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Leng Hongru is the scumbag at the bottom of the grade, while Zhao Wanxin is the academic god above the clouds. When he was forcibly bound by the "Extreme Counterattack" system, his first task was to yell at the school beauty in public: "You have rice grains at the corner of your mouth!" Leng Hongru's death scene exploded, and Zhao Wanxin's century-old frost mask was cracked inch by inch. In the physics test, he was forced to go on stage to solve over-the-top questions and write a screen full of calculus in chalk. Zhao Wanxin's pupils trembled as she looked at the unfamiliar symbol: "You... Cheated?" A scarlet warning popped up in the system: "Ten consecutive victory missions in the fighting arena, forced to start--"

Zhou Yanxun huddled in the car repair ditch tightening screws, his greasy hands turned red from the cold under the leaky and broken umbrella. When the boss forced him to sing happy birthday to the guests, his broken gong voice made the whole audience burst into laughter. Suddenly there was a "ding" sound, the God of Song system was successfully bound, and the initial reward unlocked peak singing skills. At the moment when "Boundless Sea and Sky" stunned the audience, the sound of piano strings came from the corner. Zhou Yanxun turned around in shock and bumped into his brother Zhou Yunyi who was also shocked - a wage earner whose edges had been smoothed by life. He grabbed the broken acoustic guitar played by his brother and dragged him to the stage in front of everyone's dull eyes: "Why are you standing there? My brother can play much better than you!"

Before Leng Hongru took his last breath, the scene was frozen in his retinas. His goddess Fang Yuqing stood high on the steps. In his hand was a limited edition cat's claw thermal bag that he had queued up to buy at five in the morning. She picked up a piece of delicate cream cake and flicked her wrist back casually. There was no expression on his face, just a hint of mockery. The expensive snacks drew a parabola, and her golden retriever jumped up and grabbed it with precision, its tail wagging happily. Leng Hongru's throat tightened, and spiderweb-like black spots exploded in front of his eyes, hitting the cold ground heavily. The pain swallowed everything. Warm blood spread over his cheeks, and the smell of rust filled his nose. The last thing that disappeared was the cold and biting arc at the corners of Fang Yuqing's lips.