The person approaching from behind was none other than Zhou Yichen, the President of the Student Union. Zhou Yichen had never truly given up on Mi Xue; if Zhang Yang hadn't suppressed him these past few days, he would likely have been clinging to her side constantly.

Now, seeing Mi Xue, he immediately flocked toward her like an old crow spotting dried fish. Zhou Yichen was dressed quite well today: a white Red Bean brand shirt, black trousers, and a conspicuous Longines watch.

The most noticeable items were the cell phone and pager clipped to his waist. As he stood before Mi Xue, he instinctively straightened his back, hoping she would notice the large Philips phone he wore there.

“Zhou Yichen, what are you doing here?” Hu Xin happened to run up at that moment and stopped dead upon seeing Zhou Yichen, calling out loudly, “What are you doing here?” Zhou Yichen was alone today, without his usual entourage. Seeing Hu Xin’s fierce, bulky figure, he couldn’t help but take a few steps back.

After retreating, he seemed to realize this made him look weak, so he immediately puffed out his chest again and declared loudly, “I’m here to treat someone to a meal. What are you lot doing here?

Could it be you want to go inside too?” As Zhou Yichen spoke, he kept sizing up Hu Xin and the others, his eyes clearly holding a look of disdain. “You guessed right, we are here for a meal!” Gu Cheng, unable to hold his temper, stepped forward and shouted.

Zhang Yang stood smiling where he was; the petty squabbles of student days seemed long past him, yet encountering this again brought an indescribable sense of novelty. “Just you few?

You won’t starve for a month after this one meal, will you!” Zhou Yichen sneered. Hu Xin’s anger instantly flared up.

He walked directly over, pulled Zhang Yang forward, and yelled, “Hey, Zhou! Don't look down on people.

Don’t think you’re the only one with a few lousy bucks. Zhang Yang, take out what’s in your pocket and show him!” “Hu Xin, if a dog bites you, are you going to bite it back?” Zhang Yang, dragged over by Hu Xin, felt a mix of exasperation and amusement.

He had no intention of getting into a petty feud with Zhou Yichen; it felt beneath his status. “Who are you calling a dog?” Zhou Yichen roared in fury.

For some unknown reason, his mood always soured upon seeing Zhang Yang, and today was no exception. “Whoever answers is the dog!” This time, the one speaking wasn't Zhang Yang, but Xiao Dai.

Xiao Dai stood with her hands on her hips in front of Hu Xin. With Zhou Yichen as a common enemy, she forgot all about settling scores with Hu Xin for having looked at beautiful women earlier.

“You lot? Hmph, a bunch of paupers daring to come to a place like this.

Just look at the rags you’re wearing!” Zhou Yichen trembled with rage, wanting to lash out but daring not to. He spat out a vicious parting shot and immediately strode through the hotel doors.

The cheongsam-clad hostesses at the entrance bowed in unison, allowing him to regain a sliver of confidence. “Bastard!

Who are you calling a pauper? Say it again if you have the guts!” Hu Xin blinked in surprise.

By the time he reacted after Zhou Yichen had fled, he was already lunging forward, but Zhang Yang grabbed him just in time—otherwise, the impulsive fellow might have done something regrettable. “Damn it, how can such a shameless person exist in this world?” Gu Cheng glared furiously at Zhou Yichen’s retreating back.

Zhou Yichen’s image had already hit rock bottom in their minds; now, to put it mildly, he was worse than a beast. “It’s not worth getting angry over someone like that.

Let’s go in. Don’t let him spoil our pleasant outing!” Zhang Yang chuckled and walked ahead.

If not for the commotion Hu Xin and Xiao Dai had just caused, they would have entered long ago. The decoration of Kai Xuan Lou was certainly decent, but in Zhang Yang’s eyes, it was merely average.

In his previous life, he had frequented countless luxurious hotels; this place could only be called opulent, purely opulent, lacking any distinct style or taste in its décor. “Welcome!” The staff at the entrance did not stop them.

Once inside the main hall, Hu Xin and Gu Cheng immediately became tense, glancing around nervously but keeping their heads still, afraid of being mocked. Xiao Dai and Nannan were slightly better, but their expressions were also strained.

Only Mi Xue remained composed, staying close to Zhang Yang and not looking around much. “Do you have a reservation?” A woman in a black uniform approached from the lobby.

She looked about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with a long face that exuded a mature charm, and remarkably captivating eyes when she spoke. Hu Xin and Gu Cheng were momentarily stunned again; they had never seen such a look before.

“I’m sorry, we don’t have a reservation. Do you happen to have any private rooms available?” Zhang Yang smiled faintly.

This woman was attractive, but in his view, she was merely average. He had seen countless women far more alluring; this one held absolutely no appeal for him.

“We do, but we only have one large private room left. The minimum spend for the large room is 1888 yuan.

Would you like that?” The woman smiled at Zhang Yang, but he detected a flicker of contempt in her eyes, as if she were certain that a group of ‘poor students’ couldn't possibly afford such an expense. “Zhang Yang, let’s forget it.

There are only a few of us; we don’t need such a big room!” Gu Cheng tugged Zhang Yang’s sleeve. 1888 yuan—he didn't even have that much for half a semester’s living expenses; it was an almost unimaginable fortune to him.

“Chengzi is right, we’re few, no need for it!” Nannan unusually agreed with Gu Cheng. A few hundred yuan was acceptable, but nearly two thousand was excessive, especially since that was the minimum spend, and it could easily go higher.

“It’s fine, the large room it is. Miss, please show us the way!” Zhang Yang shook his head.

The woman in the black uniform paused slightly, a hint of disbelief still in her eyes, and subconsciously asked, “Are you sure you want the large room?” “Yes.” Zhang Yang nodded firmly. Having come this far, he certainly wasn't going to leave now.

He hadn't just visited rooms with a minimum spend of 1888 yuan in his past life; he’d frequented many costing 8888 yuan. Moreover, he currently had twenty thousand in cash and genuinely didn't care about this amount of money.

“Very well, please follow me!” The face of the black-uniformed woman broke into a smile again, and she led them inside, secretly glancing at Zhang Yang with surprise. This woman was actually the hotel’s lobby manager.

Though young, she was very skilled at reading people. This was a luxury hotel, and she encountered all sorts of people daily.

Generally, even when students visited, none would request a large private room. The 1888 yuan minimum spend far exceeded the budget of most students, who were mostly quite poor in those days.

Zhang Yang's clothes were clean, but she could tell they were all common articles, perhaps costing around two hundred yuan combined. For someone dressed like that to request a large room with a minimum spend of 1888 yuan without batting an eye, so naturally, it piqued her curiosity immensely.

She had noticed how very calm Zhang Yang's expression was when he requested the room, without any pretense of showing off, as if he frequented such establishments regularly.