My name is Lu Xiaoyan. I'm an ordinary girl with a kind heart, but I'm no pushover.
I have a strange problem: nobody can lay a hand on me. Anyone who tries to hit me ends up with a broken arm first.
That's not the strange part. The strange part is that everyone who schemes against me gets rich.
The thugs who cornered me broke an arm, won the lottery, and moved away that very night.
The relative who swindled my family's tuition money failed in their scheme, then made a fortune in stocks.
The person who spread rumors about me and stole my spot ended up getting recommended to a top university.
The whole world wants to step on me in exchange for a lucky break. Even my own family has started plotting against me.
I'm kind, but I'm no pushover.
I don't hurt people, but if anyone hurts me, I make a note of it.
That old notebook: write someone's name in it, and their wish comes true.
This isn't a coincidence. I refuse to believe it's a coincidence.
I have to find out: why does this world treat me like a power bank?
