My name is Barbie, and this Barbie is not that Barbie - I am a civilian student in the academy numbered 89757, formerly an Internet operator who died suddenly at work.
The system said my princess potential value: -100%.
In the first class, the teacher asked the princess what the most important quality was, and I blurted out: "ROI. Input-output ratio. Castle maintenance fees, dress dry cleaning fees, and loss of dinner ingredients. Calculate it first and then talk about elegance."
The teacher's magic wand shattered on the spot.
Later, I did three things: I started a live broadcast to sell the same lipstick as the princess, used PPT to make a portrait of the prince's concubine, and renamed the fairy godmother's class "Introduction to AI Painting". The whole college went crazy, the king summoned him, and the vicious female protagonist knocked on the door late at night to borrow PPT.
The system warned me that I was straying from the main line. The prince got down on one knee and begged me to become his partner.
I looked at the pink foam in the courtyard, smiled and said: Be a princess? Sorry, I want to be the boss in this life.
