The day I got bound to the System, I was crouched in a toilet stall when I muttered, “Damn,” and five thousand yuan landed in my account.
The System said the harsher the cursing, the bigger the payout, so I cursed my academic advisor, the school cafeteria, and my rich roommate who wore nine-thousand-yuan sneakers.
A month later, the whole school was saying that the broke student on the sixth floor had struck it rich writing domineering CEO stories.
Only I knew the first chapter of my “bestseller” was just one sentence: “It’s the seventh day since my loan payment was overdue, and the interest is 340 yuan.”
The System asked why I wasn’t updating. I said I was busy spending money.
It fell silent for three seconds, then transferred five million yuan to me with a note: Then write a guide to spending it.
