After Losing Weight, All the Goddesses in the School Felt Bad

The day my confession was rejected, the system found me. System: "I can make you handsome." Me: "Can it make me rich?" System: "Can't." Me: "Then why should I become handsome?" The system went silent. "... When you become handsome, rich people will naturally come to you." Me: "Speak clearly." System: "... You have become handsome. Let the school beauty look for you. The school beauty's family is rich." Me: "Hey, that makes sense."