Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!-Chapter 96 - 87: Pure Desire Style

Chapter 96 -87: Pure Desire Style

Chen Jieyu came from a place that was both small and poor.

The first time she arrived in Hang City, she swore she would stay here and break free from her complicated and painful original family.

Everything about her was indeed carefully crafted by herself, whether it was her exquisite attire or that petty bourgeois lifestyle. The visible composure was nothing more than a disguise for the sensitivity and inferiority deep inside her heart. It was also a cover for her ambition and urgency to blend into the big city and escape her past social class.

The freshman before her, though, was completely different.

He was really good at putting on a show, and he did it quite blatantly.

Don’t bother persuading me, teacher. My main selling point is being impervious to persuasion, and in my spare time, I still manage to act pretentious.

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What are the hidden benefits of being a class committee? It’s just some honor and a little… cash?

Can you see it? I really do have some filthy money!

College is actually just a microcosm of society. Some people just bury their heads in their books, while others just let themselves go, fixated on fun and self-indulgence.

Some people have truly understood how to use the collegiate network and the plethora of resources to realize their dreams and aspirations.

Internet entrepreneurship is important, not just to Technology University, but to the entirety of Zhejiang Province.

And don’t forget, some internet giant companies are right here in Hang City.

In fact, many of the entrepreneurial projects for college students were initially guided by instructors like counselors.

Among school staff, counselors really don’t hold high positions.

But for many students, counselors are indeed an important initial connection.

But are you talking to me about future opportunities in online business?

The future? What future? Sorry, but I already struck gold during the summer break.

You’re playing right into my hands by bringing this up.

Not bad, Mr. Chen, you seem to have a bit of Dong Dong’s potential!

Under the dim glow of the street lights, Chen Jieyu, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked up slightly at Cheng Zhu.

“Having a wealthy family background does indeed give you a different starting line compared to other students,” she said.

“If that’s the case, I won’t try to persuade you further. I hope you can manage your time well in the future and remember your primary duty as a student. Try to cooperate with the class committee’s work on a day-to-day basis.”

Cheng Zhu looked at her face and thought, “How did we get on the topic of having a good family background and winning at the starting line?”

But thinking about it, that does make sense as most people think this way, especially since he’s just a freshman. Nowadays, there aren’t that many who start from scratch.

He had won money from the World Cup finals, which allowed him to be more at ease.

How many noble sons of the poor were there, really?

But then again, when you talk about cooperating with the class committee, it depends on what kind of class committee member and how that person works.

If you’re going to be overbearing, then don’t blame me for turning a cold shoulder.

Cheng Zhu nodded slightly, then somewhat unexpectedly said, “Mr. Chen, actually, Liu Feng from dorm 309 would be a good choice for the class committee.”

“Hmm?” Chen Jieyu pursed her lips and furrowed her brows slightly.

I came to you offering a chance to compete for a position, you refused, and now you’re recommending someone else?

Should I give you a form to fill out a list of candidates?

Forget it—Chen Jieyu somewhat sensed that this freshman would really dare to fill it out.

Cheng Zhu pointed toward the male dormitory building and said, “Then Mr. Chen, shall I head upstairs?”

“When my off-campus store opens, I’ll invite you to visit,” he said casually.

Chen Jieyu, who carried a bit of a serious air, nodded her head, finding it a bit hard to continue the conversation with this student.

On her way from the male dormitory, she started to recall her impression of Liu Feng.

Honestly, she had almost… no impression.

Liu Feng faded into the background among the students in Computer Science Class 2.

Not like Cheng Zhu—it wasn’t even a question of being noticeable.

The only significant memory the counselor had about Liu Feng was when Li Xianqiang, during military training, insisted on having Cheng Zhu go to the supermarket to carry water as grunt work. It ended up being Liu Feng who saw her coming to investigate, stood up to defuse the situation, and offered to carry water claiming he planned to buy some things at the supermarket anyway.

Chen Jieyu had no further impression beyond that.

She just knew they were dorm mates in room 309.

“I’m actually seriously considering this?” Chen Jieyu frowned again and shook her head slightly.

Why am I even thinking about this?

Is it because in my heart, I don’t see Li Xianqiang as a good candidate for the class president?

There was this girl named Chen Tingting whom she wanted to be the League Secretary.

Putting her in Computer Science Class 2, she could be called the class belle, though chosen from among 11 girls…

And she had shown interest by previously running for the temporary leader during military training.

Moreover, when tasks are led by girls, especially pretty ones, boys tend to be more cooperative.

All the more in the Information College, famously known for the scarcity of females amidst a surplus of males.

As for Liu Feng, since Cheng Zhu recommended him, he would certainly cooperate with him in the future. From Liu Feng’s proactive water-carrying, you could infer something about him indirectly as well.

Of course, if you wanted to interpret it strictly as brotherly loyalty among men, you could do that too.

“I keep thinking about Cheng Zhu? He really stands out in the class, but he’s just a student.”

But for a counselor, saving effort is important too, hoping to avoid unnecessary trouble and not getting bothered by every little student issue—those can be really annoying.

In the night of the campus, this famous and beautiful counselor from the Information College walked away into the distance.

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In dorm 309, Cheng Zhu took out the fruit he had bought from the fruit store from his suitcase.

“Everyone, feel free to eat. Just help yourselves,” he said as he placed it on the table.

“Wow, even cherries? You’re something, Cheng,” Dong Dong immediately helped himself without washing them.

The three rascals in the dorm, drawn like dogs to a scent, gathered around and asked, “What did the hot counselor want with you?”

“Oh, she wanted me to be the class president,” Cheng Zhu shamelessly replied.

She must’ve meant the opposite! Ah, women!

“Ah? Then you should take it! I’ve been annoyed with that Li Xianqiang for a long time, such a poser, always acting up!” Dong Dong immediately voiced his support: “I get 6,000 a month for living expenses, and I’m not as showy as him!”

Liu Feng and Zheng Qingfeng nodded in unison. Everyone in dorm 309 stood as one—they all thought Li Xianqiang was an idiot, always barking like a dog.

Cheng Zhu waved his hands and said, “Where do I have the time to be class president? I’m swamped to death. I’d rather spend the time benefiting the female college students in our school.”

Before Dong Dong could rib him for it, Cheng Zhu quickly changed the topic to Liu Feng, “But I recommended you to her.”

“Ah? Me?” Liu Feng pointed to himself, looking utterly bewildered and his face even began to show signs of panic.

“Weren’t you the one who said you had some ideas when you ran for the military training leader?” Cheng Zhu raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, no, I…”

“You do!”

“No, actually…”

“Yes, you do!”

Seeing his unassertive demeanor, Cheng Zhu grinned, nudged him with his shoulder, and said, “Class President Liu Feng.”

Dong Dong caught on fast, immediately mocking him in a mischievous tone, “Class President Liu Feng.”

Zheng Qingfeng, cool as ever, chimed in, “President.”

In the chanting of the word “President,” Liu Feng actually started feeling a bit smug; the tension on his face couldn’t hold back a rising smile.

“You’re such a sleazy smiler!” Dong Dong couldn’t stand it immediately.

To Cheng Zhu, Liu Feng was someone who could handle matters, sometimes quite flexibly and with good comprehension.

He was only average in overall terms, lacked self-confidence, and needed to be put through the paces.

This kind of person could use a push—be kicked into the fray to scratch and scramble on their own.

Chen Jieyu seemed interested in preliminarily appointing a temporary class committee.

After a while, when everyone got to know each other better, official elections would take place.

He wasn’t sure if his off-the-cuff remark would be of any use.

But talk isn’t costly; who cares?

He was not going to be like Zheng Qingfeng, who acted as if he would be charged for speaking.

After a while, Dong Dong finally realized and exclaimed loudly, “Ah! Cheng! Why did you only recommend Liu Feng for the committee to Mr. Chen? You don’t think I’m fit?”

Cheng Zhu really wanted to joke with him about an old keysmith’s pun, asking how many keys does he “fit”!

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The night deepened, and Cheng Zhu lay in his dorm bed, continuing to Photoshop pictures for the sellers while his roommates were none the wiser.

After a while, he received a colorless draft from Hu Yan.

“Tsk, not bad at all.” Cheng Zhu heaped praise upon her: “You’ve captured the essence of purity.”

“The next few models, do them this way,” he instructed.

“Got it, boss!” Hu Yan was quite enthused.

For her, the chance to draw a variety of sensual images, trying out new styles each time, made her job quite immersive!

She felt that she was profiting both materially and spiritually from her patron Daddy and was polishing her skills while satisfying numerous saucy desires.

“Ah, so satisfying working for him!”

Hu Yan felt utterly corrupted, inside and out, fearing she might scare off future boyfriends.

But no matter, where else could one find a job that fulfills both material and spiritual needs?

As an artist, she knew that finding resonance with a patron Daddy was extremely rare.

Ironically, despite having depraved and sultry deep dialogues many times, she didn’t even know her patron’s full name. She quietly changed Cheng Zhu’s WeChat note to “Soulmate.”

But to maintain a semblance of decorum and allegiance to money, she followed up the English word with “Boss,” reducing any ambiguity.

Well, it could also be considered a saucy mate.

Since Hu Yan was known as this on Weibo, and her WeChat handle was a series of unfathomable letters and numbers like an adult movie license plate, Cheng Zhu’s note for her was much simpler: Doujinshi Artist.

Time flew by, moving three days ahead.

He had already finished Photoshopping all the seller’s showcase images, and Hu Yan had drawn out all the main images.

With two days left before the planned launch date, Cheng Zhu wasn’t in a hurry.

He had said before, he didn’t want to simply popularize product terms like “step-mom skirt” this time.

He wanted to trigger a new trend.

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Obviously, what he was about to introduce was none other than the infamous— “Pure Desire Style”!

For this new batch, he would insert the term in every single item, ensuring the seller’s showcase, main image, and comics would all prominently feature these three words.

The popularity of this style online went without saying.

Because these three words in themselves were quite interesting.

“Purity” and “desire” carried a built-in contrast, yet somehow they could blend together.

He wanted this style to break away from the niches and gain widespread popularity, making these three words go viral online!

Making money from e-commerce was minor—the profit was only a small aspect. More importantly, it was advantageous for his later plans.

“Let me introduce myself, my name is Cheng Zhu, or you can call me… the Grandmaster of Pure Desire Style!”