Song Xuan is a delicate college student whose mental state is thirty years ahead of her peers.
Her daily life: failing the 800-meter run, staying up later than anyone else, and gripping her phone so hard while watching short dramas that she cracks the screen.
Then she transmigrates into a book, landing inside the ridiculous short dramas that used to make her so angry she’d eat two extra bowls of rice.
System: "Hello, welcome to the Multiverse Anomalous Emotion Counseling and Plot Correction, "
"Shut up, punching bag."
"...It's the Venting System."
A doormat heroine? Not a chance.
The class beauty puts on a pitiful act and starts crying? Song Xuan whips out a voice recorder on the spot.
Her childhood friend tries to guilt-trip her? One slap teaches him how to behave.
Her billionaire father is driven into bankruptcy by a few rumors? She deploys an entire legal department and has her opponents delete their posts and apologize within two hours.
Song Xuan's philosophy is simple:
If you have no morals, no one can guilt-trip you with theirs.
You talk reason, she talks law. You talk law, she talks physics.
A crowd of immortals watches from the heavens and showers her with gifts. The God of Wealth sends so many that his hand grows sore.
Song Xuan has no idea.
All she knows is that this time, she finally doesn't have to get angry from behind a screen.
