Crying counts as time
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6:00 AMAnno rolled around her bed hugging a pillow, her eyes sparkling like a raccoon who'd just discovered a diamond-encrusted trash can. Let me introduce you to our heroine: 18-year-old heiress to a chaebol empire, self-proclaimed "Most Breathtaking Beauty of Chenhai," and professional disappointment to her family's IQ expectations. While the world saw her as a walking champagne bubble - all sparkle and zero substance - Anno fancied herself a dormant genius. "Tiger fathers don't raise kitten daughters!" she'd declare, imagining future boardroom conquests that definitely didn't involve accidentally purchasing t****k instead of Tesla stocks.
Every time she announced "I'm gonna start my own business!" her CEO father would slowly remove his glasses like a disappointed anime villain. "Sweetheart," he'd sigh, "are you trying to bankrupt us on purpose?" The family motto might as well be "Shop till you drop, but never open a shop."
Enter today's game-changer: a life simulation system that arrived like a cosmic pizza delivery right when her ambition was starving. "Finally!" Anno squealed, nearly faceplanting into her silk pillowcase. "Time to show them who's the boss!"
[Welcome to Love Simulation][First-time reward: Free Character Card Draw!][Drawing... Whoa, golden legend!][Obtained S-rank card: "Unwavering Ambition - Yuan Shenglin"]
The card revealed a brooding Adonis in white linen, his gaze angled at some invisible existential crisis. The caption read:"A diamond in the rough who'll make you question all life choices. Currently priced: One (1) clueless heiress."
"Hehehe Yuan Shenglin~ Yuan Shenglin~" Anno crooned, rotating the holographic image like a kid with a new Pokémon card. "With this hottie, how could I possibly lose?"
[Your story begins on a rainy afternoon...][As your new tutor, Yuan's astrophysics lecture goes in one ear and out the other. But who needs equations when his jawline could solve world hunger? Intellect +1][After class, you slip him 800 yuan 'tip' - chump change to you, life-changing ramen money to him. Wealth -800][Yuan's affection level upgraded to 'Friendly']
"Boom! Social butterfly mode activated!" Anno fist-pumped the air. S-rank characters were supposed to be harder to c***k than quantum physics, yet she'd bypassed the "Awkward Small Talk" phase entirely. Take that, family group chat!
[Being a rich recluse with crippling social anxiety, your life skills make spoiled Persian cats look functional. But seeing your sudden academic enthusiasm (read: thirst), Dad extends Yuan's contract.][Seven days pass. Your grand ambitions? Still collecting dust with last season's Gucci.]
"Pfft, who says I'm not strategic?" Anno huffed at the hologram. "I'm like... like a luxury yacht! Quiet but powerful! ...Okay maybe more like a decorative fountain, but still!"
[Disaster strikes: Dad's plane crashes. The An Empire crumbles faster than a cookie in milk. Distant relatives swarm like vultures in Armani suits. You're evicted via shady loan documents, reduced to sobbing in a crumbling suburban house that screams 'horror movie setting'.][Enter Yuan during a home invasion scene straight from a K-drama: Drunk Thug™ threatening you → Yuan's heroic roundhouse kick → Cue slow-mo hair flip.]
Tears pooled in Anno's eyes. "He came for me when even my goldfish abandoned ship! Yuan's my guardian angel!"
Meanwhile in Yuan's POV:"Seriously? I get stiffed IRL and in simulations? Where's my freaking paycheck?!" He stared at the sobbing heiress plastered to his now-snotty shirt. "Tears won't pay my bills, princess."
[Options:]A. Seduce the trauma awayB. Play therapistC. Demand payment (+5% late fee)
"Obviously C!" Yuan deadpanned. "This isn't Hallmark Channel!"
[You tactfully inquire about repayment...][Bad move. Waterworks intensify. Your shirt now qualifies as saline solution.]
Yuan sighed. Her tragic backstory mirrored his own life - mom's remarriage turned him into Cinderella without the glass slippers. "Fine," he grumbled, "might as well play white knight. At least the game'll give me achievement points."
[Through legal battles worthy of a John Grisham novel, you recover some assets. Final scene: Sunset farewell where Anno gazes longingly as you walk away, because rich girl/poor boy tropes demand tragic beauty.]
[Rating: C][Review: Bro forgot to flirt! Where's the romance? I want refund for my butterflies!]
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