I died, then got bound to a System with a few screws loose. Other Systems make their Hosts beautiful and powerful. Mine told me to fake an accident with the campus heartthrob.
I did as I was told through my tears, aiming straight for his cup of coffee. The heartthrob dodged, and I went sprawling face-first onto the ground. He looked down at me. “So, are you trying to fake an accident with me, or with my coffee?”
Me: “...” That night, he sent me a WeChat friend request:
“Next time you try to fake an accident, scout the place first., Gu Huaizhi”
