Welcome to the Misogyny Game

Knowing that Nan Chu might be due to a lack of love, or perhaps it was caused by her family environment before she traveled through time.

Liu Chaoque began his operation.

Nan Chu noticed that whenever she was looking for her next target man, a girl would always inappropriately appear and try to win her over with love. She knew this was Si Man's doing.

She was like a hedgehog, using sharp quills to protect herself, and even if someone meant well, she didn't want to appreciate it.

She berated them for being shameless and drove them away with the most vicious words. After a while, only the girls who had received money were willing to get involved in this mess. But money can make the devil turn the millstone, but it can't buy true feelings.

Nan Chu felt like there was a group of hypocritical insects around him, disgusting yet impossible to get rid of.

She found Liu Chaoque and told her not to waste her energy. In order to make her give up and understand the principle of counterproductive results, she began to actively seek out Liu Chaoque's usual route and then disgust her.

Liu Chaoque was truly at a loss with this troublesome and incorrigible Southern Chu. Her appeasement policy was not working. Was she supposed to restrict his personal freedom and become a female protagonist who was subjected to torture, or spread false information to slander him?

I caught her kissing another stranger on the street as she was walking back to her dorm after class.

Liu Chaoque made a decision.

Nan Chu found herself feeling like she was being watched these past two days. Whenever someone tried to greet her, they would be pulled aside by their companions, who would whisper among themselves and then both of them would look at her with strange smiles.

She felt a hairy feeling on her back and was very uncomfortable. Finally, during the break of the second period, she clearly heard someone pointing at her and her classmate and saying something.

"That's Southern Chu?"

"She's so beautiful! Is it true what they say on the forum about her transformation overnight?"

"It should be true, but the system and NPCs are a bit suspicious."

"Isn't that a joke? I think Qiu Qingqing is the female lead of a lucky koi novel. Didn't you see that she chose a room by the window, met a teacher from her hometown, and even often wins the jackpot in lotteries?"

"That's true, Qiu Qingqing looks more like her."

"And then there's Jiang Tang from the next class, the classic female lead in fantasy dramas who's loved by both her senior and junior brothers."

"Oh, that's right."

"And the idea of ​​becoming beautiful overnight is probably an exaggeration. Otherwise, why would only a few people say it? Maybe they're just jealous, or maybe people just start taking care of themselves. There's a huge difference between someone with and without makeup. Should we believe in science?"

"That's true." The other person was convinced.

forum?

Nan Chu thought of that blunder of catching someone in the act of adultery, and the shame and fear of being surrounded by boys and forced to undress. She also thought of what Liu Chaoque had said about turning the tables.

She tried to stay calm, found a seat by the window, and attempted to let the cold wind soothe her mind.

My hands trembled as I typed the school forum they mentioned, and I felt like the sky was falling.

This is a video.

It begins: There is a girl named Nan in our school. In the past few months, many people may have gotten to know her. She is beautiful and generous. She looks frail, yet she is as pure as moonlight. But has anyone thought about what she was like a few months ago? Why can a person change so much overnight?

This is our reporter bringing you the news.

"Nan Chu, she used to be a very carefree and easygoing classmate. She interacted with everyone frequently and had many friends, both male and female. Everyone loved to play with her. Whether she was pretty or not was a matter of opinion, but now she is generally considered to be pretty."

Girl A sighed, her eyes filled with undisguised disappointment: "But as she's become prettier, she's also become more distant. She doesn't smile as much anymore, gets angry over small jokes, and is always putting on airs. Over time, I just don't want to play with her anymore."

The one speaking was the girl who usually sat next to her.

Girl B said, "Nan Chu? You mean the girl who's always active on the basketball court, the podium, and the school rooftop? I don't know if it's just my imagination, but her experiences are just like the heroine in a novel. Her personality changes, she becomes beautiful, and maybe she even has a system. But for us ordinary people, it just feels a bit hopeless. We feel more and more like we're just NPCs in someone else's script."

This is a girl I don't know, and she seems to have inadvertently revealed the truth of the world. But looking at the comments section, everyone is just laughing; it seems no one takes what she said seriously, treating it as just a joke.

Nan Chu breathed a sigh of relief. Until she saw Liu Chaoque's reply.

"Nan Chu? We're just familiar strangers now. What's there to say about our thoughts? I have to go to class, so I won't be giving an interview." Liu Chaoque said sternly, carrying his books and quickly leaving, leaving the reporter with only his back view.

The reporter smiled awkwardly and said, "Let's move on to the next student."

"Nan Chu, she used to be my best friend, but these days, I feel like she doesn't value me at all. She treats being with me as a chore. Maybe in her eyes now, I'm not even worth as much as a weed." This was Fang Zhuqing, one of the original owner's sister groups.

The video did not slander Nan Chu in any way, but Nan Chu felt as upset as if he had drunk a glass of ice water on a winter's day, and his throat was slightly sore.

She initially thought the article was a slanderous attack, but the only two words that came to mind were "change." She was no longer the person she used to be. Perhaps her friends ignored her because of the system's control, but only Liu Chaoque was still clear-headed enough to know that she wanted to use this interview to warn her: so what if we came from the same world? I know your secrets, and I'm not afraid of you revealing them. Just like this comment section, her classmates would only laugh it off or think that she wasn't thinking clearly.

But how could Siman so casually say that we are just familiar strangers, that we are not enemies, not friends, not the only people in the world who know each other's secrets?

"What exactly do you want your friends to say these things for?" Xi Jingrong asked, puzzled. He liked that Liu Chaoque would contact him first when she needed something, even for something as simple as contacting the school newspaper. But after watching her video, he, who had participated in the entire recording, was still very confused.

Liu Chaoque didn't know what she was trying to do. Did she want to distance herself from Nan Chu and publicize her shamelessness? But before she started writing, she suddenly calmed down. Why use her reputation as a reason for criticism? What difference was there between her and the man who threw Nan Chu into the vortex of slander? Since that was the case, she would change her approach and use a half-confrontational, half-fake public opinion to threaten those who could actually be threatened, in a way that would entertain the masses.

She simply didn't realize that her words were the most damaging.

"Siman!" On the way to the cafeteria, Nan Chu blocked her way. She was so hungry that she was about to pounce on her prey like a tiger. She bumped into Nan Chu directly, but her hand instinctively blocked the back of her head, preventing her head from hitting the ground.

She hissed and yelled, "Are you crazy?!"

My left hand was scraped open, and blood mixed with grit flowed from the skin and flesh.

Nan Chu seemed to wake from a dream, and tearfully helped the person to the medical room.

The doctors in the infirmary are pretty familiar with Liu Chaoque, mainly because she often stumbles and falls, but today's injury is considered quite serious.

"What happened today? Did you fall?" the doctor asked as he treated Liu Chaoque's wound.

"That idiot suddenly rushed at me while I was running to the cafeteria. I couldn't dodge in time, and we collided," Liu Chaoque cursed.

Since she decided to stop flirting and dating, and just do whatever makes her comfortable—of course, this was only because she was really angry; otherwise, she would have just said, "What the heck!"

Nan Chu lowered his head, looking as if he dared not look at her. The doctor understood after a moment's thought.

She told her to roll up her sleeves and pants so she could check for any injuries.

While airing out her wound, Liu Chaoque said, "She walks perfectly normally; she probably didn't even get a scratch."

But when Nan Chu hesitated and lifted his trouser leg, his knee was covered in black.

"Wait, girl, did you get cupping done?"

Liu Chaoque found it hard to believe. A scratch was one thing, but why was the wound being squeezed? Oh, she understood. Was this some kind of rag literature?

Regardless of her complaints, the doctor applied safflower oil to her rub, and the little girl's tears fell like pearls from the pain.

Liu Chaoque had to admire her image management.

As the two walked towards the cafeteria, supporting each other, Liu Chaoque couldn't help but ask, "What do you want from me? Didn't you used to avoid me like the plague?" Although that time he rescued someone was an accident.

“We are not familiar strangers!” Nan Chu said softly.

"What?" Liu Chaoque didn't hear clearly.

“We are enemies! Siman, you remember this: we are rivals, mortal enemies. Who are you a stranger to? Who are you completely unrelated to?” Nan Chu shouted.

"Does it make a difference?" Liu Chaoque said, "Anyway, we don't have any friendly relations anymore."

“It’s different.” She raised her head: “Remember this… even if we are mortal enemies, even if you look down on me, we are still people who share a secret. We are the only people in the world who know each other’s past.”

"Then I really don't want an opponent like that." One person with a secret is enough.

"If you don't want it, then I'm here, so you have to have it!"