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In the bedroom, Jiang Mo stared gravely at his phone screen.

In his QQ chat list, those marked as special concern were almost entirely filled with his messages; the other side only replied once in a while, and even then, the responses were limited to “I’m sleepy,” “Oh,” “Mm,” “Okay,” “Haha,” “Is that so,” “Maybe,” “Let’s talk later,” “Not sure”… Anyone who’s ever played the clown knows what this means.

Jiang Mo could basically conclude that his unrequited love had gone to waste.

He’d recently come to his senses.

But today he needed to conduct an experiment to verify something…

To be precise, a system.

After hesitating for a while, he typed a few words on his phone—words that weighed heavily for any lovesick fool:

“Hu Yuen, I like you.”

At the same time, a string of characters appeared in his mind—

[Omniscient Counterattack System]

[Tomorrow is the beginning-of-term exam for your senior year. Your heart isn’t set on studying, but aches at the thought of parting from your goddess after graduation. This summer, you’ve resolved to confess.]

[What you don’t know is that Hu Yuen, who appears gentle, kind, and enthusiastic, is in fact a woman who delights in toying with others’ emotions—a mischievous, controlling villainess.]

Jiang Mo was suspicious about this. Though he no longer harbored illusions about Hu Yuen, this “prophet system” was actually telling him that the goddess he’d secretly loved for so long was a bad woman…

It was as if, on some obscure website, he’d stumbled upon a scandalous video