Chapter 2 five million
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It doesn't sound legit... but d*mn, it's tempting."
Tang Tang raised an eyebrow as she lifted the kitten by the scruff of its neck, staring into its innocent, wide eyes."Wait a minute. A spend-to-earn system? Whose money are we spending here? Don’t tell me it’s mine. If so, you might as well kill me now."
She was broke. Not kinda broke—flatline broke.
The kitten blinked, clearly judging her.
[Of course it’s the system’s money. Host, you're seriously poor.]
“…Excuse me?”
With a polite smile, Tang Tang gently tightened her grip on the kitten’s neck.“Careful what you say, furball. That wasn’t very nice.”
The system-possessed kitten wiggled in her hand until she let go.
"I did save your life, remember? You owe me," she said, crossing her arms.
[Naturally! I’m not here to scam you!]
Tang Tang glanced at the kitten’s perfectly healthy hind legs and narrowed her eyes.“Systems are supposed to be advanced, right? So… why are you a limping kitten?”
She swore she saw a flicker of embarrassment on the feline face.
[Energy shortage. I got lost. Had to bind to the nearest available creature. This kitten was already dead, by the way. I’m only using it temporarily until I can revert back into a pure consciousness form.]
Wow. Useless and awkward.
She didn't say it out loud, but she thought it. Loudly.
“So what do you need me to do?”
The system ignored her question and instead projected a translucent interface in front of her.
[Please review your identity panel, Host.]
Name: Tang TangGender: FemaleAge: 19Height: 170 cmWeight: 75 kgAttractiveness: 40 (Rough gem)Voice: 60 (Pleasant enough)Background: OrphanAssets: 0
"Wait… 19?"
Something clicked in Tang Tang’s head. She rushed to the bathroom—and stared back at her teenage self in the mirror.
Yep. This was her at 19. Round cheeks, acne, and just slightly overweight thanks to the stress of high school and hormonal chaos.
Back in college, she had worked her butt off to lose all that weight—jogging, jumping rope, skipping elevators, and hustling part-time jobs just to survive.
“…Did I just get reborn after graduation?” she asked slowly.
[Correct! Your 26-year-old body died. We placed you back into your 19-year-old version.]
Great. Now she had to go through that hell all over again.
“Hey, System,” she asked sweetly, “do your missions come with rewards?”
[Absolutely! Beauty pills, shares in companies, luxury items—you name it.]
Tang Tang’s eyes lit up.
“So, all I have to do is… spend money?”
[Yes! You spend, we generate energy. Some goes to the system, and some comes back to you as rewards.]
Tang Tang wasn’t born yesterday.
She crossed her arms. “Look, I may be poor, but people know I’m poor. Orphan, student loans, side gigs… If I suddenly drop millions like it's nothing, doesn’t that seem suspicious?”
[Host can choose to blur or alter background information. Your public identity is currently blank. You’re free to rebuild it however you wish.]
Tang Tang raised a brow, intrigued. “So… I can create my own persona?”
[Exactly! You can construct your family history, appearance, financial background, education—everything. And as you complete system missions, the assets will be integrated into your life seamlessly.]
Perfect.
Tang Tang’s heart beat a little faster. A custom identity? A blank slate? Who hadn’t fantasized about living a Mary Sue life while reading trashy web novels as a kid?
Her eyes sparkled.Why not aim big? She’d establish a legendary background, infiltrate the elite circles, build a family empire—maybe even dominate the business world.
She had a system now. She could afford to dream bigger.
[Ding—Mission List Updated]
A glowing screen popped up in front of her.
Mission 1:Spend 5 million yuan within 2 hours through legal means.Reward: 1 Beauty Enhancement Pill, 1 Centurion Black Gold Credit Card
“Legal? How legal are we talking?”
Tang Tang was no fool. Vague language was a red flag.
[Examples include: livestream donations, luxury shopping, real estate purchases, or investments.]
[However, the system advises caution. If you draw too much attention, local governments may flag you as a security concern.]
Now that gave her pause.
Yeah… she hadn’t thought about that. Even if the system covered its tracks, throwing millions around overnight would definitely raise eyebrows. Monitoring systems would catch unusual banking activity.
“How flashy is too flashy?”
[Causing widespread public disturbance, trending on social media, or prompting government inquiries.]
“I’d rather not get arrested, thanks.”
[Host’s identity is currently classified. Any inquiry will return a “restricted clearance” message. You’re safe—for now.]
Tang Tang exhaled. "Two hours to blow five mil? Piece of cake."
She pulled out her phone and opened her livestream app.
Old-school, sure—but effective. Once the beauty pill kicked in, she'd look totally different. Better to spend the money online than risk exposure in public.
Safe. Simple. Fast.
She grinned as she opened the “Tomato Live” app.
Time to make a scene.
The money had already been transferred to her account. The first stream she clicked was some gaming dude—boring. She swiped past. Then, without warning, the app dropped her into a near-empty room.
Weird.
No streamer. Just a tiny bedroom, one clean bed, and a tidy desk.
Only a dozen viewers. The room was plain but well-kept. The streamer’s name? YouFeng.
She was about to back out—when she heard footsteps.
A pale, slender hand picked up the phone. A soft, shy voice echoed in the room:
"New here? Welcome, ILoveCandy. You can request a song for just one pair of sunglasses."
Nice voice. Gentle, a little raspy. Teen boy, maybe?
Camera only showed his body—black T-shirt, slim frame, guitar in hand.
Tang Tang smirked and dropped a 200 yuan sports car gift into the chat.
ILoveCandy: "Sing whatever you like."
If he sounded good, she’d keep going. She wasn’t going to waste money on a tone-deaf teenager.
YouFeng looked at the gift, leaned in, and his sharp jawline came into view.
“I’ll sing something from my favorite artist,” he said, fingers brushing the strings. “This one’s called Snow on the Broken Bridge.”
His voice drifted through the room—melodic, sincere. His hands were long and graceful, plucking each note with quiet confidence.
Tang Tang stared.
Those hands…
She started tapping the screen. Gifts exploded like fireworks.
Romantic Carnival: ¥5,000.
Click. Another. And another.
The comments section went wild:
BigBadWolf: ???PlzNoMoreExams: OMG RICH LADY ALERT?!HandsomeLookHere: Marry me, Sugar Mommy!!
Meanwhile, the boy kept singing, totally focused.
As the platform-wide gift banner blasted his room to every other stream, thousands of curious users poured in—only to stop in stunned silence.
Wait.This wasn’t a mega-streamer collab.It was just… a quiet boy, a guitar, and a sugar mommy blowing up the feed.
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