The System gives her a new mission: repair the storylines corrupted by the Tragedy System, and save the down-and-out male leads who should have shone brightly but instead became cannon fodder.
Jiang Caicai looks at the hundred yuan in her account, her starting fund, and falls silent for three seconds.
“System, are you kidding me?”
The System is serious. In every world, it will assign her spending missions, and failing to complete them means an electric shock. The more she spends, the more she gets back. Spend it right, and she even earns bonus affection points.
Jiang Caicai takes a deep breath. “Fine. Then I’ll spend.”
In the first world, she is a philosophy graduate student and meets Lin Shen, a piano prodigy with an injured hand.
He practices in the music room until two in the morning, fingers trembling, sheet music crumpled into a ball. Everyone tells him, “Give up. You can’t do it anymore.”
Jiang Caicai listens from downstairs for a while. The next day, she leaves a roll of bandages by the door.
“A pianist’s hands matter.” That’s all the note says.
Later, she pays for his surgery, hires a rehabilitation therapist, acquires the company that bullied him, and arranges a solo recital. The System keeps announcing: Affection level rising.
Lin Shen asks her, “Why are you so good to me?”
She thinks for a moment. “Because you deserve it.”
He says, “Shen Zhiyi, do you know? You’re the first person who ever saw me.”
She doesn’t tell him that she has lived for three thousand three hundred years and seen countless people. But he is the only one who makes her want to stay.
In the second world, he is a young general sentenced to death in the imperial prison.
He has won countless military honors, but the emperor suspects him and the court officials frame him. A cup of poisoned wine is placed before him. She spends a fortune bribing the jailers and saves him with a bowl of fake-death potion.
