Transmigrated as a Little Fox of the High God

Fu Li transmigrates into a cultivation novel from Qidian, becoming a Tibetan fox with a rather unfortunate appearance.

Surrounded by beautiful Qingluan and phoenixes, she's the only one with a broad, square-jawed face that looks thoroughly pessimistic and fed up with life,

scurrying around Guiqi Palace like a big gray rat.

To make matters worse, she's bound to a system.

System: Congratulations, Host! You've successfully activated the "Be a Person" system.

Fu Li: The more I hear it, the more it sounds like you're insulting me...

System: Earn the disdain of High God Huai'an every day and get him to pat your head five times to gain experience. Once your score is full, you'll become human.

Fu Li: I already look annoying enough. If I make him mad and then ask him to pat my head, won't I end up dying horribly?

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High God Huai'an, a senior civil servant in the Ninth Heaven, recently acquired a fox spirit pet.

It's incredibly ugly, yet somehow always carries itself with a bafflingly confident calm. It also often plots against him behind his back.

So at first, he refused to have anything to do with it.

But later,

Huai'an held out a lively, bouncing mouse. "I hear little foxes like to eat wild mice. Li Li, go on and eat."

Fu Li kicked the mouse straight into the Jade Pool. Her narrowed eyes were filled with a world-weary disdain. I'm not eating wild game, damn it.

Huai'an gave her a hearty rub. "What a spirited little fox! I love it~"

Fu Li's fox face went pale. "Don't fall in love with me!"

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When Yang Yangyang was twelve, she failed her final exams and went with her family to a banquet at the Ming residence.

Under her mother's threat,

she gathered her strength and loudly offered the Ming family's old master a clear, sonorous birthday greeting,

earning applause from all the friends and relatives around her.

Yang Yangyang, down on her luck in the exam hall but thriving at the dinner table, suddenly caught sight of a handsome, strikingly featured boy sitting beside the old master. He had been watching her with an easy smile, his chin propped on his hand.

Yang Yangyang was mortified.

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Ming Zhi first met Yang Yangyang when he was sixteen.

It was at the banquet for his grandfather's seventieth birthday.

He'd been raised to never talk during meals or sleep, and to always speak gently and kindly.

But after confirming several times that the little kid who had offered birthday wishes in a voice like a bell and shouted even louder than the most devoted Ming family descendant was indeed a girl,

he still couldn't help laughing.

Theme: Happiness is something you have to fight for