My life is one giant disaster waiting to happen.
I step in dog poop, choke on water, and find my instant noodles missing the seasoning packet. That’s just everyday life for me.
Then, at my best friend’s wedding, I got struck by lightning, and a cold, mechanical voice rang in my head: 【Lucky System successfully bound.】
The beginner mission was to win a million-dollar lottery prize?
My hands trembled as I clutched the ticket. “I-is this legal?”
System: 【The Host should worry about tripping over the threshold when claiming the prize.】
Later, when a reporter asked how I got rich, I gave an earnest answer straight to the camera:
“First, you have to get struck by lightning, ”
The opening line of my life was probably a loud, drawn-out cry. Right after that, a nurse’s hand slipped, and I nearly hit the cold tile floor. From then on, the word “unlucky” was branded onto the back of my fate like a seal, welded there so tightly I couldn’t shake it off or break free. It followed me everywhere, like my shadow.
Today, it showed up right on schedule, and made quite an entrance.
Outside the window, lead-gray clouds hung so low they seemed ready to crush the city skyline. Huge raindrops pelted the glass in a rapid, pitiful patter, like countless icy hands beating against it in despair. The gale whipped the rain between the narrow rows of buildings, howling as it charged through. The weather was nothing less than a prelude to the apocalypse. And I, Lin Xiaomei, was huddled beside the only window in my rental apartment that didn’t leak, facing the cracked mirror on my vanity as I tried to use a broken eyebrow pencil to draw in my eyebrows, already as thin as smoke.
