Chapter 18: A Master With a Conscience!

Avalon…

The name comes from the Arthurian legend.

Because it carries the meaning of a “paradise,” Su Ze borrowed it for his own use.

At this moment.

Su Ze propped his chin with one hand as he casually browsed luxury mansion samples online.

Designing Avalon’s interior purely through imagination was possible, yet it would take a lot of mental effort.

So it was less taxing to reference real-world examples…

“What a massive project.”

This job really cost time and energy.

Just think, some people spend ages decorating a 100-square-meter apartment.

Su Ze faced hundreds of times that workload, so it was naturally exhausting.

If he felt lazy, he could apply an existing template and finish the build relatively quickly.

Yet that would lower the quality of life.

Su Ze had no intention of wasting Avalon’s inner space…

Fortunately.

He did not need to finish Avalon’s interior in one go.

He could build it bit by bit and save the progress.

If he disliked something, he could still revise it.

In theory, he had plenty of time to polish the space slowly.

After all, even if doomsday truly arrived, it would not stop him from refining this personal safe house.

The only thing he had to watch out for was…

He had only one chance to press the “confirm creation” button.

Once Avalon’s layout was finalized, no further changes were possible.

Everything inside would operate under the rules Su Ze had set in advance, provided those rules contained no contradictions.

“Bzzz!”

The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated.

Su Ze picked it up for a quick glance.

It was a message from Chen Keqing asking whether he liked sweets, probably about the gift she mentioned last night.

Su Ze: Sweets? I don’t mind them.

He sent the brief reply, and Chen Keqing answered seconds later.

Chen Keqing: Great! I’ll bring your gift when I pass the convenience store tonight.

Su Ze: I don’t have class scheduled tonight…

Chen Keqing: Huh?

Su Ze: Mm… how about this, let me know when you’re on the way and I’ll come pick it up.

They set up the meeting for the evening.

The appointment was a spur-of-the-moment decision…

After all, Su Ze realized he would eventually have to bag Chen Keqing when doomsday came.

In that case, he might as well treat her a little better.

He could ask what kind of room she liked.

Then he would carve out a small area in Avalon and save it for her…

Tsk…

He really was a master with a heart of gold.

The room went quiet.

“Knock knock!”

Someone knocked on the dorm-room door.

Su Ze and his roommates all looked over.

They opened the door to find the student council conducting a routine inspection.

Leading the group was a girl, the class president of Su Ze’s class.

With one of their own present, the inspection was purely perfunctory.

Even so, the female class president lingered for a moment after the inspection ended…

“Your room is joining this week’s activity, right?”

With one hand on her hip, the class president asked Prince Xin, who was leaning on the doorframe.

Their four-man dorm had one bed occupied by a student from another class; since Sun Bin was absent, Prince Xin answered on behalf of the remaining three.

“Of course, I told you on QQ yesterday, didn’t I?”

The class president uttered an “oh” and pretended she had just remembered.

Then she casually walked over to Su Ze’s seat and struck up a conversation.

“Su Ze, you won’t skip it, will you?”

“Me?” Su Ze found the repeated confirmation odd, but he nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go. Why? Do I need to pay the activity fee now?”

“Fees will be collected tonight.” The class president grinned at Su Ze… honestly, the smile was rather lecherous… lightly tapping his shoulder as she added, “Don’t bail on us. You’re the pretty face of our class; those accounting girls at the mixer will love that cute mug of yours.”

Speechless, Su Ze suddenly pictured the director whistling at Stephen Chow’s backside.

To be honest, he suspected the class president might have ulterior motives, so he tried eavesdropping on her thoughts.

『I even wore black stockings for him, and he won’t so much as glance down? Damn man, is he really gay…?』

It seemed Su Ze had overthought things.

The class president simply drooled over his alluring looks…

Understandable.

He could hardly help being devastatingly handsome.

Besides, in his classmates’ eyes he was probably a chaste man.

After all, he rarely appeared with a girlfriend.

Reality was different: he had plenty of female confidantes, and although he openly fooled around, his reputation remained good.

There were two reasons for that favorable reputation…

First, he was generous with money; second, he kept his mouth shut.

Add his looks to the mix, and success was nearly guaranteed.

“Bro Ze, is that chick into you or what?”

As soon as the class president left, Prince Xin leaned over, bumping shoulders with Su Ze and giving him a knowing look.

Yet Su Ze had no desire to get the hint.

Especially since the class president barely rated a 6 out of 10, he really didn’t want to understand.

“Listen, I heard the accounting class we’re teaming up with has several real lookers…” Prince Xin pulled out his phone.

Su Ze shot a curious glance at the photos… who knew where Prince Xin had gotten them.

Honestly, the pictures alone didn’t say much.

They were heavily edited after all.

Even with filters, these girls couldn’t hold a candle to Chen Keqing; they weren’t in the same league.

“I also heard a super-pretty senior is coming, but I don’t have her photo.”

The excitable youth Prince Xin continued to share his insider gossip.

With Prince Xin talking like King Qin Wu, Su Ze’s curiosity was piqued.

After all, his doomsday plan required at least two residents in the safe house…

So far he had only counted Chen Keqing.

If he could find another suitable candidate, he wouldn’t mind meeting her.

“Hey, Su Ze.”

Suddenly the class president returned and knocked again.

Not a word was spoken.

Half an hour later.

Su Ze accompanied the class president to the school gate.

He had been conscripted…

The mixer needed supplies for the field cookout that afternoon.

Normally, Su Ze would never do such grunt work.

Yet Prince Xin’s intel made him change his mind on the spot.

He not only accompanied the class president but also met the representatives from the other class.

Thoughtfully, he even saved everyone taxi fare.

He drove over in his own Panamera.

When the 2-million-plus car rolled into view under Su Ze’s control, words became mere adornments.

Even a simple line like…

“Get in.” still let him show off as naturally as breathing.