Xu Chen's grades in high school were nothing to write home about.
He struggled his way to his senior year, when the Washed-Up Idol Reversal System suddenly loaded.
[At age X, you took part in an audition for trainees during college. Thanks to your heaven-defying looks and... looks, you debuted by a landslide.]
[At age X, at the peak of your career, your rivals and the people around you conspired to frame you, exposing a "selecting concubines" scandal. Your reputation was ruined overnight, and the entire internet condemned you. Though the allegations were later clarified as malicious slander, the sky-high penalties for breaking luxury-brand contracts had already drained you dry, leaving you penniless.]
[From age X to age X, you lived alone in a rental room measuring less than ten square meters, swallowing your resentment and regret with cheap liquor. Staring at your haggard reflection, you let out an enraged roar.]
"You say that's me? That's not me at all!" Xu Chen was baffled.
But... paying attention in class = script comprehension +1 = better understanding of textbooks?
Asking questions = method acting experience +1 = improved problem-solving skills?
Playing basketball = physique +1 = better fitness?
And exams count as auditions, with rewards of money for climbing the rankings?
Winning school awards raises your star status, with achievements ranging from bit-part actor all the way to Golden Best Actor!
Tsk. Xu Chen slowly fell into deep thought.
