If the internet world has an independent spacetime, then at this moment, the Fuhua University campus BBS forum was undoubtedly the hottest singularity in that spacetime.
In the short ten minutes it took Lu Zhe to lock his car door and walk towards the School of Economics registration desk, a post spread virally, dominating the headlines of every board.
**[Subject: [STICKY] [HOT] Holy Crap! Unprecedented! Aston Martin DB11 Appears on Campus, Owner Suspected to Be a New Student!]**
The main body of the post contained a set of high-definition photos taken from various angles.
The Starry Night Purple body shimmered under the sunlight, its elegant yet powerful lines, along with the highly recognizable winged emblem, assaulted the eyes of every student who clicked on the thread.
One of the photos happened to capture Lu Zhe's profile as he handed out his admission notice while the car window was down; although slightly blurry, his distinct outline and cool demeanor were enough to ignite a new round of discussion.
[Floor 1]: Claiming the front row! I was there! The owner himself is devastatingly handsome! His aura is just a bit cold, feels unapproachable.
[Floor 2]: Lu Zhe from the Economics Department? Can someone from our school confirm? Who exactly is this deity?
[Floor 3]: The DB11 V8 version starts at over 2.2 million for the base model, right? With options and taxes, it must be close to three million on the road.
The key is that Green A license plate, and it's not even a green plate for new energy vehicles...
Can the local big shots in Shanghai tell us how much that plate is worth now?
[Floor 4]: Replying to Floor 3: Don't ask. Asking just exposes how poor we are.
[Floor 5]: I'm jealous, I really am.
My dad drove his Passat to drop me off, and I thought that was pretty respectable.
Now, I feel like a joke.
[Floor 6]: So, is this the gap we were born with? He drives an aston martin to experience life, and we are here to change our destiny.
[Floor 7]: Don't be so pessimistic, upstairs.
Maybe he earned the money by starting his own business? (Manual dog head emoji)
[Floor 8]: Don't be ridiculous.
Judging by his age, he's a freshman.
Can someone his age earn millions on his own? I don't believe it.
Definitely a top-tier rich second generation! Confirmed!
[Floor 188]: So, who exactly is this legendary "Sports Car Tycoon"?
Has anyone dug up more information! Dorm room number! Contact info! Begging for details!
The post's popularity continued to climb at a terrifying speed; refreshing the page would yield dozens of new replies.
Photos and videos were quickly forwarded to various freshman groups, club groups, and even Moments feeds.
The keywords "Sports Car Tycoon," "Aston Martin Junior," and "Lu Zhe" completely dominated the social circles of Fuhua University freshmen within just half an hour.
However, Lu Zhe, the protagonist of this online frenzy, remained oblivious.
He was currently standing in line quietly in front of the Economics Department orientation booth.
The environment here was starkly different from the world represented by the DB11.
The air was muggy, filled with the smell of sweat.
The temporary awnings were packed with anxious freshmen and parents wiping away sweat.
The upperclassmen responsible for reception were desperately trying to maintain order, their megaphones emitting noisy static.
Lu Zhe pulled his slightly worn suitcase, wearing a black backpack, and stood in the line, appearing utterly ordinary, like a drop of water merging into a river.
The pure white T-shirt he wore was slightly damp with sweat on the back from the walk, clinging to his skin and outlining his firm, smooth muscle contours.
He waited patiently, his gaze calmly sweeping over the young, energetic faces around him, listening to them excitedly discuss the start of university life in various dialects.
This noisy, common atmosphere of everyday life brought him a strange sense of relaxation.
"Next student."
Finally, it was his turn.
He walked up to the table and handed over his admission notice and ID card.
The registrar was an upperclasswoman wearing black-rimmed glasses.
Without looking up, she took the documents, checked off a box on a form, and said formulaically, "Welcome to the Economics Department.
Your dorm is Room 312 in Building 3.
Here are your campus card, dorm key, and a freshman handbook, which contains the map and military training..."
She stopped mid-sentence.
Because she saw the name on the admission notice that was currently flooding the forum—Lu Zhe.
The upperclasswoman suddenly looked up, her gaze meeting Lu Zhe's calm, placid eyes.
She opened her mouth, seemingly intending to say something, but seeing his excessively handsome yet expressionless face, she swallowed her words.
So... it was him.
The upperclasswoman's cheeks felt inexplicably hot.
She quickly finished the remaining procedures, handed the items back to Lu Zhe, and her voice unconsciously softened: "All set, Lu Zhe.
The dorm building is outside, turn left, and follow the tree-lined path until you reach it."
"Thank you."
Lu Zhe took the items, nodded politely, and offered no further words.
He turned, pulled his suitcase, and walked in the direction the upperclasswoman had indicated.
From beginning to end, his face showed no trace of smugness from being recognized or impatience from being observed.
He arrived just as calmly as he left, as if the person the entire university was going crazy over had nothing to do with him.
The upperclasswoman watched his tall and slightly solitary figure until he disappeared at the end of the tree-lined path, then let out a long breath, realizing her heart was still racing.
She picked up her phone and sent a message to the freshman group.
"I can personally confirm: Lu Zhe is a hundred times handsomer than the photos! His aura is incredible!"
The group chat erupted once again.
At the same time, in Dormitory Building 3, Room 312.
A slightly chubby, cheerful-looking boy was sitting cross-legged on a chair, clutching a laptop, his face flushed with excitement.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Yufei, Mingxuan, come look! Economics Department got a super rich tycoon this year!"
His name was Wang Hao, the first to arrive at the dorm, and a genuine social butterfly and gossip expert.
By the window, a quiet, studious boy wearing glasses merely responded with a faint "Oh," and continued organizing his bookshelf.
His name was Liu Yufei, a top scorer who had tested out of a remote small town.
Meanwhile, on another bed, a boy dressed in trendy brands who was fiddling with the latest smartphone lazily lifted his eyelids: "What super rich tycoon? Is he richer than me?"
His name was Zhao Mingxuan, a local Shanghainese and a genuine rich second generation.
"That's hard to say!" Wang Hao turned his computer screen toward him.
"See for yourself! An aston martin DB11! A freshman driving that thing to registration!
The forum has exploded; they're calling him the 'Sports Car Tycoon'!"
Zhao Mingxuan leaned over for a look, and his expression subtly shifted: "DB11? And Starry Night Purple... He has some taste.
Who is this guy?"
"His name is Lu Zhe! The post says he's from our Economics Department!" Wang Hao excitedly rubbed his hands.
"Do you think he might be the last person who hasn't arrived at our dorm yet?"
"No way," Zhao Mingxuan scoffed.
"People who can afford that kind of car don't live in the dorms.
He probably applied for off-campus housing ages ago."
Liu Yufei also stopped what he was doing, adjusted his glasses, and said quietly, "Our dorm is a quad.
The last name on the roster... seems to be Lu Zhe."
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Click."
The sound of the lock turning rang out clearly.
Inside the dorm, the three boys fell silent simultaneously, their eyes fixed on the door that was about to open.