We Already Have a System, so What's Wrong with Being a Scumbag?

After paying off the nine-year debt, God seemed to compensate Xu Zhi by giving him fame, fortune and all kinds of love. He was so busy that his feet never touched the ground, but he enjoyed it as much as he could. System? That's just support. His success relies on the nine years he endured. Someone asked him if he was Aquaman. Su Nianqing, the class beauty at that time, had black hair like a waterfall, a white shirt with a slightly open collar, and a beautiful face without emotion: "He is not the King of the Sea, he is just making up for his regrets." The aloof imperial sister Gao Qi, with slightly hooked red lips and sharp curves wrapped in a tight black skirt, chuckled while holding a wine glass: "I don't care." Yoga beauty Zhou Siyu, wearing a light gray sports bra covered with mesh, her flexible figure exuding a sense of strength, lowered her head and fiddled with her hair: "He's right, I did it first." The beauty receptionist Li Yao, pure and innocent, wrapped in an off-white sweater, bit her lip: "This is the price, I am willing." The lady Lin Youran, wearing a light pink suspender skirt that showed her dignity and gentleness, hugged Xu Zhi's arm and said, "He only loves me." Anna, a second-generation rich star, has lazy curly hair draped over her shoulders. She is dressed in a silver dress that makes her starry. She tilts her head and smiles innocently: "A senior is a senior, it's not as complicated as you say." Xu Zhi spread his hands and said, "I haven't been in love in nine years. Isn't it too much to make up for it now?"