Chapter One: The Omniscient System? Nothing But Scandalous Secrets About Beautiful Girls!

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 of the pure first love of his youth.

Worse than losing one’s white moonlight was discovering that the white moonlight had rotted.

The pain was overwhelming.

Jiang Mo planned to use the system’s “foreknowledge” function, following its prompts to verify whether Hu Yuen’s dark side was real.

[Predicting the future…]

[You open QQ and confess directly to Hu Yuen.]

[She quickly prepares a reply but withholds it, leaving you anxiously staring at ‘the other party is typing’ and losing your mind, writhing around on the bed.]

[You wait ten minutes before she finally sends a message.]

[The message reads: “Jiang Mo, in my heart you’ve always been a very, very good boy, but shouldn’t our focus in senior year be on our studies?”]

Following the system’s guidance, Jiang Mo waited the full ten minutes, to the second, and Hu Yuen sent a message identical, word for word, to the system’s prediction.

Damn…

[Her seemingly rational advice is just a smokescreen. She’ll steer the conversation back to studying: “Speaking of studies, Jiang Mo, I’ve always wanted to join the honors class. I heard tomorrow’s entrance exam will determine class placements. Did you know?”]

“I know. Yuen, are you confident?” Jiang Mo replied, now half-convinced by the system but still curious to see just how bad Hu Yuen could be.

[You fall into the trap she’s set. Her grades are similar to yours, both on the brink of moving up… So…]

[“Jiang Mo, I’m not confident, but I really want it. What if I do badly? There are so few places…”]

[You, besotted and unable to bear her sadness, feel it’s your moment to give. You reply…]

“Yuen, it’s fine, really. At worst, I’ll just purposely do badly, haha. I won’t compete with you.”

After typing these words, Jiang Mo broke out in a cold sweat. Was this really something he’d say himself? He needed a translation even for himself.

[She gets the answer she wants and feigns retreat: “Really?! Thank you, Momo, I understand how you feel, but don’t joke about your future…”]

[You only find her all the more kind, and become resolute in your devotion. Next, she draws a grand promise: “After the college entrance exams, I think I’ll have the courage to respond to your feelings.”]

[…Ten thousand words omitted…]

[You’re so excited you can’t sleep all night, and you treat the next day’s exam as a tribute to your goddess, performing poorly on purpose.]

[Your results are disastrous; Hu Yuen advances to the honors class, and afterward, her occasional words of concern keep you dangling with hope. You waste your studies in pursuit of love, fail the college entrance exam, and just when you expect to win her heart, you discover she’s long since blocked you.]

[Her reason: she has no need for a weak, obsequious admirer; she’s lost her sense of control over you.]

As these abstract glimpses of the future surfaced in Jiang Mo’s mind, his hands trembled as he typed.

Just how pathetic am I, according to this system?!

Who would believe such a cliché as “let’s talk after the college entrance exam”? Whose IP address are you using, system, Dunhuang’s? Why are there so many murals?

Jiang Mo, now agitated, decided to drop the act. The system’s exposé on Hu Yuen was likely accurate.

If that’s the case, then why pretend? To hell with anyone who toys with my feelings.

From now on, pure love can’t buy me off!

But pure gold might.

His attention returned to QQ—

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Really?! Thank you, Momo, I know how you feel, but don’t joke about your future…

She called me Momo!

A boiling rage rose in his chest.

[‘Taciturn’]: Oh, is that so? Then I’ll try hard tomorrow and secure a spot in the honors class.

After Jiang Mo replied, there was a long silence.

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Mm, haha, but I hope you don’t tire yourself out. Health comes before studies! (smile) (heart)

[‘Taciturn’]: Fine, then I won’t play tonight.

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: ?

(The other party has recalled a message. Guess what it was?)

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Jiang Mo, what are you talking about? I don’t understand.

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Jiang Mo, I thought about it—you’re a good guy, handsome and decent at school. After the college entrance exam, it’s not impossible for us… But I hope boys can give a bit more for girls…

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: And isn’t that supposed to be your duty? You’re so responsible—I’m sure you won’t refuse, right?

Duty, my ass! Screw you!

[‘Taciturn’]: You really want me to give more? Isn’t sincerity enough?

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Sincerity is important, but it has to be backed by actions that girls can see, right? (cute) (cute)

[‘Taciturn’]: Then tonight, it’s your turn.

[‘Taciturn’]: Dragon meme.jpg

[‘Taciturn’]: (I don’t care about this or that).jpg

[‘Taciturn’]: Just doing what comes naturally.

Isn’t this another kind of giving, after all?

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: Are you crazy?!

[‘Taciturn’]: (super cute bubble voice) Baby, is loving you a disease too?

[‘Yuen Loves Study’]: I’ve never met anyone like you!

[‘Taciturn’]: Then you’ve really lived a life.

…..

(You’ve added the other party to your blacklist.)

That was satisfying.

Jiang Mo let out a long breath, feeling liberated.

[Omniscient Counterattack System]

[You’ve exposed Hu Yuen’s true nature, altering your life’s trajectory. At the same time, though, you’ve aroused the girl’s wicked sense of fun…]

[Reward acquired: Memory Bread (for ten hours after consumption, you can memorize everything you see; cooldown: one week), Status Refresher Potion (eliminates all mental and physical fatigue, restoring you to prime state! Cooldown: three days)]

So this was the proper use of the system—to exploit informational advantage, expose the truth, and change your fate.

Jiang Mo had been in a daze for days because of the system, his exam prep incomplete.

If only he’d known he could claim rewards!

He’d thought he was possessed—cursed by this damned system’s voice in his head, “slandering” his “goddess.”

But on second thought, if it’s all true, then it’s a good system.

Now he’d seen through the illusion. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late. Science subjects didn’t need much prep, and English was his main weakness.

The college entrance exam only covered thirty-five hundred words. With ten hours of Memory Bread, he could reread all of Battle Through the Heavens—how could he not memorize the vocab?

One thing the system said stayed with him—

“A weak, obsequious admirer.”

To hell with that bitch.

“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west! I…”

Just as Jiang Mo was releasing his dramatic resentment, a sudden banging on his door interrupted him.

It was loud enough to make an outsider think the FBI had come knocking.

“If you’re not dead, open up.” The banging stopped, and a voice came from behind the door.

It was clear and pleasant—a girl’s voice, but so full of lifeless disdain and irritation.

On the other side of the door was his childhood friend.

“I’m busy. Go play somewhere else,” Jiang Mo replied, just as rudely.

That’s how it was with childhood friends. They were so familiar you’d want to bury each other, and at some point, mutual annoyance became the norm.

Jiang Wanfeng, the girl who shared a rented apartment with him near their high school, had grown up with him. She’d lost her mother in fifth grade—not that she had a gambling father or a leech of a brother…

But her personality was terrible—unreasonable, emotionally unintelligent. Aside from long legs, a slim waist, a well-shaped rear, fair skin, beauty, and a sweet voice, she had no redeeming features—maybe nice feet at most.

Though they didn’t get along, their families were close, so they rented together to attend school.

“Bang!”

Jiang Wanfeng barged in, slamming the door open.

She wore only an oversized shirt, barely concealing her treasure-like figure. Her eyes were autumn-clear, skin porcelain, shoulders graceful as crescent moons, hair tousled about her.

Below—slender, alabaster legs, one foot half in a slipper, the other likely kicked off.

“Jiang Mo, are you looking for death?” Her cold tone made it easy to ignore her beauty and allure.

“What are you yelling about at night? Don’t you know it’s noisy?”

Jiang Wanfeng hated disturbances and was clearly annoyed by Jiang Mo’s earlier shout.

No wonder—the girl had come to confront him in nothing but an oversized shirt and those long, pale legs.

“I’m a mama’s boy. My mom said to wear pants before talking to people.” Jiang Mo covered his eyes, sneaking a peek at Jiang Wanfeng’s white legs through his fingers.

He had to admit—her looks and figure were flawless. It was just her temper that was rotten.

“Tsk.” The girl rolled her eyes, tugging her shirt down to cover her hips, face calm.

“I’m wearing something.”

“Where? I’m a student—I have the right to check.”

“Pervert.” A hint of embarrassment flared on her cold little face.

“Underwear doesn’t count,” Jiang Mo added.

“So what if I’m not wearing any? If you’ve got the guts, come look!” Jiang Wanfeng finally snapped.

“You said it. And I won’t just look, I’ll even…” Jiang Mo was about to banter as usual when the system interrupted.

[Omniscient Counterattack System]

[Your so-called nemesis, Jiang Wanfeng, is far more complicated than she appears.]

[Hidden beneath her icy exterior is a deep-rooted affection for you.]

[Yet the girl herself is unaware of her feelings; her pride and brashness serve to conceal her timid affection.]

[Over time, blame and annoyance have become her way of expressing love.]

[She enjoys seeing you flustered after each fight, but sometimes she likes being bullied by you…]

[She’s been secretly watching you, has noticed your recent distractions, and knows it’s about Hu Yuen. She guessed you’d be unable to contain your emotions tonight…]

[She deliberately dressed messily, wearing only a shirt, and provoked you, hoping that a quarrel—the only way she knows—might comfort you.]

[But…]

[She suddenly had a mischievous idea, wanting to take advantage and tempt you to admire her beauty…]

[Would you like to foresee the future? (Note: outcome is uncertain, limited uses.)]

Jiang Mo, shocked, instinctively chose “yes.”

[Predicting the future…]

[You think it’s just the usual banter, certain she wouldn’t really let her guard down—after all, she claims to despise you. So you do as she says…]

[The sight beneath the young maiden’s skirt is something you’ll never forget.]

[Jiang Wanfeng feels regret and embarrassment, but with things as they are, she uses it as leverage, crying and forcing you to compensate her…]

[Since her mother’s funeral, you’ve never seen this seemingly domineering, cold girl cry again.]

[Still immature, you panic and comply with her every demand.]

[After the college entrance exam, she forces you to attend the same university, still living under the same roof. Her pride prevents her from confessing, so she relies on ‘blackmail’ to get her way.]

[You’re together, yet not quite; you do everything couples do, but you’re not really a couple.]

[Jiang Wanfeng becomes pregnant…]

[Prediction ends…]

Who could have guessed that one careless act would wreck his whole life.

Seriously, girl, is this how you want things?

If he kept foreseeing the future, his own heart would collapse.

“Hey… why are you just standing there?” Jiang Wanfeng, seeing Jiang Mo lost in thought, grinning foolishly at her, grew either nervous or shy.

Jiang Mo observed her reaction—however indifferent she pretended to be, she was clearly aware of the consequences…

“Jiang Wanfeng, you wouldn’t… be serious, would you?” Jiang Mo dropped the lewd grin and swallowed.

“Me…?” A flicker of guilt and surprise crossed her eyes.

Jiang Wanfeng hesitated, biting her lip, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

Time and the girl both seemed to falter.

“Of course not. Who’d be so dumb as to let you look for free?”

Exactly you, Jiang Mo thought.

“If you don’t want to look, forget it. Wasn’t planning on it anyway…” The proud girl quickly patched things up, masking her fluster with cold indifference.

“I’m going to bed. Don’t make another sound, got it?”

“Mm…”

“Mm? What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t brush me off.”

“You can break it into two syllables,” Jiang Mo replied, playing it cool.

“Just die.” She left in a fluster, her scent trailing behind.

Jiang Mo remained bewildered for a long while, until the system popped up again.

[Omniscient Counterattack System]

[You’ve dodged this particular fork in your life, but your ending hasn’t changed.]

[You’re too careless around Jiang Wanfeng, and she underestimates her feelings for you. Living under the same roof, sparks are inevitable…]

[Ten years from now, your fate is…]

Jiang Mo gave a wry smile.

This isn’t some omniscient system—

It’s blatantly an exposé system for beautiful girls’ secrets!

So everyone around me is a predator? Is there not a single normal soul?

The “white moonlight” is a manipulator; the nemesis childhood friend is even more outrageous…

Forget it. What’s done is done. Time to study.

He swallowed the Memory Bread, opened his long-neglected vocabulary book.

Page one, almost tauntingly—

“Abandon—to give up…”

That night, not only he, but two young women also remained wide awake.