Song Qing'an died from gaming too hard and transmigrated into a CEO romance novel as the frail first love who dies young.
She thought she'd have to maintain an elegant persona, bring the hero and heroine together, and die on cue.
Song Qing'an: No way! I'll do whatever I want!
She tore up the script, dug out some chips and soda, and flopped onto the sofa in her mansion to take up her old pastime again: gaming.
The male lead, Gu Jingshen, expected to find a sickly, melancholy first love. Instead, when he opened the door, he saw her in a worn-out T-shirt covered in pills, her hair twisted up with chopsticks, curled into the sofa and cursing at the screen.
He fell silent.
She felt guilty.
The System prepared to shock her.
But no shock came. Gu Jingshen only watched her, his gaze growing deeper and deeper. “Were you... pretending all along?”
Later, she became a gaming consultant and put together a team called “Giving Up.” Its members were a talkative streamer, a retired pro, a math genius, and a veteran soldier. Five people with five different personalities, yet somehow they made it work.
Their training room moved from the living-room sofa to a professional arena, and their opponents went from unknown nobodies to world champions. The media gave them a 3.7% chance of qualifying. “Perfect,” they said. “Winning's only fun when the odds are against you.”
There was just one thing she couldn't figure out. Why did her gaming friend GSJ always come online to watch whenever she was calling the shots? And how could he predict her tactics so accurately?
Until the night before the final, when she discovered that GSJ's login IP came from the study on the second floor.
The man who warmed milk for her every night, who quietly adjusted the team's tactics when her hand injury flared up again, who told her, “If you want to play, then you deserve to.” He had been watching her all along.
