Welcome to the Misogyny Game

A raging inferno, a desperate girl locked in a cage, sacrifices burned alive—that was Liu Chaoque's appearance.

"This is the price you pay for leaving, Smile."

The flames rolled and quickly burned the girl in the cage to ashes.

"No, no, ah."

At four in the morning, Smile rubbed her messy hair, her eyes filled with despair.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Wang Qige's phone rang while she was eating breakfast. She looked at it from afar and saw Liu Chaoque. Why was she messaging her at this time?

Liu Chaoque: "There's something I want to tell you."

Wang Qige: "What is it?"

The other party is typing.

Smile sat at a breakfast stall on the street, slowly scooping up the century egg porridge in her bowl. She watched the century egg simmer and the steam rise. The aroma of rice mixed with the unique fragrance of century egg wafted to her nose, but it was like a dream, a fleeting illusion. Only when the spoon touched her lips did she feel a sense of reality.

She arrived here, acquired this person's memories, and learned that she was a character in a manipulated otome game, without a voice or name. Her life was a mass of data, her fate was controlled by humans, her joys and sorrows were all programmed, and even the person she liked was pre-programmed.

She might marry one of them, even if she doesn't like him or even hates him, and she might get into trouble because of something. But coincidentally, she is the main character controlled by the players, so she won't die and will always escape danger.

When she woke up in the hospital and saw this unfamiliar environment, she was terrified. In her world, this meant that she had been hurt again. Although she would not die, the pain would not lessen, and might even be amplified because it did not fit her character.

She could only force a smile and be upright and brave, only in this way could she barely survive. Many times, she teetered on the edge of death, but with the help of the "time acceleration technique," she was full of energy again.

In her desperation to die, she tried to snatch the robber's knife, but even after being stabbed to the point of blood and gore, when she woke up, she was still lying on that hospital bed, writhing in pain. Yet, when she saw the so-called male lead, she had to present her best self to him.

She tried jumping off buildings, into lakes, and even into fires, but she survived, bearing the pain and scars that would have faded in three days.

Therefore, she was afraid of hospitals and also afraid of the "male lead".

Then what kind of male protagonist is it who has to bury his vulnerability and insecurity when faced with such situations?

When she realized she was no longer in the game and had become a living person, she was relieved—relieved to have escaped the sea of ​​suffering and to be able to live freely without any control over her.

She knew she was selfish; she would rather believe the original owner was dead than admit that she had taken her place in that dark game.

Since Liu Chaoque has neither heart disease nor high blood pressure, and is in excellent health even when he occasionally stays up late, it's impossible for him to be scared to death by riding a roller coaster.

Of course, it's also possible that someone might be fine while riding in the car, but suddenly die upon getting off.

For the past few months, she has been trying her best to play that person, stealing the peace of these past three months like a thief.

Only today can she no longer deceive herself into thinking that the man died suddenly and she took over his life.

She felt that when she decided to jump off the cliff, her souls were swapped between two people from different worlds, allowing her to escape from the game, while Liu Chaoque was trapped inside.

Will she be forced by the plot to do things she doesn't want to do? Will she get hurt, offend the male lead without knowing why, and suffer even more severe persecution?

She had been persecuted for a long time, and she longed for this peaceful time, but she knew she could not sacrifice another girl's happiness to achieve her own.

thump.

She finished her porridge, put down her spoon, picked up her bag, and walked out...

She thought... she should go back.

WeChat interface.

8:30

Liu Chaoque: "It's about a pact under the stars, or you could call it a misogynistic game."