“…So you’re just the immune system?”
“Right. There’s also the urinary system, respiratory system, circulatory system…”
Li Hua transmigrates.
He binds to a System.
The System says it’s the immune system: an immune system in the literal sense.
No sign-in, no lucky draws, no beginner’s gift pack.
Its only mission is to compete in a National Fortune tournament in a “friendly” world and see who can be the most indifferent.
The opposing country sends dessert girls to bombard him one after another,
and dispatches a “veteran spy” to dig into his past.
His teammates are a blindfolded old Taoist, a cool girl fresh off a breakup, and a head-shaking shut-in.
Meanwhile, his System is announcing:
“Host appears somewhat nervous. We recommend using the restroom in advance.”
…Fine.
Indifference, huh?
I’ve written fake letters for seventeen years and collected “You’re a nice guy” cards for seventeen years.
When it comes to being cold-blooded, I’ve never lost.
There’s just one problem:
Xiao Hong is still waiting for him in the real world.
And she doesn’t know he was sent flying by a heavy-duty Dayun truck.
