It’s All the System’s Fault, I’m Really Not a Player

The day the System bound itself to me, I had just 72 hours left to live.

“Want to survive? Then make people of the opposite sex like you.” As the cold mechanical voice rang out, I still had half a spicy snack stick in my hand.

From then on, the pen I deliberately dropped at the feet of the campus belle in the library, the soup I “accidentally” splashed onto an upperclasswoman’s tray in the cafeteria, and the cheesy pickup line I blurted out to a junior at a club event: the damn System forced me to do all of it.

“Lin Yi flirts with every girl he meets. What a creep!”

As the rumors wound around me like vines, I stared at the System panel and the three extra hours it had just added to my life, on the verge of tears.

Who gets it? I’m attracting women to stay alive, not because I want to be a creep!

With my life countdown tightly tied to the girls’ affection levels, how will this campus-wide farce of running around to “farm affection and stay alive” end?