After I died, I became the white moonlight of the crazy villain.

"Song, you're amazing! You're only a senior in high school! You can already design your own AI scripts."

"Of course, he's a genius. He always ranks first in our school in every exam."

Xiang Jiao immediately chimed in, and after she finished speaking, she glanced at me and said something pointed.

"Unlike some people, who are as stupid as pigs, always at the bottom of the class, yet still dream of eating swan meat."

As soon as Xiang Jiao finished speaking, the class burst into laughter.

I ignored their sarcasm. Seeing Song Chenhao's robot reminded me of Su Jiayi.

He sent me several messages, basically once a week, with clear photos and records of the model framework and the costs incurred.

I texted him to ask if he had enough money.

He quickly replied that it was enough, and then sent me a short video.

It was a palm-sized robot, and its appearance wasn't particularly striking, clearly indicating that they had cut corners on its design. However, when he spoke to the robot, it responded and interacted with him in a structured and organized manner, which surprised me a little.

Many large companies in China have spent countless human, material, and financial resources to research and launch intelligent robots, but he wrote the script in just over a month. Moreover, both the dialogue and the robot's response to instructions are much more agile and intelligent than those already on the market.

Su Jiayi is indeed talented and capable.

No wonder in his previous life, Song Chenhao's small, run-down company was able to attract the attention of a large group of capital tycoons so quickly.

Seeing that I didn't react, Xiang Jiao probably thought it was pointless, so she moved closer to Song Chenhao and asked him when he could bring out the finished product for everyone to see.

Song Chenhao said that it is still in the testing phase, and the external model is not completely secure, so it is inconvenient to take it out.

Someone suggested that they visit the lab together, which immediately drew enthusiastic agreement from a large number of students in the class.

"Okay! Let's treat tomorrow to a class reunion. I'll treat everyone to dinner, and then we'll all visit my lab together!"

After Song Chenhao finished speaking, the class erupted in a chorus of exclamations. I was getting a headache from their stares, and my ears were ringing. So I plugged them with earplugs and chatted with Su Jiayi for a while, telling him not to worry about the money and to just go for it.

No sooner had I put my phone away than a shadow fell over me.

I looked up in that direction and saw Song Chenhao standing arrogantly in front of my desk, speaking to me as if he were doing me a favor.

"I've invited my classmates and teachers to visit my lab tomorrow night, and we'll also have a celebration party. You should come along too."

I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, since just the day before he had told me to regret it.

They're actually inviting me to go now?

Just as I was still wondering, I suddenly heard Xiang Jiao's disdainful sarcasm.

"School Heartthrob Song, why did you invite her? She's such a country bumpkin, she probably hasn't even stepped foot inside the Royal Court. She even insulted you for being a gigolo, and you still invited her to such a high-end restaurant? Isn't that just letting her take advantage of you for nothing?"

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that the dinner Song Chenhao mentioned was actually his own treat, and it was at the most expensive restaurant in Shanghai, Royal Court Banquet!

Not only is it a membership system there, but even a simple cold dish starts at four figures.

Last year, when it was his birthday, my parents took me abroad to visit my grandfather who was receiving medical treatment overseas. I felt guilty for not being able to come back to celebrate his birthday, so I specially asked my dad for a membership card to reserve a table for him and asked him to invite his classmates to celebrate a grand birthday together.

As a result, he is now saying that he wants to invite his classmates to a party there as a way to celebrate his success in advance.

Has he really come to see himself as the richest man in the world?

They still don't think that just because he got the investment by relying on the Jiang family's reputation for fraud, he can squander money like a rich second-generation.

A wave of mockery washed over me. I had intended to ask him directly, but when I met his expectant gaze, as if he were waiting for my answer, I changed my mind.

"Okay!"

I flashed a bright smile and readily agreed.

Song Chenhao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

He and Bian Jiahui's lackey Xiang Jiao were unhappy, and kept making sarcastic remarks, saying that I had said before that he wanted to live off a woman, and that the cost of Song, the school heartthrob, treating his classmates to a meal was enough for me to have a year's allowance. Now he still has the audacity to want to freeload.

I ignored Xiang Jiao's words and let her talk. Anyway, the truth about who was freeloading off whom would come out soon enough.

The next day was Saturday. As soon as I got up, I saw Bian Jiahui tinkering in her room. Around four o'clock, she couldn't wait to come over and knock on my door, asking me to go to the Royal Court together.

The Royal Court is the most upscale restaurant in our area. Whether it's the food or the privacy of the environment, it's top-notch in the entire city of Shanghai.

This means that the prices inside are simply unaffordable for ordinary people.

It operates on a VIP system; only members are eligible to enter. The annual membership card alone costs two million, not including meals.

I never would have imagined that Song Chenhao would be so foolish as to invite everyone to dinner here.

I raised an eyebrow, changed my clothes, and went downstairs with Bian Jiahui.

Upon arriving at the hotel, there were already many luxury cars parked in front, mostly belonging to wealthy businessmen from high society, as well as a few Audis with black and white license plates, which were government vehicles.

A membership fee of two million a year is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

I went in with Bian Jiahui and saw Song Chenhao being flattered by a group of classmates.

I was walking behind Bian Jiahui when Xiang Jiao, who had sharp eyes, spotted me following Bian Jiahui into the private room. She suddenly raised her voice and hurriedly blocked me at the door.

"Wait!"

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. The next second, I saw her turn around and wink at Bian Jiahui, then immediately say to me.

"Today, School Heartthrob Song treated us to dinner at such a high-end restaurant. Everyone in the class brought a gift. Jiang Wanying, where is your gift?"

Xiang Jiao was clearly picking a fight with me; her voice was so loud that the whole corridor outside could hear it.

I turned around and glanced at Song Chenhao. He had clearly heard it, but he continued to sit in the main seat as if he hadn't heard it. However, his gaze kept sweeping over me, as if waiting for my answer.

I couldn't help but find it a little funny, so he had already decided to use the membership card I had given him to get a free meal here, and he was also hoping I would send him a congratulatory gift.

I raised an eyebrow. "So, if I say I came empty-handed, then I won't be allowed in today?"

Xiang Jiao said with a sneer, "Jiang Wanying, don't you think you're being too shameless by asking such a question? If I were you, I would come empty-handed, and even if it was a meal worth millions, I wouldn't eat it."

"If that's how you put it, then fine."

I shrugged, finished speaking, and took a step back.

Xiang Jiao looked at me with surprise, "Jiang Wanying, what do you mean?"

"It means exactly what you said! I think you're right! I came empty-handed and didn't bring a gift, so I won't be eating here. Please enjoy your meal!"

I turned around after saying that, and just as I reached the elevator, footsteps came chasing after me from inside the private room.

I don't even need to turn around to guess who's chasing after me.

Just as I reached for the elevator button, an unpleasant voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Jiang Wanying, we finally have a get-together with our classmates today, are you going to make everyone unhappy?"

I turned around following the sound, and there stood Song Chenhao's handsome and refined face.

Song Chenhao is actually very good-looking, with fair skin and a handsome appearance. Especially when he wears a white shirt, he has the refined and otherworldly charm of a male protagonist from a novel.

In addition, he had always presented himself to me as resilient, ambitious, and indifferent to fame and fortune.

In my past life, he almost completely captivated me. I unconditionally trusted and supported whatever he wanted to do.

But at that moment, that face was staring at me with impatience, as if it were looking at an unreasonable child.

I looked at him expressionlessly. "Song Chenhao, even if you're blind, you must have some hearing problems, right? Wasn't it Xiang Jiao who deliberately made things difficult for me just now, trying to find out why she wouldn't let me in?"

"She just asked you to send me a congratulatory gift, so why don't you just send anything?"

I was amused by Song Chenhao's self-righteousness, so I asked him, "Just send one randomly? What do you want me to send randomly then?"

Song Chenhao seemed to have already thought of the answer in his mind, and he blurted it out.

“I have an investment shareholder who really enjoys collecting blue diamond necklaces. I remember you had one before.”