The campus belle blushed as she handed me a pregnancy test. “You’re going to be a dad.”
I sneered. “Everyone at school knows you’re dating eight rich heirs at the same time. You want me to raise another man’s kid?”
That night, the System bound itself to me: [Host, please complete your first prenatal lesson: recite Das Kapital.]
Forced to read to her belly, I heard the baby’s thoughts:
“These parents are hopeless. Better set a small goal first: earn enough for formula before I’m born.”
The next day, she stared at her phone in panic. “Three million yuan just appeared in my account!”
On the ultrasound screen, the baby gave me an OK sign.
