Three Women Make a Drama, and I’ll Wear a Mecha as My Wedding Dress

Three women with nothing in common, one bizarre car crash, and a bolt from the blue. When they opened their eyes, they had been struck into a ravaged sci-fi battlefield. Chen Xiaoxiao, a real estate agent who could talk someone to death; Ye Huan, a property manager who could recite the daily routines of all 1,400 residents by heart; and You Le, a runaway heiress from Shanghai with a business mind so sharp even aliens wanted to recruit her. The three stood there completely dumbfounded, dumped into the worst class in the entire military, F Class, and turned into the laughingstock of the whole base. Others think they’re useless? Chen Xiaoxiao talks the rumor-mongers into dying of embarrassment on the spot. Others laugh at them for being dead weight? You Le uses Tian Ji’s horse-racing strategy to crush them with a dimensional advantage. Others say they don’t belong? Ye Huan draws up a tactical board and turns the entire mock battle into a math problem. What? There are aliens too? First win the fight, then have hot pot. The three sisters’ comeback begins with everyone walking all over them and ends with them standing above all of humanity. The one thing that never changes is that Sichuanese insults are always louder than artillery fire. This story is the perfect cure for anyone who looks down on you.