By day, I'm a top relationship counselor, specializing in lovesick fools.
A banner hangs on the wall: "A masterful cure for doomed relationships."
A client sobs, "He says I can't compare to his first love!"
I hand her The Stand-In's Guide to Fighting Back. "Next month, he'll be calling you his queen."
At night, I'm a wicked female side character, and I have to complete the devoted-puppy plotlines of twenty-five novels at once.
The pay is eight million, but I only earned one yuan from my first job.
So I snack on sunflower seeds in a warehouse while meeting my KPIs, and casually teach the male and female leads a lesson.
Every male lead is a "project" in my files, and every female lead is a "case study" in my lesson plans.
Later, at the System's annual gathering,
the female leads I'd counseled are swapping tips on "acquiring their ex-boyfriends' companies."
Their male leads crowd backstage, asking,
"Can you customize a 'groveling-to-win-back-your-wife' script?"
I put up a new sign:
[Male Lead Makeover Package: 20% off your first order, pay based on results.]
P.S. This is some unhinged fiction with no logic. Please leave your brain here before reading.
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