An Otome World Without a Name Change Card

I’m a player, and I transmigrated into an otome game with my max-level, max-affection account. That was how it was supposed to go, but... To get a laugh, I set my username to "Motherfucker." The gentle senior spoke softly: "Motherfucker, did you sleep well last night? It’s getting colder, so remember to keep warm." The domineering CEO raised an eyebrow: "You seem to just about meet my standards. Come with me to the banquet tonight, Motherfucker." The tsundere boy tousled his messy hair: "I-I wasn’t waiting for you, Motherfucker! Don’t get the wrong idea!" My deadpan top-student deskmate pushed over the answers: "...If you can’t solve this, you can ask me, Motherfucker." No! Please, anything but this! Why does every sentence have to include my name?! With a name like that, I can’t get into romance at all. I’ve lost all interest, and this game doesn’t even have a rename card. Logging out is nowhere in sight. Am I going to have to spend the rest of my life with this awful name? In this strange world, I finally met someone who made fun of my name. "Are you my partner, Zhangben Salmon Dream?" "...Yeah. Let’s work together and do our best to beat this world without rename cards, Motherfucker." I wrote this short story a long time ago. Some of you may have seen it on Weibo, but that forum is gone now. I felt that my work was being used as a tool to drive traffic, so I found a way to bring it back here. Complete. I’ll never write short stories on other platforms again. I repent. I’ll get the document organized and post the whole thing in a few days. Stay tuned. Theme: Break free from the virtual world and return to reality.