Growing up, I was praised by people around me for being beautiful, smart, sweet-tongued, and very lovable. I enjoy living in the spotlight, so I strive for perfection and be the first in everything.
Perfectly dressed, pretty face.
First place in the class.
Impeccable popularity.
Even if I can suddenly see a cursed spirit, possess magical power, and accidentally step into another side of the world, I still want to be the strongest and the most eye-catching one.
But on the first day of school, I met the real genius in this world.
Curse Spirit Manipulation, Six Eyes, and Reversal Techniques.
On the training ground, White Hair knocked me down at the same time, sat on my lap, and laughed at me: "You are so weak. Can you really be a spellcaster? You won't be scared to cry when you encounter a spell spirit."
The black-haired man with a deceptive face said kindly, "Don't bully girls, Satoru."
The only good female co-worker picked me up and used a reversal technique to heal my wounds, so that I didn't have to worry about childish DK words.
I gritted my teeth, the unprecedented humiliation welled up in my heart, and glared at them fiercely. Jealousy and darkness grew in my heart. I began to train and study day and night, focusing on them, imitating their fighting postures. Their names were written densely in the notebook. When I returned to the dormitory, I prayed to the moon every day that they died suddenly in a car accident.
When I was on the verge of death on a mission, I bound to the system, and the system told me that I was going the wrong way. I was a chosen Jedi, not a spellcaster, and I was not using magic power, but the Force.
I regained my confidence, quietly became stronger, and waited for the exchange meeting to overwhelm the audience and let them know what it means to be east of the river for thirty years, to the west of the river for thirty years, and not to bully the Jedi.
But at the exchange meeting, the Kyoto School's Zen Academy confessed to me while their swords were clashing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the two strongest men running over and were stunned. My brain twitched and I agreed.
Then I rode on Chanyuan's body and punched him. Even if we were in love, I wouldn't get used to his bad mouth. I am perfect, and my boyfriend must be perfect too.
Walking over at the same time, two different faces exuded the same air-conditioning, smiling and asking me not to joke.
I gave Chanyuan a sip, kissed Chanyuan's face, and looked over provocatively, "Introduce me, my boyfriend, alive."
Not a paper person.
You two are stupid, even if you are single, I will be the first.
When the astral incident happened, because the force predicted it in advance, I tried to turn the tide and refused the outcome of Tokyo's fall, and successfully committed suicide.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a high school student again. The Force was sealed and I was upgraded from scratch.
Pain Mask.
What's even more painful is that my first place was taken away by a guy named Yi Gu.
1. As always, the cp is undecided. I am a Jedi warrior in the magic world, a super lightsaber player, and a growth and upgrade flow.
2. Copywriting 6.10.
3. I will be so angry that I can't control my tears. I have to have a high sense of self-esteem and a stubborn personality. I am perfect and popular on the surface but laugh at my mortal enemies. In reality, I am prone to darkness, distortion, jealousy, and assassinations in my dreams every day. I chew.
Intention: Waiting for the wind to come is worse than chasing the wind
