"Character Panel."
[Rejection Reward System]
[Can be used once per day (resets at midnight)]
[Host: Su Cheng]
[Intelligence: 7]
[Charm: 6]
[Stamina: 4]
[System Description: Utterly ordinary, lost in the crowd]
[Status: First-year student, Class 2, Flame City Private Academy]
[Wealth: 257,300 Flame Currency]
[System Skills: None]
[System Items: Face-saving Cigarettes]
[Rule 1: After daily reset, an exclamation mark will appear above potential confession targets]
[Rule 2: System navigation can be used once daily to locate targets of specified levels]
[Rule 2: After failure, target character attributes will be displayed]
[Rule 3: Rewards vary based on danger level; higher danger means better rewards]
...
[Rule 50: Host bears all consequences.]
The first thing Su Cheng did upon returning home was to open his character panel.
Apart from the addition of Face-saving Cigarettes in the System Items section, everything else remained unchanged.
He had 19 cigarettes left.
In other words, he could make 19 creatures give him face.
Hmm... the face fruit ability.
As for attribute points, the average person had 5 points.
Except for his slightly higher intelligence, he was just as the system described: utterly ordinary, lost in the crowd.
His stamina was particularly poor.
Since arriving in this world, his only chance to change his fate was through studying, so he worked extremely hard, leaving no time for exercise.
However, he was fairly good-looking, standing at 175 cm tall. Though not as burly and strong as those guys in the basketball club, he wasn't exactly weak either.
It's worth mentioning that the full name of where he currently resided was the XX United States.
This was a country led by the Flame Country, with Flame Country culture at its core.
He was now in Flame City, the capital.
"The system navigation can't be used again."
Su Cheng closed the system panel. Today, he had used the system's navigation, which led him to the S-class Ji Qingyi.
This feature had caused him a lot of trouble.
Next, he headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
He was an orphan, so he lived alone. This apartment was rented, in an ordinary apartment building. Due to being an orphan, he received policy subsidies, so he only had to pay a little over 5,000 Flame Currency per month. Otherwise, the rent would be over 10,000, as this was in the third ring of the world's center.
It was about a ten-minute bus ride from here to school.
In the past, he would have needed to work part-time after school, but due to the system rewarding him with 110,000 Flame Currency after his failed confession a few days ago, he wasn't too worried about finances, at least for now.
Currently, he felt somewhat relaxed, but his mood was still a bit off. The S-class had put too much pressure on him, especially the recent surveillance, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if he were a lamb waiting for slaughter.
After finishing his meal, he returned to his bedroom, turned on his computer, and logged into a game.
He didn't actually like playing games, but by chance, he discovered that a game he had played in his previous life existed in this world.
So, this game became his occasional relaxation tool.
Whenever he felt burdened, he would choose to play a game to release pressure, or rather, it was currently his only form of entertainment.
Moreover, the gaming environment in this world was excellent, with not even a trace of toxic behavior.
Even if someone played poorly, teammates would only offer encouragement and support.
Why was it so good?
Because insulting others online was illegal,
and the matchmaking system only matched players from the same city.
Much later
Looking at his match history full of bright red "Defeat" labels, he took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.
After playing, he had indeed forgotten the unpleasant events of the day, so he simply turned off the computer, went to the bathroom to freshen up, and then lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.
But he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
After repeating this hundreds of times, he suddenly opened his eyes.
He got up and turned on the computer again, logged into the game, and looked at his match history. Each game had "SVP" written on it. After looking carefully for a few minutes, he finally noticed that every page was filled with the words "Betrayed by team"!
"I lived a suppressed life before transmigrating, and now after transmigrating, I'm still suppressed? Wasn't this transmigration pointless then!?"
The more Su Cheng thought about it, the angrier and more upset he became. At this moment, his mindset underwent a subtle change.
So he looked at the recent teammate list and found a person with the ID [Cute and Noble], who happened to also be in the post-game screen.
This person had ruined three of his games in a row!
Finally, seeing that the other person was also in matchmaking, he clicked on ranked matchmaking. After the match was confirmed, he looked at the teammate information.
[Cute and Noble] has joined the game
"Very good."
Seeing this familiar ID, Su Cheng's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
After about ten minutes into the match, he suddenly took his hands off the keyboard and mouse, flexed his finger joints, then elegantly placed his hands back on the keyboard. His fingers glided slowly across the keys, as if playing a piano, full of tension. At this moment, it was as if he were giving a concert hall piano performance, elegant and magnificent.
[Yasuo King]: Support, you idiot.
[Cute and Noble]: Are you talking to me!????
[Yasuo King]: Look at how you're playing, who else could it be? I f***ing hate my luck running into you!
[Cute and Noble]: sbdjbdjdbdjdbdjxbddhdhdh
[Cute and Noble]: sjsjdjdhdhhdhdhdbbdbdbd
[Cute and Noble]: dhdhdbxjd
[Yasuo King]: Everyone see this?
[Yasuo King]: This idiot is having a fit again!
...
Meanwhile, two or three miles away from Su Cheng's home, in a villa district.
A beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes, her face like that of a porcelain doll, was filled with endless rage. She was biting her lip so hard it bled, but she didn't even notice.
One can imagine how angry she was.
"Damn it... damn it! Ahhhhhhh~"
The blonde beauty clenched her fists, letting out hysterical screams, then continuously pounded on her keyboard, sending out strings of gibberish to vent her hatred.
Her name was Cornelia, her father was a British diplomat.
Her mother was a Flame Country lawyer, giving her both British and Flame Country bloodlines.
She was currently a second-year student at Flame City Private Academy.
As someone with excellent conditions, Cornelia was naturally accustomed to being pampered. Having grown up showered with love, she had never experienced such humiliation, let alone being insulted like this.
Since childhood, she had been the center of attention, the focus of all eyes.
All gazes were fixed upon her.
But she didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
After all, this was a world that valued appearances.
She believed she was the most beautiful girl, the best girl, that she had everything.
But today, someone had voiced doubts about her, even calling her an idiot.
"How dare they say that about me, I've been trying my best to play well..."
Cornelia looked at the screen as more taunts came from the other side. She wiped her tears, but they continued to flow like a relay race. She sniffled, her nose sour, and finally hid under her blanket, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Waa, wuu wuu wuu~"
...
"Phew, that feels better."
Lying on his bed, Su Cheng wore a satisfied smile.
It had been a long time since he felt so relaxed, to the point where he didn't even realize the change in his mindset.
"Ding dong~"
A message notification suddenly came from his phone.
Who would be messaging me?
He barely had any friends, and those he did have never chatted with him.
So he picked up his phone and looked, only to find that it was from the senior Liu he had just met today.
[Liu Qingyue]: How about I take you to the club building tomorrow?
[Oranges Taste Bad]: "No need to trouble yourself, senior. I can go by myself."
After a simple reply, he drifted off to dreamland.
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