Jiang Nanxing foi ligada a um sistema de romances de sofrimento. O sistema a obrigava a interpretar a mocinha coitadinha desses romances, sofrendo física e emocionalmente, sacrificando tudo, para no final ficar com o protagonista masculino. Jiang Nanxing recusou — quem gostaria de uma tarefa tão perversa? O sistema choramingou e implorou, dizendo que ela só precisava cumprir certos pontos-chave da missão e acumular pontos de sofrimento suficientes para completar a tarefa. Tá bom, pontos de sofrimento, né? Jiang Nanxing então se voltou para o vilão, fazendo o protagonista masculino sofrer física e emocionalmente até ele não conseguir mais cuidar de si mesmo. O roteiro foi completamente destruído por Jiang Nanxing, mas ela não só cumpriu todos os pontos-chave, como também ganhou uma enorme quantidade de pontos de sofrimento. O sistema, chocado: Dá pra fazer assim também? Jiang Nanxing: Por que não? Sofrimento é sofrimento, não importa quem sofra. Só diga se completei a missão ou não. O vilão, usado por Jiang Nanxing como ferramenta: Olá, posso ser promovido a protagonista masculino? Estou aguardando online, é urgente. Jiang Nanxing: Sem problemas, pegue sua senha do amor e entre na fila.
"Jiang Nanxing! Apologize to Yueyue!"
As consciousness returned, Jiang Nanxing felt a sharp, searing pain in her scalp. Her head was being yanked and pressed firmly against a hospital bed, leaving her unable to move. Lying on the bed was a pale, delicate-looking woman who wore an expression of profound sorrow.
"Brother Sheng," the woman sobbed, "I believe Sister Nanxing didn't mean to push me down the stairs. She just loves you too much."
Still groggy, Jiang Nanxing couldn't help but think: the scent of green tea radiating from this woman is so potent, she must be a thousand-year-old Longjing tea spirit.
Before the thought even settled, her head was jerked backward, her scalp burning with pain. The same voice from before snarled, "I only feel disgust being loved by a vicious woman like you!"
"You aren't even fit to tie Yueyue's shoes!"
"If it weren't for Yueyue's kind heart pleading for you, it wouldn't just be an apology you'd be giving today."
The pain jolted Jiang Nanxing wide awake. Damn it! How much of her hair was he pulling out? Her hairline was already receding by the day; this was adding insult to injury! Who could endure this?
She struggled to lift her arm, applied a bit of grappling technique, grabbed the arm of the person behind her, and pivoted to hurl him onto the bed. Caught off guard, the man was easily flipped over. Jiang Nanxing immediately pounced and delivered three resounding slaps to his face.
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