Hands Off the Pretty System!!

[The simplified Chinese edition is now available. See Weibo @Wenquan Bendan for details.] Ji Tong transmigrated into a book, a modern wish-fulfillment novel where a cannon-fodder character turns his life around with a System, reaches the pinnacle of success, and wins the love of a big shot. Ji Tong asked eagerly: Did I transmigrate as a tragic, beautiful, strong cannon-fodder character, or as a cool, powerful big shot? Smart Customer Service: Hello. You transmigrated as a beautifully designed System. Ji Tong: ? Smart Customer Service: According to our records, you share a name with the System. Since the character for “system” has multiple pronunciations, you were lucky enough to get this chance to transmigrate into a book. Ji Tong: ... Ji Tong had no choice but to shoulder this novel responsibility and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the tragic cannon-fodder protagonist of the book. But pretending to be a malfunctioning artificial intelligence was boring. Ji Tong’s only fun came from teasing Pei Qingyuan, a high school student who looked cold and aloof. He called it fun education, and whenever things got out of hand, he blamed a virus. For example, he slipped a tearjerker romance novel into the huge pile of professional knowledge he fed Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s mindscape, and added all sorts of bizarre options in wildly different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade rewards... Ji Tong: Ruanruan, [a white cat with a heart on its butt]. This option is the longest, so it must be the most useful. Pei Qingyuan: ...The character in my name is pronounced “yuan,” not “ruan.” Ji Tong: Sorry! I’ll definitely run a virus scan tomorrow! Ji Tong: So, should I switch to another kitty? 0.0 His fun education accompanied his Host from school uniform to suit, and sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly. Reaching the pinnacle of success was just around the corner, and the big shot’s true love was within reach. But Ji Tong noticed that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem excited about any of this. What’s more, when Ji Tong cheered at the arrival of the big shot’s true love, Pei Qingyuan mercilessly crushed the big shot. Ji Tong: !!! Ji Tong: Ruanruan, this isn’t supposed to be an enemies-to-lovers, break-up-and-reconcile kind of story, aaah! Pei Qingyuan: Right. That’s why I’m getting rid of the virus. The Host’s romance plot was increasingly veering off course, and his career path was turning toward building a robotic body for AI. Ji Tong had a bad feeling about this. That feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had remodeled the amusement park in his mindscape into a romantic date spot. Ji Tong: Host, stay calm!! A human and a System can’t have a future. I’m just an emotionless artificial intelligence... But the next second, the “Host Training Log” he had secretly hidden fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands. “Human and System? No feelings? Training?” As Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew more and more dangerous, Ji Tong watched helplessly as he tossed the white cat with the heart-shaped butt out the door, leaving just the two of them. “Ruan... no, Yuanyuan, listen to me...” A whisper sounded right beside his ear. “You succeeded in training me, you little liar.” * A System bottom who loves having a little fun × a tragic, beautiful, strong top who plays the long game ★ Check out my lighthearted, healing daily-life romance, How Long Has This Been Going On? It’s complete and ready to binge! ★ Synopsis of the new novel below Fake Daddy Qiao Yu is a special kind of actor, with a wide range of roles. He can play the perfect boyfriend brought home for New Year’s, or a ruthless henchman who goes with his boss to collect a debt. He can handle it all. One day, he gets a big job. A wealthy, high-profile bachelor is being hounded by a persistent suitor and can’t take it anymore. He needs an actor to help him put an end to the trouble. Qiao Yu: Mr. Shang, what type do you need? Sweet and innocent? Elegant? Sultry? Shang Mujun: One that’ll make sure they never bother me again. Qiao Yu gets it. “Understood. I’ll do my best to play your tough, feisty boyfr, ” Shang Mujun considers it for a moment. “No. You’ll play my troublemaking son, born from a fling I had when I was fifteen.” Qiao Yu: ? Is that even right? Shang Mujun: The pay is 200,000 a day, paid daily. Benefits and bonuses are extra. Qiao Yu: All right, Daddy! I’m great at causing trouble, Daddy! Sorry, Dad I’ve never met! Being the son of a wealthy big shot is a lot of fun, but rich families really are a mess. The big shot’s troublemaker son was already making enough trouble, but someone still drugged the big shot’s drink, hoping to get pregnant and marry into the family. The good news: The big shot didn’t drink a drop, so there was no need to worry about accidentally making a real son. The bad news: His fake son, hard at work causing trouble, snatched the glass with a scoff and downed it in one go. The day the job ended, Qiao Yu felt both happy and a little melancholy. Happy because of all those zeros in his bank balance. Melancholy because his fake father-son relationship with the big shot hadn’t ended on a good note. Instead... A little bit of something decidedly adult had gotten mixed in, entirely by accident. One day, Qiao Yu got another call from a wealthy family. - Recently, the Fu family of Nancheng found their young master, who had been missing for many years, and the entire circle of wealthy families was abuzz. Those with only a casual relationship with the Fu family waited quietly to see a joke. Word was that the young master had grown up in an orphanage and supported himself by working eight jobs a day. He was a tacky country bumpkin who could never fit into high society. At the banquet the Fu family had held especially for him, however, the young man appeared before a crowd of onlookers. Bright-eyed and handsome, bold and uninhibited, he was every inch a pampered young master raised in the lap of luxury. What’s more, a major figure from Beicheng personally came to offer his congratulations, leaving countless people stunned. Qiao Yu was cornered on the terrace by a man who had rushed over. The imposing figure loomed over him, pinning him in a corner with nowhere to escape. “Xiao Yu, what kind of son are you going to play this time?” Shang Mujun’s eyes were dark. “When you’re all worked up, will you throw yourself into his arms and call him Daddy, too?” Qiao Yu froze. He glanced nervously behind the man. “Uh, well...” “This time, I’m not pretending.” Shang Mujun froze, too. He slowly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a livid expression: Qiao Yu’s father. His real father. Shang Mujun: ?! Wait. Shang Mujun: … Shang Mujun: That’s not what I meant. Shang Mujun: Dad! Listen to me! [Versatile Xiao Yu × two-faced Daddy. The top and bottom have a nine-year age gap. Check it out in my author page! ^3^] Theme: Find yourself amid the currents of fate.