The white panda fur was packed in a small glass bottle, looking rather adorable.
“One yuan—I don’t think you’d bother cheating me over that. But I’d still like to open it and take a look, if that’s alright?”
Qin Jiawei smiled, his voice deep and magnetic. No wonder so many girls liked him.
“Go ahead!”
Zhang Fan glanced at him, then looked away.
Look too long, and you’d start craving things, start daydreaming. She didn’t want to add unnecessary trouble to herself.
Her fingers kept scrolling through her phone, hoping the System would give her something practical—like a villa, or a luxury car.
That way, after graduation, she’d have a place to live.
Hah, wasn’t that too greedy?
And if it really did give her those things, it would actually be a hassle. How would she explain where they came from?
[Ding! Reward: A tuft of panda Fubao’s fur! Stored in Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A tuft of panda Feiyun’s fur! Stored in Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A tuft of panda Huahua’s fur! Stored in Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A tuft of panda Qizai’s fur! Stored in Item Warehouse!]
…
She’d accidentally poked a panda nest—the storage space was now full of panda fur.
Just as she was scrolling, a payment notification popped up on her phone: one yuan received!
“I’ve checked it—it’s definitely panda fur. May I ask, if it’s not too forward, how did you get this fur?”
Qin Jiawei walked around the stall and crouched down in front of Zhang Fan, his eyes clear and bright.
A flawless face suddenly appeared right in front of her, making Zhang Fan’s eyes widen as she leaned back.
“I bought it online too, just repackaged it for sale. I don’t know the exact source, but it’s definitely not a scam.”
“I see!”
Qin Jiawei nodded: “Do you have more? I’d like a bit more fur—I want to make a Meng Lan plushie!”
A grown man making plushies?
Zhang Fan blinked in confusion: “I do have more, but only from other pandas.”
She bent down, pretending to pull from the woven bag, but actually moved the fur out from her storage space.
“Do you want these?”
A pile of seemingly identical fur tufts, packed in bottles, with no real difference between them.
“Wow, you even have Qizai’s fur?”
Qin Jiawei took the bottles one by one with delight, like a collector showing off treasures.
“This one’s Feiyun’s, right? Its fur is like ‘golden velvet’—super smooth. And this one should be Huahua’s—its fur is short, and it’s ‘fleece velvet’!”
This man was beaming like a child.
“You like pandas?”
“Yeah, when I was little, I even took a photo with a panda.”
That kind of photo wouldn’t be taken through glass—it would be sitting next to a panda, or even holding one.
To have that kind of financial means as a child, it was safe to say Qin Jiawei’s family was fairly well-off.
Zhang Fan smiled and lowered her head, her gaze returning to her phone: “If you like them, just take them all—one yuan each!”
She scrolled back through the videos, only to find that videos that had already triggered rewards didn’t seem to give rewards anymore.
“Could we add each other on WeChat? If you get more panda fur, would you sell it to me?”
Qin Jiawei handed over a QR code—his digital business card.
Zhang Fan froze, and the sound of hushed murmurs drifted to her ears. She turned to look and found many women pointing at her from the side.
The campus heartthrob, and a big name at school—every move he made naturally drew attention.
Legend had it that Qin Jiawei thought highly of himself and never accepted proactive approaches from girls.
Throughout his four years of college, he had almost no scandals, yet he was incredibly sunny and radiated masculine energy.
That was precisely why he had so many devoted fans, with several fan clubs to boot.
For someone like him to proactively ask to add someone on WeChat was practically unheard of!
But Zhang Fan was troubled:
His fans were terrifying—they treated him like an untouchable deity.
“Maybe not? I’m afraid of being bullied!”
Zhang Fan forced a strained smile: “I’ll be here at this stall for a while. If you need anything, just come buy it directly.”
“Oh!” Qin Jiawei looked a bit embarrassed and let his hand fall weakly.
“Alright, I’ll just buy these few items then!”
After scanning the code and paying, Qin Jiawei grabbed his things and walked away quickly.
Even after he’d gone far, girls still followed him relentlessly, and he seemed rather annoyed by it.
Was schoolwork not stressful enough, or life not demanding enough? Were they that idle?
The moment he left, a figure appeared in front of Zhang Fan’s stall.
“Hey, you’re pretty good at playing games!”
A girl in high heels kicked over the small trinkets on the stall: “Didn’t you say you weren’t short on money? Why are you setting up a stall here?”
Zhang Fan looked up—it was Jiang Manning.
Ha… just as she’d feared, whatever she dreaded came right at her.
She forced a stiff smile and shot back:
“Can’t I set up a stall whether I need money or not? Surely not everyone on this long street is here because they’re poor?”
“If you weren’t poor, why would you be here?”
Jiang Manning said coldly, not seeing anything wrong with her words at all.
Right, her family ran a company—they were rich.
Compared to her, anyone less well-off could be considered poor.
Zhang Fan didn’t plan to get into a verbal fight with her. She averted her gaze and calmly scrolled through her phone.
“Don’t you dare use tricks to get close to Qin Jiawei—he’s my boyfriend! Did you hear me?”
“Did you hear me?”
She shouted loudly, as if Zhang Fan had no choice but to respond.
Sighing, Zhang Fan found it both amusing and exasperating: “Where do you get the idea that I’m deliberately scheming to get close to him?”
“Hmph! You researched his preferences, deliberately set out Panda Fur to catch his attention, and then played hard to get to deepen his impression of you. Dare you say that’s not scheming?”
Jiang Manning crossed her arms, looking like she’d seen through everything.
“Qin Jiawei hasn’t agreed to be your boyfriend, has he?”
Zhang Fan smiled, a hint of disdain in her expression: “Maybe you don’t even have his WeChat, which is why you’re so sensitive, seeing everyone as a rival in love, right?”
“Who told you I don’t?”
Jiang Manning angrily pulled out her phone, swiped to unlock, but then paused mid-motion and laughed: “What’s the point of showing you?”
She straightened up, resuming a haughty demeanor: “You’d better be exactly as you say, because even if I don’t make a move, his fan club will tear you apart!”
With that, Jiang Manning walked away proudly in her high heels.
Zhang Fan had heard of Qin Jiawei’s fan club before. These people called a man whose names they didn’t even know “hubby,” claiming Qin Jiawei belonged to all of them collectively.
Celebrities were understandable, but Qin Jiawei wasn’t even a public figure!
Whatever—what did any of this have to do with her anyway?
Scrolling through her phone was the real priority.
[Ding! Reward: A basket of Henan cultivated diamonds! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A box of salicylic acid purifying facial masks! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A plastic hair accessory belonging to Lin Wan’er! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A sun toy for the panda Lingyan! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]