Bitcoin Billionaire: I Regressed to Invest in the First Bitcoin!-Chapter 33: College Girls

Darren stepped out of the bursar's office, his mind still circling the details of the college's management.

Owning the very university he had studied in... now that was an interesting thought.

It was ambitious, bold, and — if he played his cards right — entirely possible. But this wasn't a simple real estate purchase.

A university wasn't just about money; it was about structure, influence, and control. If he wanted to purchase an institution like Brookford College, he would need:

A substantial investment, possibly requiring a few more Bitcoin withdrawals to generate enough liquid cash.

A board of trusted executives — people with experience running institutions, preferably those who could be bought or persuaded to align with him.

A legal team, especially an ironclad corporate lawyer to handle negotiations, bylaws, and contracts.

An assistant, someone sharp, quick, and reliable to help manage the overwhelming logistics.

Connections within the education sector, because influence mattered as much as ownership.

A vision. This was important, because if he took over this school, he would need plans. No one respected a clueless leader.

Darren exhaled slowly, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Okay. He could wait.

There was so much to do now and purchasing an entire school would take too much of his focus.

But the system was right: he needed to keep a close eye. Buying a university wasn't all that was at stake here.

This was a chance to step into a position of power, and the best way to do that was knowing everything before making a move.

That was business.

It was a juicy prospect, and that was why it was still turning the idea over in his head when—

"Hey misterrr!"

A chorus of female voices rang out, followed by the clicking of heels and sneakers against the pavement.

The next thing he knew, he was surrounded by the same group of girls who had waved at him earlier.

There were three of them, all dressed in stylish college attire; tight skirts, cropped sweaters, fitted jeans. The kind of outfits designed to accentuate curves and boy were there a lot of curves to accentuate.

Their makeup was just subtle enough to look natural, but the effort was there.

And the way they moved? Intentional.

One girl twirled a strand of her honey-blonde hair around her finger.

Another tilted her head just so, biting her lip as she smiled.

The third let out a breathy laugh, her eyes practically drinking him in.

"Mister Blue Eyes," one of them drawled, stepping forward slightly. "I heard a gossip that you schooled in this campus, huh?"

"Is that true?"

"If it is. You should have given us a warning," another chimed in. "We would've dressed up even better."

Darren smirked slightly, keeping his expression cool. "You look fine to me."

Big mistake.

The girls giggled, clearly encouraged. One of them lightly touched his arm, the other playfully swatted his shoulder.

"Can you tell us your name so we can remember you," one purred. "You're so... composed. How did I miss you when you were here? I've always wanted a senior as a boyfriend."

"Seniors become hotter once they graduate, don't you agree?" another added, her eyes trailing down his frame. "Mature. Refined."

Darren stayed relaxed, but internally, he was starting to feel a bit... bombarded.

He was starting to get used to attention, sure. He didn't mind the glances. But this? This was starting to feel like a coordinated attack.

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One girl leaned in closer. "So, what brings you back? Business? Or were you... missing us?"

Before he could answer—

"Girls."

A firm, unimpressed voice spoke from behind him.

Everyone fell silent.

Darren turned and found himself facing Alison again, her arms crossed, brows creased to a stern expression.

"You're not harassing a school guest, are you?" she asked, her voice carrying a note of warning. "Run along to your next courses now. Leave the man alone."

The girls let out a collective huff, their playful demeanor slipping for a moment.

One of them muttered, "Buzzkill."

Another rolled her eyes. "Fine. But only because our class is starting."

But as they turned to leave, they flashed Darren one last smile, walking away with an exaggerated sway to their hips, just slow enough for him to notice.

Darren sighed. 'College girls.'

He turned to Alison who was still folding her arms, looking straight into his eyes like she was trying to figure him out.

She shrugged with a single shoulder. "Seems you're hot stuff now, Darren."

Darren didn't reply to that. He simply glanced around.

"This is the business department," he noted. "Did you come here looking for me?"

That caught her off guard.

For a brief second, Alison felt something weirdly self-conscious settle in her chest.

She was feeling nervous.

Which was, of course, ridiculous. This was Darren Steele she was talking about here.

Why was she so nervous?

She found her voice. "I'm done teaching for the day," she said, shifting slightly. "So I wanted to find you. It's not often I see a... friendly face from the past around here."

' Oh.'Darren looked down at her with a questioning gaze.

"Alison," he said gently. "You and I weren't friendly back then."

Her lips pressed together.

"At least," Darren added, "you weren't."

A flicker of shame passed over her face before she exhaled nervously through her nose. "I just meant a familiar face," she muttered.

And then, in an attempt to change the subject, she glanced up at the sky.

"And speaking of hot," she said quickly, "the sun is really out today, don't you think?"

Darren followed her gaze. The sky was clear, the sun high and bright, casting a sharp warmth over the campus.

"It is quite hot," he admitted. "But I'm sure a cold shower will fix me right up, though."

Alison brought her face down and rested her eyes on his chest. And for a moment, she pictured it;

Darren, standing under cold water, steam rising, droplets running down his toned shoulders, his chest, his abs, ever—

She shook the thought away immediately.

'What are you thinking, Alison?'

She cleared her throat, lifted her gaze at him and spoke before she could think too much about it.

"How about you forget about the shower," she suggested, "and get ice cream with me instead?"

Darren raised a brow. "Ice cream?"

"It'll cool us both down."

Darren considered it for a moment, and as he did, the system chimed in with some info.

Ding!

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He looked down at Alison, her face casual, but her body language... subtly expectant.

Is she really? He thought.

After a moment, he decided that there was no reason against it. "Alright. Let's go."

Alison smiled. "Great. Let me grab my stuff, and we can head out."

Darren followed her with his eyes as she entered the doors of the Art department a distance away.

'Gosh. Alison sure stayed in shape, didn't she?'