The story of how I, Lin Hui, single-handedly got the First Interstellar Military Academy to change eighteen school rules.
My ambitions are simple: cure my family and graduate without a hitch. But my luck is anything but simple. It seems to have a mind of its own.
At the opening ceremony, I raised a hand and saved the principal's head from imminent disaster. During mecha practice, I stomped my foot and made a hunk of metal dance the tap. Even when I cooked up some truly dreadful food in the cafeteria, it smelled so good that the elite students from the whole school fought over it.
They call me "a walking disaster" or "a human wish-granting machine," depending on whether they've just stepped in dog poop or won the one and only exam exemption.
My no-nonsense guardian, Commander Lu Jin, has to take three deep breaths every day just to keep himself from reaching for his gun. My icy roommate Ling Shuang keeps writing "A Data Observation Report on the Supernatural Phenomena Caused by Lin Hui" and sincerely recommends that the school dissect me for research.
Meanwhile, my hapless rivals are trapped in a supernatural vicious cycle: try to frame me and you'll step in dog poop; envy me and you'll get bird poop on you. They're suffering terribly.
In this apocalypse, shrouded by the "Dark Corrosion," all kinds of factions are watching hungrily, hoping to get their hands on me, this "ticking nuclear bomb."
So I keep bouncing between blowing up the kitchen and blowing up the arena, while being forced to take on the task of saving the world amid the biting remarks of my sharp-tongued allies and the miserable cries of villainous cannon fodder.
I just want to quietly be a mechanic, but this ridiculous interstellar world insists on making me its most dazzling savior.
(Now my only wish is that the next time my powers erupt, I get a cooler pose.)
