Chapter Seven: The Class Reunion

“Since your budget is higher, sir, I suggest you choose the BMW Five Series, or perhaps the Seven Series. However, the Seven Series is quite large, and unless it’s strictly for business use, I wouldn’t recommend it.”
Yang Xiaofan nodded and glanced at a BMW Five Series on display. Its design was bold and striking, far more impressive than the typical Five Series seen on the streets.
“This one looks pretty good. How much is it?”
The hostess smiled after checking.
“Sir, that car isn’t suitable for you. It’s the M5 Thunder Edition, a high-performance model of the Five Series. Its base price is over one and a half million—enough to buy three or four regular Five Series cars.”
“So expensive?”
Yang Xiaofan smacked his lips. The car was truly stunning, worlds apart from the ordinary Five Series.
After seeing it, he had no interest in the other Five Series nearby.
Maybe… just buy it?
It’s only one and a half million. He could paint a few more pictures and make up for it.
“I’ll take this one.”
“???”
The hostess was about to introduce the regular Five Series, but Yang Xiaofan pointed straight at the M5, leaving her dumbfounded. Her heart raced uncontrollably.
“Sir… are you… sure?”
“I’m sure. I want this one!”
Yang Xiaofan nodded again, making the hostess’s face flush with excitement.
“Alright, I’ll handle the paperwork for you. Will you pay in full or by installments?”
“In full.”
“Very well, please wait a moment.”
With that, she rushed to the office to process his purchase.
The salespeople who had refused to serve Yang Xiaofan were all stunned.
“Damn! We misjudged him!”
“Are the rich nowadays becoming more and more ordinary?”
“Wealthy people are really hard to understand these days.”
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The process was completed, and the car was now Yang Xiaofan’s.
When he first sat in the vehicle, his heart thumped wildly.
If not for the God-making Plan, he would never have driven anything more than a modest ten-thousand-yuan car in his lifetime.
Even dreaming of gripping a BMW’s steering wheel would have been a luxury.
Yet now, he was driving a BMW M5 worth over one and a half million yuan, base price!

It feels wonderful to be wealthy!
After the excitement faded, Yang Xiaofan revved the engine and headed toward the university district.
The unique roar of the M5 drew many curious glances.
After thoroughly enjoying himself, Yang Xiaofan parked beneath his dormitory, returned to his room, and began studying his golden finger once more.
For levels below Master—novice and beginner—the expenditure wasn’t much. But reaching the Great Success stage started to burn through money quickly.
So far, Yang Xiaofan only had one skill, painting, at Master level, and that was thanks to an experience card gifted with his first recharge.
His subsequent improvements in memory and marksmanship had only just reached beginner level.
Even so, his initial reward of a hundred thousand yuan had been completely spent.
That meant, despite now having five million, he could only upgrade a few abilities with limited funds.
Which abilities should he upgrade?
He needed practical skills—ones that could help him earn big money quickly and keep up the upgrades.
Shooting was out of the question; these days, anyone playing with guns would be arrested by the police in a heartbeat.
His memory was quite useful; perhaps he should upgrade that first, to avoid forgetting important things later.
So Yang Xiaofan spent nine hundred and fifty thousand yuan to elevate his memory to Master level.
Next: handwriting!
He could paint well now, but his handwriting was atrocious.
A fine horse deserves a fine saddle; if his handwriting improved, his paintings would surely fetch higher prices.
Thus, Yang Xiaofan spent again to bring his calligraphy up to Master level.
Now, his status had changed; he was no longer the loser he once was—walk down the street and even robbers would steer clear.
To avoid being robbed, he ought to enhance his martial skills.
He upgraded his martial arts to Master level.
Instantly, Yang Xiaofan felt a surge of powerful energy coursing through his body, as if some vital energy filled his core.
He should now be able to handle special forces soldiers, right?
With that thought, Yang Xiaofan punched the wall, and in an instant, his face darkened worse than a dog’s.
“Ow~!”
His fist swelled red and started bleeding.
And that was without using his full strength.
“Damn it! Martial Arts Master only increases combat skills, not physical constitution!”
Left with no choice, Yang Xiaofan spent another million to upgrade his physique to Master level. In turn, he noticed his vision, hearing, and other senses subtly improved, breaking through the beginner stage.

And once his martial arts reached Master level, his body coordination also synchronized to Master level.
That is to say, improving certain abilities would also enhance related skills.
Some abilities improved more, others less.
This was fortunate; it saved him quite a bit of money.
With his upgraded physique, Yang Xiaofan noticed the wound on his fist beginning to heal itself, scabbing over and then sprouting new skin, much like the self-healing in movies.
His eyes lit up.
Physique upgrades came with such benefits?
This was only at Master level—if he went higher, perhaps even severe injuries could heal themselves!
Would that make him immortal?
Incredible!
Just as he was getting excited, Gu Hao burst in, breathless, sat on the bed, gulped down water, wiped his mouth, and fired off words at lightning speed.
“Damn! Xiaofan, you won’t believe it, there’s a brand-new M5 parked downstairs! Damn! Brand-new! I have no idea whose it is—I’m so jealous I could die.”
Yang Xiaofan touched his nose.
“Cough, cough… I might be the bastard you’re talking about!”
Gu Hao paused, his expression turning anxious.
“Old Yang, your illness… it’s gotten worse again!”
Seeing him about to call a doctor, Yang Xiaofan quickly waved his hand.
“No… it’s not mine. I was just joking with you!”
Gu Hao relaxed.
“Good, your mind is much better now. I bought you some walnuts—don’t forget to eat them later.”
“Okay!”
Yang Xiaofan nodded. Gu Hao continued,
“By the way, our class is having a gathering tonight. The class leader and others will be there. You should go.”
“You’re not going?”
Yang Xiaofan was surprised.
Gu Hao replied, annoyed,
“No way. You know how it is—Wang Ze’s dad just bought him a BMW 525. He’s showing off like crazy. I’m not going to go and feed their egos.”