The Whole Sect Knows, Except Me

Shang Zhi transmigrated into the cultivation world as a minor cannon-fodder character, the kind who doesn't survive past chapter three.

The System said: Go win over that cold-faced senior brother. Reach 100 affection points and you'll get to go home.

Shang Zhi set out full of confidence: breakfast, candy, dates, and an ugly sword tassel she made by hand.

Affection points: 12.

Shang Zhi crouched on the doorstep, questioning her life choices. But the whole sect was rooting for her. Zhao Xiaohe cheered her on every day. Zhou Yan grinned whenever he saw her. Duan Ran stuffed her with pills and said, “Try not to die.” Lu Ming tossed her a remark as he passed: “Your talisman’s crooked. Draw it again.” Liu Qingqing stood there expressionless, holding up a recording stone. “For the sect archives.” Qian Dazhuang squatted at the entrance to the training hall with a wooden sign bearing six big characters:

“Senior Sister, when will you figure it out?”

Shang Zhi: Figure out what???

The whole sect: …

Until one day, Shang Zhi accidentally discovered that someone had kept everything she ever gave him in his storage pouch. The plates were stacked neatly, the notes folded into perfect squares, and not a single date pit had been thrown away. That ugly sword tassel the whole sect had laughed at was tied to his life-bound sword. It had been there for half a year and still looked brand-new.

The System finally snapped: “…The affection meter is broken. It’s been broken from the start.”

The whole sect knew. Shang Zhi was the only one who didn't.