Neurolink System in the Modern World

As soon as the crowd caught sight of the car, their excitement bubbled up like carbonated soda in a shaken can .

"Whoa, check out that sports car!"

"It looks amazing!"

"Wow, that white color really makes it stand out!"

"Hey, buddy, I just double-checked on my phone. This car costs 150,000 USD, and it's the latest model."

The whole group began taking pictures and admiring the car including Ayumi who couldn't resist a glance. The Porsche from earlier seemed to lose its rights to flex in the presence of a true sports car.

Compared to the BMW M8, the Porsche looked like it was just asking, "Am I even a sports car?" It was like putting a housecat next to a lion and saying they're both fierce predators.

"Whoever owns this car must be filthy rich."

"You've got to be loaded to even afford one."

"I wish the owner is single; maybe I could get his number!"

Adding to the chorus were some girls who apparently hadn't yet run out of gushing comments.

But amid the sea of admirers, two people looked like they'd just bitten into a lemons: Fred and Misa.

They had come here to be the stars of the night, the belle and beau of the ball! Yet, the owner of the white sports car zoomed in and stole their thunder. It was like they were the opening act and the headliner had just unexpectedly shown up too early!

Fred leaned over to Misa and whispered, "Do you think the owner could be one of your classmates?"

It was one thing if it was a stranger, but very awkward if this person turned out to be part of the party.

If he turned out to be someone they knew, he would become the epicenter of all conversations, with every pair of eyes and every whisper in the room gravitating towards him.

Misa let out a nervous chuckle and replied, "No way. None of our classmates could possibly afford a car like that. It's just not something anyone in my batch can pull off." She seemed almost in denial about the possibility.

"That's right, high schoolers couldn't possibly afford a car like this. It's reserved for the super-wealthy tycoons. I bet the owner of this car is an old middle-aged businessman," Fred added, his voice tinged with sarcasm, underlining just how unlikely it was for one of their peers to be behind the wheel of such a luxurious vehicle.

A $150,000 car wasn't exactly the kind of thing you'd find in your average piggy bank. Heck, even millionaires might take a look at the price tag and say, "You know what? I think I'll stick to the family SUV. It comes with free cup holders!"

Ironically, even though Fred liked to show off his supposed wealth, he just actually borrowed his father's car for the occasion. His own car was a simple Honda Civic, a far cry from the luxurious car that had just arrived. Yet, for this event, he had chosen to make a grand impression by driving his father's Porsche .

In addition , his father's car wasn't even a brand new one when it was purchased; it was a 2018 model, so its suggested retail price wasn't exceptionally high to start with.

However, as he glanced at the white BMW, he could tell that it was indeed brand new. He wouldn't be surprised if the owner said they had bought it just a week ago.

As for him being the son of wealthy businessmen?

His parents' ownership of a few milk tea shops in Seoul hardly constituted the empire of luxury he was trying to project.

In fact, the expenses for this extravagant party had wiped out his savings from his allowance.

He couldn't bring himself to say "No" to Misa, fearing that she might dump him if she found out about all of his exaggeration.

All this time, he had been weaving tales of being filthy rich, and there were even moments when his parents had berated him for constantly requesting extra allowance to buy her things.

*CLICK

As the sports car door opened with a smooth, almost mesmerizing motion, a quiet suspense enveloped the crowd.

Everyone's curiosity peaked, driven by the burning desire to catch a glimpse of the person who could actually afford such an expensive car.

As he finally emerged from the car, the crowd's collective attention shifted from his striking hands to the man himself.

He stood tall and exuded an undeniable charm, his jet-black hair expertly framing his face to enhance his appeal. Stylish eyeglasses perched on his nose, adding a touch of sophistication to his overall look. He sported a sharp black coat with a fur-like collar perched on top, complementing a crisp black and white polo shirt underneath.

Around his neck, a cool gold chain dangled, not demanding attention but contributing an understated touch of elegance to his overall appearance.

His entire attire exuded an aura of irresistible charisma.

"Too handsome!"

"Is he a celebrity?"

"Oh my god! He's even more handsome than Park Jomen of BTS!" one of the girls exclaimed, displaying all the enthusiasm of newly converted fangirl.

Their faces flushed with excitement, and they were completely starstruck. His extraordinary handsomeness, combined with his stylish expensive looking outfit, made him too irresistible in their eyes.

The sheer charm exuding from him left everyone in awe. The girls were instantly drawn to him, captivated by his magnetism, while the boys couldn't help but feel a sudden urge to hide their faces, realizing that this man had redefined their understanding of what was considered "Attractive" .

Before his arrival, they may have felt pretty content with themselves, but this rich guy had, in a sense, given them a painful reality check. His presence was like a hard slap of truth, making them realize that there was a whole new level of handsomeness  out there that they hadn't quite grasped before.

"Oh my god, he's looking at us!" the girls exclaimed as they noticed the handsome guy standing tall, his gaze seemingly fixated on them.

Even Misa couldn't resist his charm; he seemed like the embodiment of every woman's dream.

"Is he looking at me?" Misa wondered to herself, her face flushed, heart racing, and feeling a bit flustered.

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