After binding to the “Master of Time Management” System, I’m tasked with winning over several targets at once. In my first run, I’m a frosty female CEO by day, a top-tier star’s secret girlfriend by evening, and comforting an A-list actor ex late at night. My secretary hands me a ring at the office. “If this is a three-person movie, shouldn’t my name be in the credits too?” Just when I finally catch my breath, the second run gets even more intense: on the day of an exotic princess’s wedding, the prince consort, a hostage prince from an enemy nation, and a poor but ambitious scholar all lift the bridal veil at once. The System chimes: “Dear player, incorrect time allocation will trigger a chaotic love-triangle showdown, ” Looking at the three pairs of smoldering eyes before me, I lick my lips. “Looks like I’ll be pulling an all-nighter tonight...”
