【Dear, we’ll store your brain here!】
【The female lead’s IQ is 85, but she’ll grow!】
【The female lead’s looks are 70, but she’ll become more beautiful!】
【What about the male lead? He has to compete for the position! The one who enters the Eastern Palace first isn’t necessarily the emperor!】
Jiang City, Jiang University Female Dormitory.
“I got the offer! From a Fortune 500 company!”
“Just a job, what’s there to be excited about? My dad’s telling me to go back and manage the company, it’s so annoying!”
“You guys have it good. My boyfriend wants me to be a stay-at-home wife after graduation. Then why did I even study so much?”
“If you don’t want to be a stay-at-home wife, then follow my lead and take the postgraduate entrance exam!”
…
As graduation approached, all her roommates had their paths figured out. Zhang Fan curled up behind her bed curtain, not daring to join the conversation.
Her parents were divorced, each having started new families of their own. The two of them were on terrible terms, but at least they were still willing to pay her tuition.
However, once she graduated, all her financial support would be cut off.
Her mother said she’d worked hard raising her and had already fulfilled all her obligations. She told her not to come back unless necessary—a grown girl like her sharing a house with men she wasn’t related to wouldn’t be proper!
Her father said her half-sister felt insecure and asked her to call less and contact less.
Honestly, now that she was an adult, this kind of unmanaged, unrestrained life should have been great.
But she was too ordinary—average looks, average grades, and a somewhat introverted personality.
None of the resumes she’d sent out had received a single response.
Could it be that her ultimate fate was just to end up in a factory tightening screws?
If she’d known this would happen, why did she even go to college?
She could have started tightening screws years earlier and started making money sooner, right?
She took out her phone and glanced at her e-account balance: 205.80 yuan!
Well, at least the recruiting company’s bus was free. With that two hundred-some yuan, she could buy a bowl of rice for fifty cents and a pack of pickled vegetables—enough to get her through to graduation.
She let out a soft sigh and casually opened Douyin.
Scrolling through videos was great—low-carbon, eco-friendly, no ticket required. Seeing something was as good as owning it.
Even concerts—she got the front row.
People paid thousands for tickets, but she spent nothing and enjoyed the same view. What a deal!
【Ding! System binding successful!】
【This video-watching reward: two tickets to the Bird’s Nest concert! Stored in the Item Warehouse. Host may retrieve them at any time!】
System? Item Warehouse?
Zhang Fan was puzzled when a space suddenly appeared in her mind, with two concert tickets suspended in mid-air.
Instinctively, she reached out to grab them, and to her surprise, the two tickets actually appeared in her hand.
No way, was she having a sweet daydream in broad daylight?
“Whoosh!”
Her bed curtain was pulled open from outside. Chen Zixuan, with her short hair, smiled and said, “Tomorrow’s the weekend. Come shopping for clothes with me!”
Zhang Fan had a soft personality and rarely bought anything, so bringing her along for shopping was basically having a free assistant.
Before she could answer, Chen Zixuan’s eyes suddenly widened. “What’s that in your hand?”
She reached out, and the concert tickets changed hands.
“Wow! Bird’s Nest concert tickets! Front row!”
Chen Zixuan held the tickets, jumping with excitement: “Tickets like these are reserved seats—you can’t even buy them with money! Zhang Fan, where did you get these?”
“Let me see!”
The others crowded around: “See, I told you—there’s no poor person in this dorm. The most low-key one is the one hiding the deepest!”
“Yeah, Zhang Fan, what does your family do? Getting tickets like these—you must have some serious connections, right?”
Ha, she wished she were a rich second-generation heir too.
“I won them in an online lottery!”
She said with a bitter smile. She wasn’t wealthy, and she’d have to disappoint her roommates.
“So they’re lottery tickets. Lucky you!”
The tone, as expected, carried a hint of mockery.
“Hey, hey, Zhang Fan, I see you don’t have a boyfriend either. Who are you going to take to the concert with those two tickets?”
Chen Zixuan leaned over the edge of her bed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
“She doesn’t have a boyfriend, so what? Can’t she just sell the tickets without you spending money for her?”
The tall Jiang Manning snatched the tickets and tilted her chin at Zhang Fan: “I see you don’t eat well or dress well. You’re short on cash, right? Five thousand—sell me the tickets!”
Her slender, phoenix-shaped eyes held a hint of arrogance and an air of no-nonsense.
Although what she said was true—she couldn’t afford the concert anyway, and trading it for cash was more practical—Zhang Fan still felt uncomfortable hearing it. She reached out, took the tickets back, and smiled apologetically:
“Sorry, but I only entered the lottery because I really wanted to go! As for the other ticket, I like having extra space to put my bag!”
“Tsk!”
The atmosphere in the dorm turned tense. No one spoke again, and each found an excuse to leave, leaving Zhang Fan alone in the room in no time.
“Phew…”
Dealing with all this scheming was exhausting work.
She turned her gaze back to her phone and swiped her finger upward. It was a recommendation for a tragic romance novel—the female lead ends up stabbed in the throat with her hairpin by the vicious supporting female character.
[Ding! Reward: a blood-stained hairpin! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
“Huh… huh!”
Zhang Fan waved her hand in disgust and fear, and the hairpin was removed from the warehouse, clattering to the floor with a dull, metallic thud unique to gold.
She swallowed nervously and leaned over the edge of her bed to look down.
It was a phoenix-head hairpin, exquisitely crafted and clearly valuable, but the tip was indeed stained with blood!
She couldn’t just leave it lying there—that would be too strange.
She quickly got off the bed, picked up the hairpin, and wiped it clean with a tissue.
The moment it was in her hand, it felt heavy and solid, and it was so beautiful. If it weren’t a murder weapon, she’d actually like it.
“Gold is so expensive these days. I’ll sell you off when I go out later!”
Zhang Fan’s mood brightened instantly. Maybe she wouldn’t have to go back to working on the assembly line after all?
She climbed back into bed, drew the curtain, and continued scrolling through her phone.
[Ding! Reward: five pounds of durian! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: a book! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: a clump of panda fur! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: a terracotta warrior! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
…
Before long, Zhang Fan’s Item Warehouse was piled high with an endless array of miscellaneous items.
There was all sorts of stuff. Just a moment ago, she’d even scrolled past the Leshan Giant Buddha, and she quickly swiped away, afraid the System might actually haul the Buddha over for her.
With this much stuff, why not open a general store?
Without hesitation, Zhang Fan packed up her things, took out the sellable items, and stuffed them into woven bags.
It was graduation season, and there was a spot on campus where seniors ran a flea market. She decided to head over and try her luck.
She printed out a payment QR code and taped it to a sign.
The picnic blanket was spread out on the ground, with her goods laid out neatly: panda Menglan’s fur, priced at one yuan; the book “Thirty-Six Stratagems,” also one yuan; glowing trinkets, one yuan each…
Most items were priced at one or two yuan. The durian could fetch more money, but she didn’t put it out—she was worried about trouble with anything edible.
Once the prices were marked and the sign was set up, she sat behind it, calmly scrolling through her phone.
“Hey, is this really Menglan’s fur?”
A cheerful male voice rang out. When Zhang Fan turned around, her heart skipped a beat—it was the campus heartthrob, Qin Jiawei.
Standing at 1.86 meters, tall and handsome, he was also a member of the soccer club.
The girls who liked him could fill an entire soccer field, and Zhang Fan did find his type appealing.
But that was all—just a passing appreciation.
The gap between them was too wide; there was no chance of any real connection.
She smiled softly: “Genuine, or your money back!”