Lin Mo transmigrated into the body of the weakest student on the whole-school combat rankings.
Being ranked last was bad enough, but he was also a simp. He’d spent three years fawning over the campus belle, blowing all his living expenses, only to hear her say, “You think you’re good enough for me?”
Lin Mo looked down at the phone in his hand, the one he’d planned to give her.
[Ding! Pay-to-Win System awakened. Recycle the “Fruit Phone” and use it as credit?]
Lin Mo tapped “Yes.”
Three minutes later, a white-socked PE student was kneeling on the ground, coughing up blood, while the campus belle’s screams rang across the entire sports field.
Later, everyone wanted to know how this F-rank good-for-nothing had become the top student overnight.
No one knew.
“Don’t ask. I just spent money.”
Money? Spent it. House? Spent it. Family heirloom antiques? Spent it.
Clothes and pants? ...Wait, I can’t spend those.
