When Shen Yubai was nineteen years old, he took a selfie on the street and was suddenly stopped by a talent scout.
At the same moment, the [Paranoid Purification System] was misplaced and bound due to a strange combination of circumstances.
The system data coldly revealed his background: a sincere and insensitive nature, a pure and healing mind, and an extreme lack of interpersonal defense due to childhood trauma.
His biggest weakness is that he is easily attached to a single, stable, and continuous goodwill. He eventually becomes self-imprisoned, obsessed with obsession, and falls into endless internal friction and paranoia.
The only mission of the system: to monitor goodwill, isolate overload, maintain safe social distance, and prevent the recurrence of paranoia.
Goodwill points are passive monitoring resources that can be exchanged for stage skills, acting talents and professional tutorials to assist the growth of the host.
——But a surge in goodwill from a single source is an early warning of high-risk obsessions.
With a contract, Shen Yubai stepped into the idol training base and prepared to join the new generation limited boy group.
Fan Jin, the ACE in the team, is recognized as a genius in the circle.
She is top notch in singing, dancing and acting. She is rebellious and undisciplined. She never restrains her sharp edge. No one dares to approach or restrain her.
The training rules are strict and the boundaries within the team are clear.
In the early days, the two of them were strangers to each other, with no intersection, no eye contact, and no involvement.
Everyone thinks that the coldest top and the most well-behaved newcomer will always be two parallel lines.
Only the system background data is quietly recorded——
From the first second they met, Fan Jin's secret goodwill continued to grow for him in a corner that no one knew about.
Shen Yubai is ignorant and slow. He is only interested in counterattack and pursuit. He only uses the logic of academic master to dismantle the stage and grow iteratively. He knows nothing about the undercurrent.
It was not until later that the unruly genius tore up all the boundaries with his own hands, leaned forward and approached, his voice low and arrogant, magnanimous and paranoid:
"The rules within the team must be followed by others."
"I don't have to."
"Boundaries are dead, but my selfishness towards you is inherently uncontrollable."
Concept: People's hearts cannot be measured by data, and love cannot be controlled by rules and regulations.