[Sickly on the outside, sharp-tongued on the inside bottom × Sees right through everything but refuses to call him out top]
[System: Everything made by this System is top quality. Host, your acting today only gets a passing grade.]
Lin Muci transmigrated into an elite academy and got bound to an obnoxiously smug System.
The System told him: Your character is a frail, innocent flower. Your job is to act pitiful, make people worry about you, and get everyone to want to protect you.
Lin Muci said: Fine.
And so he fainted in class, got soaked in the rain, stumbled on the stairs at a dance…
The whole school went crazy for him. The student council president rearranged his schedule, the villainous heir fought on his behalf, and a foreign young duke treated him like a fragile treasure.
Coughing up blood, Shen Qingci asked the System in his mind: Is that enough?
System: Not yet. There’s still one really difficult person over there.
Lin Muci looked toward the cold-faced man in the corner: Shen Que, the eldest son of the family that owned the school.
Everyone else believed him. Shen Que didn’t.
Shen Que cornered him against a wall. “You’re faking it, aren’t you?”
Lin Muci’s eyes reddened, and tears came right on cue.
Shen Que stared at him for three seconds. “…Fine. Keep acting.”
Later, Lu Yan realized the truth: He hadn’t been acting.
He was genuinely sick, genuinely miserable, and genuinely had nothing left but his acting skills.
Content warning!!! The protagonist suffers a little, but it’s ultimately a healing story. Please give it a chance!
