Chapter 1: Attracting F1’s Attention
The sky was on the verge of rain. Heavy haze piled up into thick clouds, brewing a storm. A gray fog blotted out the sun, and in the dim, oppressive atmosphere, figures hurried by.
In front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a young man bent down, carefully tending to a scrawny kitten beside his hand.
He looked frail. His brow bone was high but not sharp, and his phoenix eyes were languid yet noble. He wore a shirt that was white-washed and faded but tidy, and canvas wide-leg pants that were sturdy and durable. From a distance, he looked porcelain-white and docile, pure and unaffected.
However, the gazes of passersby were filled with nothing but disdain.
At this time, on this road…
5:00 PM, White Tower Path. This was the route the campus celebrity, F1 Jiang Xinian, was bound to take.
Many people, hoping for a chance to cling to Jiang Xinian, would direct and star in their own little dramas here. Every day, someone just “happened” to be feeding a cat with pure cuteness right in front of F1, or artistically reading a book recommended by Jiang Xinian aloud. There were twisted ankles, falls, people getting soaked in the rain, lost items, and people crashing into F1ās arms while clutching books… it was an endless stream.
Scripts like feeding cats in the rain or shielding flowers and grass from the storm were already clichƩ.
Fortunately, the “actor” directing this scene today was truly beautiful.
Shi Huaibai was paleāso pale his blood vessels were visible. His fingernails were trimmed clean and flat. He stroked the glossy cat under his hand rhythmically, while his other hand held a ham sausage.
This gesture of caring for a small animal made Shi Huaibai look like the only pure white jasmine flower amidst the gray fogāa beauty that was fresh and refined.
Pitter-patter… It began to rain.
Raindrops fell unexpectedly into Shi Huaibai’s clear eyes. The sound of rain mixed with footsteps, creating a noisy, irritable clamor.
Inside Shi Huaibai’s cranial space, the System’s muttering was louder than the rain drumming on the pavement.
[Host, quick, turn around! Look, that is F1.]
[F1, Jiang Xinian. Student Council President of LB Noble Academy, son of the M Group plutocrat. His ancestors had immense influence, big shots in the political circle. Jiang Xinian has inherited the family’s tradition of having ‘honey on his lips but a sword in his belly.’ He looks refined and smiling, but in reality, he is nasty and stubborn. He loves watching fires burn from the other side of the river.]
Shi Huaibai finally turned his head. His ink-black hair was slightly damp, sticking to a section of his lustrous neck.
The cat under his hand let out a whine.
The man who appeared by his side wore a restrained black uniform that fit perfectly. He was tall, with an unfettered air and deep-set brows. Fortunately, the metallic texture of his glasses softened the fierceness of his features, and a superficial smile hung at the corner of his mouth.
The scene was aesthetic. Very good. The System was satisfied. The Host’s kindness and beauty will definitely leave a deep impression on F1. F1 will definitely be secretly moved.
Jiang Xinian approached step by step, the distance between them slowly closing. The black umbrella with large ribs covered half of Shi Huaibai’s body.
The rain grew heavier, the sound becoming more chaotic.
The System silently clenched its palms, its nervousness overflowing: Is it finally going to complete a stage mission? It’s so touching!
Who knew what it had gone through for this small stage mission!!?
It was an ordinary day, for an ordinary System, on an ordinary “All of Noble Academy’s F4 Fall in Love with Me” world line. The only thing wrong was: The System had pulled the wrong Host. It had dragged Shi Huaibaiāa straight male “Long Aotian” transmigrator from the rival “Qidian-style” websiteāhere.
It remembered when the Host first arrived and asked what the main mission was.
The System had stammered: It couldn’t honestly say the mission was to capture the hearts of the four main attack targets (Gong), right?
A “Long Aotian” host is one of the biggest headaches for the Transmigration Management Bureau. Their missions are a hundred thousand miles apart from the BL division’s missions!
A Long Aotian would never agree to be topped by the F4. Long Aotians are all straight men! Long Aotians are also incredibly grumpy.
Shi Huaibai’s eyes were calm, as if killing the System would be as easy as crushing an ant.
“My final mission in the last world line was to destroy the Heavenly Dao.” “If the Heavenly Dao is unfair, I will destroy the Heavens. If the Earthly Dao is unkind, I will ruin the Earth. If the Divine Dao is unjust, I will slaughter the Gods.”
“So, what about this world?”
[Bro…] The System’s world was swaying in the wind, the building about to collapse. How could it forget: The classic mission for a Qidian Long Aotian is to destroy the world and become the master of heaven and earth.
Before Shi Huaibai could make a move, the System had already polished its knees. With a plop, it knelt smoothly and perfectly.
It stood solemnly with palms pressed together, feet in a figure-eight, heels 0.2 inches apart, toes 0.8 inches apart. Looking at Shi Huaibai with pious eyes, it tried its best to make its voice sound cute: [Master.]
As a mature System, even if it couldn’t intervene in the Host’s thoughts, it could find a way to intervene in the Host’s behavior.
As a System, it needed sufficient linguistic art and life IQ.
It could… lie!
[The real mission is like this.] [The future economy of this world has been controlled and occupied by four capitalists. Our mission is: Save the World!]
Translation: You have four wealthy and powerful capture targets.
[Starting from nothing, a trash-tier cultivator like you desires to compete with the height of the Heavens.]
Translation: As an impoverished special admission student, you need to attract the F4’s attention.
[You must conquer hardness with softness and bring the four capitalists under your command.]
Translation: You must become a fresh and refined little white flower, a sexy and alluring stunner to attract the F4 and make them swoon over you!
The System’s two fingers pinched a ball of air, pretending there was a cigar between them, inhaling deeply into its lungs: This is the linguistic art of a high-quality System.
It said passionately: [Now, the first stage mission is to protect F1 personally! Become F1’s strategic partner and seek a career start!]
Translation: The first stage mission is to get close to F1 and attract F1’s attention.
Shi Huaibai asked: “Protect F1? Aren’t we supposed to snatch all his people and money?”
[Host, you don’t understand. The F4 have different personalities. Some are to be used, some are to be conquered. F1 is the type who, after becoming brothers with you, will give you half his assets as startup capital!]
To better complete the task, the System’s linguistic art became even more shameless: [Right now, there is an imminent matter. The Noble Academy’s White Tower Path is the route F1 must take after school. It is full of dangers; an evil four-legged beast occupies the area, bullying men and dominating women, acting arrogantly. If its stomach isn’t fed, it will attack humans. To protect F1 and get to know F1, go, my Master!]
Shi Huaibai rubbed his fists all the way there, his knuckles cracking, eyes burning with eager fire.
He imagined a fierce beast baring its fangs, perhaps dripping foul saliva, waiting for him to show his skills. But when he turned the corner onto the ivy-covered White Tower Path, what caught his eye was a pure white Persian cat lazily curled up in a ball.
“Meow~” The Cat Senior drew out a long cry.
Shi Huaibai wanted to deal with the System first. He looked fiercely at the System, his eyes like sharp knives.
Before he could fly into a rage, the System’s sliding kneel was as smooth and fast as ever: [Host, listen to my explanation, Host…]
It spouted nonsense without a draft: [F1 is allergic to cat hair, you see. This mission is the best way to befriend F1.]
Shi Huaibai: [F1 is so weak.]
Finally, through the System’s perseverance, it created a beautiful first meeting for F1 and the Host.
The rain wove a mist, slanting down. The beauty’s brows held a coldness and gentleness unique to the East. His fingertips were long and white, knuckles distinct, currently drooping slightly as he let the snow-ball-like kitten in his arms lick them gently.
In the distance, several long bell chimes rang out, mixing with the rain and the chatter of passersby: “Young Master Jiang has arrived!”
From a business car in the distance, a tall man in solemn black walked over, his thin-soled leather shoes stepping in the water, making a clack-clack-clack sound.
The man approached slowly, bowing slightly. He seemed stunned for a second by the beauty before him. His umbrella involuntarily tilted, shielding Shi Huaibai’s head.
The world under the umbrella had no barrier of rain and mist. The two seemed very close, their emotions clearly visible in each other’s eyes.
Jiang Xinian lowered his eyes. Although smiling, he was malicious. He liked watching the fire from the other side, watching how ridiculously hard the masses tried to get his attention.
The gentle motherliness and purity of feeding a catāacting it out seamlessly was no easy feat.
He was intrigued. He wanted to see if Shi Huaibai’s “acting skills” were as commendable as his appearance.
Jiang Xinian tilted his head slightly, a playful smile on his lips, deliberately leaning closer. He lowered his gaze, his focus sharpening bit by bit until Shi Huaibai’s face became clear in his eyes.
Wet eyelashes, slightly red eye corners, and lips slightly parted in astonishment…
Hmm, just like those people who plotted to get close to me before, all looking pitiful.
Wait… Pitiful?
He narrowed his eyes and finally saw clearly: Where was there any pity in Shi Huaibai’s pitch-black eyes? It was clearly cold disgust, even carrying a trace of disdain that said, “Are you sick?”
While Jiang Xinian was suspicious, Shi Huaibai, without a word, snatched the umbrella from the other’s hand in a completely un-aesthetic manner. It happened in a flash; F1 could only see Shi Huaibai’s iron-clamp-like hand strike suddenly, the muscle lines on his arm flowing and clean.
Shi Huaibai didn’t look back, as if he had made some sort of determination.
The System, visible only to Shi Huaibai, looked at the stunned F1, then at the Host who turned and walked away holding the cat.
One of its eyes grew large, the other small, staring at itself in confusion until its brain wrinkles smoothed out.
The System’s world finally collapsed. It followed Shi Huaibai, wailing like a ghost: [Host, what are you doing? Host, Host… F1 is getting rained on!]
Shi Huaibai felt entirely justified: “He’s allergic to cat hair, not allergic to rainwater. Isn’t my walking away with the cat also protecting him?”
He shook the water droplets from his hair, extremely satisfied with himself. “Now the first stage mission is complete, right?”
The System looked at the backend in despair:
System: […]
Well… you can’t say it wasn’t completed…
It was simply… unforgettable.
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