The system assigned her a new task: to repair the world line eroded by the tragedy system, and to save those down-and-out male protagonists who should have been brilliant but became cannon fodder.
Jiang Caicai looked at the one hundred yuan start-up capital in his account and was silent for three seconds.
"System, are you kidding me?"
The system is serious. Each world will issue tasks that cost money. If you fail to complete them, you will be electrocuted. The more you spend, the more cash you get back. If you spend it right, there will be a favorability bonus.
Jiang Caicai took a deep breath: OK, spend it then.
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In the first world, she dressed as a graduate student in the philosophy department and met Lin Shen, a piano genius with an injured hand.
He practiced in the piano room until two o'clock in the morning. His fingers were shaking and the music was crumpled into a ball. Everyone said: Give up, you can't do it anymore.
Jiang Caicai stood downstairs and listened for a while, and the next day he put a roll of bandages at the door.
"For those who play the piano, hands are very important." This was all written on the note.
Later, she helped him pay for surgery, hire a rehabilitation therapist, acquire the company that bullied him, and give recitals. The system keeps broadcasting: Favorability is rising.
Lin Shen asked her: "Why are you so nice to me?"
She thought for a moment: "Because you are worth it."
He said: "Shen Zhiyi, you know, you are the first person to see me."
She didn't tell him that she had lived for 3,300 years and had met countless people. But he was the only one who made her want to stay.
In the second world, he was a young general sentenced to death in a prison.
He had great military exploits, but was jealous of the emperor, framed by the courtiers, and given a glass of poisonous wine. She spent a lot of money to bribe the jailer and rescued him with a bowl of fake death medicine.
