized Lu Xiaobu.
"It’s Lu Xiaobu!"
"Really Lu Xiaobu himself!"
"Oh my god! I actually saw him in person!"
"Young Master Bu, can you talk about ’Youthful Heavenly Dynasty’?"
"Yes! Yes! I’m a loyal fan of yours!"
"..."
It was just an instant when Lu Xiaobu’s identity was exposed.
The members of the literature club that had been surrounding Yu Jian, except for a few die-hards, nearly all came to Lu Xiaobu’s side without exception.
They were fawning over him in all kinds of ways.
On one hand for literature, and on the other hand also for money.
After all, it was well-known that Lu Xiaobu was generous!
At this moment, looking at the face of Yu Jian who acted like a saint but was actually a slut.
It was truly a mixture of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet; sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, astringent, numbing, salty, and everything in between!
"You are Lu Xiaobu!?"
Yu Jian’s facial features twisted together.
The sour rot of his so-called literary persona, coupled with the arrogance of a wealthy second-generation, fermented into an unbearably pungent stench!
"Just because you’re Lu Xiaobu, why didn’t you reveal your identity?! Are you playing tricks on me?!"
Yu Jian roared out loud.
Honestly, who knows why he suddenly got so angry.
"Right." Lu Xiaobu nodded sincerely: "I am playing tricks on you!"
"Pfft!"
Yu Jian felt a sudden pain in his chest.
Damn it, how to respond to this?!
"Really, knowing full well I was playing you, you still had to have it confirmed, are you sick in the head?!" Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and sneered.
"Pfft!"
Yu Jian felt pain in his chest once again!
He was so angry that he started to tremble.
The members of the literature club beside him shuddered as they watched Yu Jian’s reaction.
Definitely the real Lu Xiaobu, since there are few who would confront people so directly like him!
"So what if you are Lu Xiaobu? My Yu Family ranks higher than you!"
Yu Jian was still struggling like a trapped beast, trying to grasp some sense of dignity.
"Is that so?" Lu Xiaobu took a moment to clear his ears: "Even if I’m not concerned about that, I know I’m already number five, right?! What is your Yu Family ranked?!"
"What?!"
Yu Jian was suddenly shocked and quickly took out his phone to check.
Result.
There it was, clearly written on the leaderboard.
Third Level Rich List number five—Lu Xiaobu.
Third Level Rich List number six—Yu Chengwei.
Yu Chengwei is his dad, which also represents the Yu Family.
In other words, this Lu Xiaobu had actually pushed their Yu Family down?!
How could this be?!
He clearly saw just yesterday Lu Xiaobu was still ranked below their Yu Family.
He even boasted about this to the people in the literature club this morning.
But the day hadn’t even ended yet.
And Lu Xiaobu had climbed above them!
Suddenly, he felt a burning pain on his face!
Damn, this slap came too fast.
"Oh, by the way, leaving aside the rankings for now, I am a contemporary of your dad, what should you call me!?"
Lu Xiaobu said with a mischievous smile.
With these words, the whole place fell silent!
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Yu Jian.
Because, Lu Xiaobu wasn’t wrong.
Both Lu Xiaobu and Yu Chengwei are listed on the Third Level Rich List, and even now, Lu Xiaobu ranks one place higher than Yu Chengwei!
To say they belong to the same generation, there’s absolutely no problem with that.
After all, when Lu Xiaobu and Yu Chengwei meet, they definitely consider each other equals.
Then the question arises, what should Yu Chengwei’s son—Yu Jian—call Lu Xiaobu?!
Yu Jian’s face finally settled on a color—it turned greenish-black!
Damn it! Is this really necessary?!
He looked around at the faces of the onlookers and wished he could just crawl into a hole and hide.
Shit, this is too fucking embarrassing!
Suddenly, he had a brainwave and said to Lu Xiaobu, "Let’s not talk about that. I am a man of letters, and you seem to be too. How about we determine the winner through literature?"
He wanted to beat this Lu Xiaobu using his strongest suit.
Perhaps in terms of family background, they were evenly matched...well, slightly outdone... um... not by much anyway!
But when it comes to literature, he was unafraid of this Lu Xiaobu.
"Psycho, I’m not competing."
Lu Xiaobu rolled his eyes and was speechless.
Why can’t I shake off the topic of literature lately?!
Every damn day it’s literature, literature, literature—is there even enough time for me to study literature?
I’d rather study biology or life sciences, okay?
What? Don’t understand?
Think harder!
I’ll add a voice-over for you!
Heh heh heh!
Get it now?
Cough cough cough!
Besides, in the business realm, Liang Lan and Su Luoxue handle matters, so I don’t need to get involved, but with literature?
I’d tire myself out dealing with it every damn day!
And at this moment, suddenly someone dashed out and stormed towards Lu Xiaobu in just a few steps.
Zhang Meng immediately stepped aside, blocking this person’s inevitable path.
This was a girl.
With a bun atop her head, large black-rimmed glasses, and clothes that are definitely clean but baggy, giving off a sloppy vibe.
This girl’s eyes shined with fervent emotion, and when she saw Zhang Meng blocking her way, she didn’t speak. Instead, she sidestepped twice, trying to bypass Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng wouldn’t possibly let her get by.
So, no matter how the girl tried to circle around, Zhang Meng always firmly stood in front of her.
And what’s more frustrating, this girl was stubbornly persistent, just moving around and around non-stop.
Wu Qianmin suddenly shouted, "Club president?! Why are you here?"
"Your club president?!"
Lu Xiaobu looked at the sloppy girl, twitching at the corner of his mouth.
Well, indeed, this world is full of wonders!
Could this be the legendary female top student?!
But since he recognized her, Lu Xiaobu spoke out, "Zhang Meng, let her through."
"Yes, Young Master."
Zhang Meng stepped aside, clearing the path.
On seeing this, the girl’s eyes sparkled, and she rushed straight toward Lu Xiaobu.
Lu Xiaobu looked at the girl’s unwavering stride and suddenly had his doubts—what is this top female student up to?!
As the distance closed, closer and closer!
Then!
"Smack!"
The girl carefully took out a notebook from inside her baggy clothes and placed it in front of Lu Xiaobu.
At that moment, her face held an expression of pilgrimage, as if she was conducting some sort of sacred ceremony.
This was an attitude that took something to the absolute extreme.
After Lu Xiaobu finished reading, his eyes lit up with admiration!
This, I’ll definitely take!