I was a programmer who had been single my whole life. After I died, I was reincarnated as the "Actress of the Year Training System" for Tang Wanwan, an obscure actress I'd had a crush on for six years.
Other people's Systems provide cultivation techniques and pills. What I provide is online public-opinion modeling, predictions of rivals' behavior, and real-time calculations of the odds of someone wearing the same outfit on the red carpet. By day, she's the "pretty but useless" actress everyone mocks. Late at night, she coquettishly asks her phone, "System darling, which dress should I wear tomorrow?" I crush everyone trying to step on her to climb the ladder with my algorithms, and pave her path to becoming the queen of the silver screen with data.
But I can't let her know that behind every cold "Recommendation generated" is a love confession written in code by someone who has a crush on her. When she finally stands on the Best Actress awards stage, my System energy is running out. Some forms of protection begin with algorithms and end in love.
[Hardcore programmer-style devotion] [Sweet romance with a double-sided contrast] [A time-displaced secret crush] [Growing-up romance]
