I'm Ji Gong Chaowu, an utterly ordinary INTJ. Most INTJ stereotypes apply to me, but I don't want to put on an extrovert's mask, and there's no need to. As long as I have the System's live map, no one can find me when I don't want to be found.
As an innocent transmigrator, I owe my being in this world largely to the Happy Life System. When this heaven-sent Madonna (no offense intended) appeared, she was sobbing and sniffling as she said she wanted to make every unhappy person happy.
"Coward. You're even afraid of happiness. Even cotton can hurt you, and sometimes happiness can hurt you, too." I said calmly, like Dazai Osamu. But the System cried even harder when it heard me.
I was a little speechless. Whatever, I was never good at dealing with this type.
And so, my happy school life began.
Theme: I don't know what the theme is yet. I'll add one when I think of it.
It's quite a novel subject, but INTJ shouldn't be so weak, right?