[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp":3,"chapter-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-40":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Get Stronger Every Payday—With One Billion Employees!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264253,4419,"Chapter 40: Bad Girl (3k Request for Follow)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-40",40,"\u003Cp>KTVs around the university mostly cater to budget customers, and since Xucheng College borders a village, the quality of the KTVs at its entrance is obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chen Yansen pushed open the door to the private room, a 50-inch screen came into view; the microphone was wired, its long cord coiled across the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe gripped the microphone and sang Jay Chou’s “Ice Rain” with deep emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This kid’s hopeless—singing ‘Ice Rain’ won’t help you flirt with girls.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen silently shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 2010; girls were obsessed with Li Yuchun, Jay Chou, Liang Jingru, and BY2; even the bare minimum was singing songs by QQ’s three giants—singing “Ice Rain” made girls feel like they were singing with their elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge, you finally showed up! What song do you want? I’ll pick it for you.” Meng Xibo jumped to his feet with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen classmate, you’re here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others also warmly greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I had something this afternoon—made you wait. Keep singing, I’ll just sit down and have a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved his hand, offering an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat at the edge of the sofa, several meters away from the girls, clearly uninterested in them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up with Song Yuncheng, call after call came in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped out to answer a few, then grew tired of the hassle and replied via text: “Meet me at 9 a.m. tomorrow, second floor of the Innovation Park.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who do you like to sing? I’ll sing with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Su Meiling quietly sat beside Chen Yansen, speaking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today she’d worn a lace short skirt, revealing long, straight legs; her top was a white chiffon blouse, hinting at her curves—this pure-yet-sexy style easily made young boys lose their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at her casually and shook his head lightly: “You guys play, don’t mind me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Su Meiling wasn’t beautiful—back in his past life, he’d dated several girls like her, gentle and sweet, but within weeks, they all wanted to marry him and have kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isn’t just dating enough?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fundamentally disliked this type of girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, Sen-ge, you’re here now—sitting around all the time is boring. What song do you want? I’ll pick it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing the chorus, Tang Zhenzhe put down the mic and grinned, urging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by his expression, he thought his performance had gone well—especially impressing Su Meiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo, and Wang Zhengqiang joined in, egging him on; in their eyes, Chen Yansen hadn’t even touched the mic since arriving, so they assumed he was tone-deaf and were just eager to see him embarrass himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t malice—mainly because Chen Yansen seemed too outstanding, and they wanted to see him stumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Song Yang stayed silent, staring at his phone—the screen was packed with text; he was reading a novel!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then… let’s pick ‘Bad Girl.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen looked at Su Meiling and smiled slightly, saying it deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The implication: I don’t like good girls—I like bad girls!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad Girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Liang’s song?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, admitting you liked QQ’s three giants was deeply embarrassing—nobody wanted to be labeled non-mainstream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words, however, lit up another girl’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been looking down at her phone, but now sat up straight, gazing intently at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar intro began to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took the mic, pulled over a chair, sat in front of the screen, leaving everyone a tall silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Rolex gleamed under the lights; his white shirt and black casual pants looked utterly out of place with this song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Back then I let go of your hand, turned away, leaving only ‘take care.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t say a word, yet cried for a long, long time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Chen Yansen sang, everyone froze; those who’d assumed he was tone-deaf awkwardly glanced at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was deep, rich with texture, even surpassing the original—his delivery was confident, carefree, turning “Bad Girl” into the voice of a bad boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a duet; after finishing the male part, Chen Yansen planned to continue with the female chorus—but suddenly, a sweet, sultry female voice came from behind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In whose arms do you feel love? In the deep night, I miss you. I changed just for you, yet can’t return to the past…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned around and saw a girl in a denim jacket, winking playfully at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In looks, she was no less beautiful than Su Meiling—one lively and straightforward, the other gentle and sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah, this was exactly the kind of girl Zhang Zong liked—playful, unattached, no drama when it ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly and waved her over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instantly understood, grabbed the mic, bounced over, and in three steps stood before him, her soft little hand resting in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sight left everyone stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were natural, utterly unselfconscious, holding hands and singing the entire song through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you a bad girl?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled the mic away, leaned close to her ear, exhaled warm breath, and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under her denim jacket she wore a white tank top; close as they were, the neckline revealed a clear, squashed silhouette of white flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing he still held her hand, she giggled, and while no one was looking, slipped a hand over his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Chen Yansen was tall, handsome, and rich—of course girls were drawn to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Meiling stared at them, teeth clenched tight—her carefully organized social event had just served someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa! Sen-ge, you looked so cool singing!” Song Yang was the first to snap out of it, full of envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others recovered and began applauding and praising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, they sang well—perfectly in sync.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled and returned to his seat; the girl in the denim jacket followed, leaning close: “I’m Xu Xingxing—Xu as in ‘speech,’ Xingxing as in ‘little star.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not small. Pretty good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised his glass, clinked it lightly with hers, and murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know if I’m a bad girl, but you’re definitely a bad boy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing followed his gaze and realized she might be flashing—she quickly pulled her jacket down and whispered back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why sit over here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took a sip of wine and teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re too boring!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing pointed at Tang Zhenzhe and the others, sneering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at Su Meiling and replied coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Chen Yansen’s college personality had been just like Tang Zhenzhe’s group—labeled “boring” by girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they drank, rolled dice, and chatted, laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing was attractive and well-built; before Chen Yansen arrived, Meng Xibo and Zhu Xiaopeng had both tried flirting—but she’d acted disinterested, claiming she was socially anxious, scaring them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they understood: she wasn’t socially anxious—she was just socially anxious around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They finished singing at 6 p.m. and headed to a restaurant for dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During dinner, aside from Su Meiling speaking less, everyone else remained lively, chatting about university life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Tang Zhenzhe grinned: “Sen-ge, if you chase Xu Xingxing now, you’ll land her in two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I chase her?” Chen Yansen replied, baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… she clearly likes you—just chase her and you’re done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe froze, stammered, then sighed in exasperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If she likes me, let her chase me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly—it wasn’t a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit! No wonder you’re Sen-ge—I had a small mindset!” Tang Zhenzhe slapped his forehead and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey? Sen-ge, why didn’t you drive today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng noticed he was walking back with everyone else and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I returned the car to the rental company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen answered honestly, without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? That Benz was really rented?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng was stunned; for some reason, Chen Yansen’s pressure on him dropped by 99%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Idiot! The car might be fake, but his ability to earn money isn’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng’s expression was too obvious—not just Chen Yansen, even Song Yang noticed; Song Yang silently cursed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, it costs hundreds a day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen played the poor card—he didn’t care what others thought; to him, a Benz E300 costing 800 yuan a day had solved many problems and opened many doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world works this way: you’re judged by your clothes first, then by your person. Drive a Maybach or a McLaren, and beautiful girls come to you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the dorm, they kept chatting excitedly about pretty girls in their class, wise juniors, and didn’t realize it was nearly 8 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! I haven’t showered yet! Only ten minutes left till eight—the showers close!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhengqiang suddenly roared, startling everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they recovered, the others immediately began gathering their toiletries; if they waited another moment, they’d have to wash with cold water—even in summer, that was no fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot to tell you—I rented an apartment in the faculty housing behind campus. From now on, I won’t be sleeping in the dorm. If the advisor asks, just tell them the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood up to take his leave, and as he left, he gave Tang Zhenzhe a word of notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, you’re moving out already in your first year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe paused, basin in hand, and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll still be back during the day—just not sleeping in the dorm at night. I’m off now. Hurry up, I heard the bathhouse attendant turns off the card reader five minutes early every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen warned them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! Only nine minutes left!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bo Bo, wait up for me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Qiang, you forgot your shampoo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a flurry of chaos, the dorm room was left with only Chen Yansen. He smiled lightly and strolled slowly toward Room 0418.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will she come?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped onto the fourth floor, his gaze settling on the door of Room 0418.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>6,000 characters delivered—please follow and support!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1645,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d7e1f7035908e078eb1e7180aa370c379b04bd615b4696328ec119d3a4a8cb74","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-41","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-39",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]