After the college entrance exams, I became bound to a life-choice System. With its help, I picked a remote third-tier college for my cousin, and six months later it was upgraded to a first-tier university. I found my male cousin an overweight girlfriend, who turned out to be a secretly wealthy heiress, and he married into her rich family. I chose an unfinished apartment building for my aunt, and a key high school was later built nearby. The building suddenly became a school-district property, and its value increased tenfold. Everyone profited from the System. Everyone but me, who paid a terrible price. Before I was thirty, my hair had turned completely white, and my body failed. As I lay dying, my male and female cousins forced my parents to sign over their property. My female cousin, her nails painted a vivid red, snatched up the contract and leaned over me with a laugh. “You really thought we didn’t know? Every time you use the System, it shortens your life. Otherwise, do you think we’d have let you have it?” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my cousin threw the college application form in front of me.
