I Really Didn’t Mean to Raise My Favorability!
Xu Lin had always aspired, from childhood, to drift through life without ambition, simply eating and waiting for death. At the age of twenty-four, he finally received the news he had been waiting for: his family home would be demolished, and compensation was coming. Yet before he could savor the life of the newly rich, he closed his eyes—and opened them again to find himself back in his seventeen-year-old youth. Resigned, he slipped once more into his idle ways. What’s another seven years of waiting? That was his plan, at least, until a confession incident and the sudden appearance of a strange Zodiac Romance System threw everything into chaos. Xu Lin protested, “System, say something! Are you trying to turn me into a heartless playboy?!” … Then, a sudden realization struck him. “I get it now! You want me to embrace the world, to love without boundaries! What are a mere twelve mountains to climb? Understood, I understand!”
I Really Didn’t Mean to Raise My Favorability!
"Xu Lin, if you could travel to another world like in those novels, what would you want to do?"
A big guy sat on the steps, cradling a basketball, his gaze fixed on the distant sports field, speaking in fits and starts.
"Li Bin, can you leave me alone for a while? Go play basketball."
The slender, handsome youth beside him shot him a look, then lowered his head, gazing at the blue-and-white school uniform in his arms, letting out a sigh.
"Alright, I'll go play. Take your time adjusting. Failing at confessing isn't a big deal—just try again next time!"
"And besides, Ji Yun didn't say yes to that guy from the next class either." With that, he dashed off, basketball in tow, joining the other boys basking under the sun.
Xu Lin watched their figures and muttered to himself, "A transmigrator...what would I even do with that?"
Yes, Xu Lin was a transmigrator—or rather, a reborn soul. He had returned from being a 'perfectly ordinary' twenty-four-year-old rookie office worker to his seventeen-year-old self, still 'perfectly ordinary,' as a second-year high schooler.
When he woke up yesterday in his new old life, he wasn't particularly excited—more annoyed, really.
Because, just half a month before he'd crossed over, his dad had told him that the old house he'd bought as a young migrant worker was being demolished, with compensation of about five million, due in a month.
Now that he was back, his short-lived taste of being a second-g
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