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On my thirtieth birthday, I had an extra system in my head. It said it could help me reverse my life. But I suspect it got the wrong script—— Someone else's system: Start with one billion, become a boss in seconds, be surrounded by beautiful women, and dominate the world. My system: "Newbie's task: cook yourself a bowl of longevity noodles, remember to add an egg." "Today's goal: Don't be late for work and don't yawn during meetings." "Urgent warning: Your ex-girlfriend shows up, please keep smiling and don't say 'you're fat'!" My name is Li Jianguo, 30 years old, an ordinary designer, with a monthly salary of 8,000, no car or house, and I have been solo for two years. On my birthday, something that called itself the "Thirty-year-old Counterattack System" bound me. I thought I was going to take off. As a result, the first task it gave me was to tidy up the room and get rid of ten old things. "System, other people's systems give away money, houses and superpowers, what about you?" "This system focuses on comprehensive improvement of comprehensive qualities, including but not limited to: cooking skills, social interaction, dressing, stress resistance, and how to maintain grace in front of the ex-girlfriend's wedding invitation." "... Does this work?" "Data shows that 82% of the difficulties of thirty-year-old men are caused by the breakdown of details in life. Please start by cooking a bowl of noodles." So at the age of thirty, under the "intimate" guidance of the system, my life gradually went astray—— I want to have a serious meeting: The system asks me to pay attention to Party A's father's new hairstyle and praise him appropriately. I want a romantic date: The system gave me a "crash course" in art appreciation, and I ended up talking about abstract paintings in an art museum.