Mo Zhiyan was desperate.
Why is my sister a tsundere? Why don't my parents dare to admit my excellence? Why don't my classmates dare to face my strength?
. . .
After I prayed to the Moon Goddess at 12 o'clock every night for 5 consecutive years.
Finally, on the 1826th day, a miracle came.
When I woke up the next day, I found that the world had changed. The sister across the dining table had three translucent labels with cold light floating above her head:
[The majesty of the Chairman of the Disciplinary Committee]
Extreme asceticism
[Brother Ke (law of cause and effect level)]
There is also a dice icon below [Brother Ke].
After I clicked through the air with my finger, it was like triggering a slot machine. Many entries started to scroll quickly, and finally stopped. . .
Humanoid self-propelled brother peripheral collector?
. . .
Not only that, there were those strange labels on the heads of parents, classmates, and everyone.
Sister Moon, I love you! ! !
