At this point, there were already over forty replies accumulated in the comment section.
Most of them were mocking.
"Who gets it, family? Just because you paid for a girl's meal, you act like you're trying to court her? If you ask me, selling your WeChat for fifty yuan is already giving you a lot of credit! At least in her eyes, you're worth fifty bucks! Looking the way you do, you still have the nerve to ask how to find a girlfriend or how to become a star? Go die!"
"Total creep! With a face like that, you still want to find a goddess-level partner? There really are way too many delusional guys nowadays! I suggest getting a head transplant before coming out, otherwise it's way too terrifying!"
"Zhou Jingyao is a goddess from the Foreign Languages Department, and you have zero self-awareness about your own conditions! Who gave you the courage to think you're worthy of her? If a guy like you wants to find a girlfriend, go get reincarnated!"
[Received suggestion (Go die), difficulty 10 stars, completion grants an S-grade reward chest]
[Received suggestion (Get reincarnated), difficulty 15 stars, completion grants an SS-grade reward chest]
[Received suggestion (Get a head transplant), difficulty 19 stars, completion grants an SSS-grade reward chest]
"..."
Looking at the system prompts refreshing along with the malicious comments, Li Youzhi was speechless for a long time.
The system still gave him too much credit—he had just died once and simply didn't have the courage!
Even though this face was hopeless, a wretched existence was better than death itself, wasn't it?
[Solemn reminder: Users may choose suggestion tasks of corresponding difficulty to complete based on their own circumstances. The system will not force the user's choice, but the higher the difficulty level of the chosen suggestion, the more bountiful the reward.]
Looking at the newcomer tip popping up from the system, Li Youzhi finally felt a bit more at ease.
Giving a fierce glare to those comments clearly standing up for Zhou Jingyao, he let out a cold snort.
It was bad enough that fate bullied him, but now trash like you all wanted to climb up and shit on the head of this Supreme Handsome King.
Little bitches, just you wait; this isn't over!
Ignoring the taunts, Li Youzhi continued reading the comments.
Among a huge pile of malicious mocks, a slightly refreshing and unconventional comment soon caught Li Youzhi's eye.
Hungry Frog: "Some of these cheap sluts in the comment section are enough! Objectively speaking, the bro's conditions are actually pretty good, he just doesn't really know how to groom himself. I suggest the bro change his hairstyle and revamp his outfit. The bro has somewhat heavy dark circles, so I suggest wearing a pair of black-framed glasses normally. Get a slicked-back hairstyle, put on a black casual suit, and your aura will improve by at least fifty percent! Hang in there, bro!"
Sob, sob...
Seeing that reply in the comment section, Li Youzhi felt that the world still had a bit of color.
Look, just look!
There are... good people in this world!
He must be very handsome.
[Received suggestion (Change hairstyle and outfit, difficulty 3 stars), completion grants an F-grade reward chest]
Clutching his phone, Li Youzhi—having finally received a proper, serious suggestion—stood up from the rooftop with a sudden bounce.
A true powerhouse never resents his current plight.
Self-pity is useless.
Stepping up oneself is the only option to break free from the quagmire!
Looking across this vast world, the species that survive are never the prettiest ones, nor the strongest ones, and not even the smartest ones—they are the most ordinary ones, the ones most capable of reacting and acting according to their current situation!
Pushing open the rooftop door, Li Youzhi, having successfully mentally self-PUA'd, quickly ran down the dormitory building.
Amidst the sideways glances of his fellow students, he sprinted out of the school and plunged straight into the commercial street at the school entrance.
...
One hour later.
A black suit, a white undershirt, a pair of white casual shoes, and a pair of non-prescription black-framed glasses were now equipped on Li Youzhi.
Sitting in front of the hair salon mirror, looking at the new hairstyle given to him by that androgynous Tony the stylist, Li Youzhi's lips were trembling.
As he scanned the QR code to pay Tony the stylist, his last fifty yuan vanished.
Looking at this new image bought at the cost of 515 yuan, Li Youzhi's expression twisted viciously.
He now desperately wanted to beat up that bastard who made the suggestion—why the hell did he have to make suggestions?
Originally he was just ugly, but now damn it... he was both tacky and ugly!
"Um... classmate, please stay calm."
Beside him, Tony the stylist, watching him with fearful caution, shrank his neck and quietly put away the razor on the workbench.
Noticing that Tony the stylist was trembling with the overwhelming grievance radiating from his entire body, Li Youzhi let out a long sigh.
Whatever, he wouldn't bother arguing with this pitiful ugly freak. He should have realized when he first walked in—hanging a photo of a star with such an ordinary appearance on the wall meant this guy's aesthetic sense definitely wasn't anything special.
Thinking this, he pulled out his phone and took a selfie.
Beep!
[Detected that the user successfully completed a suggestion]
[Reward: F-grade chest x1]
[Detected user's first completed suggestion, beginner bonus being distributed... Chest level +2]
[C-grade reward chest opening...]
[Congratulations to the user for acquiring the skill: Russian Mastery. Description: Upon use, you instantly comprehend all Russian grammar and a sufficient vocabulary for daily communication. PS: Suka blyat is a curse word, but tavrish is a faith!]
Along with the prompt ringing in his mind, scene after scene and their corresponding sounds suddenly flashed rapidly through Li Youzhi's consciousness...
"Чтобы сталин! Для советской мать! Ура!"
Amidst flying artillery fire, a tall figure standing atop a trench shouted.
"Хлеб будет, молоко будет, все будет там.!"
In a dim factory, a short man surrounded by workers cried out.
"Всем мгновенно, все пройдет, а прошлое станет идеальным воспоминанием."
On the banks of the Volga River covered in falling maple leaves, a melancholy poet murmured...
Scene after scene, phrase after phrase rapidly merged in Li Youzhi's mind, a massive flood of information pouring into his memory and making him feel quite dizzy.
Pressing his throbbing temples, he closed his eyes.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw Tony the stylist behind him hiding nervously behind a chair.
"Classmate, if you feel the hairstyle isn't good, we can adjust it... If all else fails, I can refund half your money."
Suka blyat!
Glancing sidelong at the guilty Tony the stylist, Li Youzhi turned around and unhooked a guitar used as a decoration in the hair salon.
"Boss, I'll leave my student ID here as collateral, let me borrow this for a bit."
"Oh, sure!"
Dragging the guitar, dressed in a black suit and sporting his new hairstyle, Li Youzhi headed toward the exit.
Right before leaving, Li Youzhi stopped in his tracks, turned around, and pointed at the poster on the wall.
"And another thing, boss, change that poster in your shop! Put up someone prettier so it makes your aesthetic look a bit more high-end."
"Huh? Ah... what?"
Following the direction of Li Youzhi's finger, Tony the stylist took a look, his expression turning instantly peculiar.
Damn it!
That was Jin Yan, hailed as the number one pretty boy in domestic entertainment!
If even that wasn't considered pretty, what kind of appearance counted as high-end?
Damn, the guy doesn't look like much, but his standards are sure high!
While Tony the stylist was muttering inwardly, Li Youzhi had already hauled the guitar and headed straight in the direction of the girls' dormitory.
Just after integrating the Russian Mastery skill, Li Youzhi suddenly remembered something.
That girl who had put the original body up for sale specialized in Russian.
The more he looked at his own image, the angrier he got, and Li Youzhi decided to slay a heartless bitch to vent his frustration!
...
When Li Youzhi appeared downstairs at the girls' dormitory, he immediately drew a crowd.
In the university campus environment, gossip spread faster than the flu.
Within a few hours, the affair between Li Youzhi and Zhou Jingyao had already been spread far and wide by the massive community of melon-eaters.
Seeing the main character of the huge melon appear downstairs at the girls' dormitory, dressed in a handsome suit and holding a guitar, the students—whose appetite for the previous piece of gossip hadn't been fully satisfied—immediately swarmed around.
amidst the crowd, a figure wearing sad frog pajamas and holding a packet of Xiaodangjia instant noodles froze.
Crunching and chewing the crispy noodles, Tu Susu's eyes flashed with a sparkle.
"He really changed his hairstyle, really changed his outfit, and really wore black-framed glasses!"
In an instant, a strange feeling rose from the bottom of Tu Susu's heart.
This feeling was just like when she played with Barbie dolls as a child... a sense of maternal manipulation welled up spontaneously.
However, the students around her had a completely different attitude.
"Help! He changed his hairstyle and his outfit... why does he look even funnier?"
"Pfft, I have to question the saying 'clothes make the man'."
"So funny, but this bro really takes advice well. I saw his Douyin comments earlier—someone told him to change his hairstyle and outfit, and he actually went and did it. Admirable courage, it's just a shame his foundation is too poor..."
Beep!
[Received Awe Points, 135 points]
Hearing the system chime by his ear and the discussions and pointing all around him, Li Youzhi felt his heart bleeding.
For the first twenty years of his life, wherever he went, all he heard was "Holy shit, why does he look so badass?", when had he ever been collectively mocked like this?
Taking a deep breath, Li Youzhi felt he shouldn't be influenced by these evaluations.
Was my foundation really that poor, damn it?
What level of skill do you think Tony the stylist outside this lousy school has?
Don't you know what kind of taste the clothing store boss on the commercial street has when picking stock?
To prevent himself from wanting to smash his head against a wall and die, Li Youzhi decided to temporarily broaden his perspective.
His own conditions definitely couldn't be improved in a short time.
Since this underlying logic couldn't be broken, whenever something could be blamed on others, he would resolutely never blame himself.
His motto was simply rejecting internal emotional consumption!
Thinking of this, Li Youzhi started shouting toward the girls' dormitory.
"Zhou Jingyao! I know you're in there. Even though you put me up for sale on Xianyu, the feelings I poured into you over the past month were real. As the saying goes, what has a beginning must have an end—I wrote a song for you, and now I'm giving it to you!!"
As he shouted, another burst of laughter erupted all around.
Everyone knew that Li Youzhi was just trying to gild his own lily.
What beginning and end?
The beginning was you getting put up for sale online by her!
Automatically shielding out the ridicule, Li Youzhi picked up the guitar.
Before transmigrating, he knew how to play the guitar. While it wasn't at a god-tier level, it was good enough.
As his fingertips strummed, the cheap guitar, originally intended only for decoration, emitted a muddy, deep string sound.
Hearing this intro—flawed, yet inexplicably catchy—the surrounding students watching the commotion gradually quieted down.
Amidst the silence, Li Youzhi stared in the direction of the girls' dormitory building and opened his voice.
"Шаг за 20, Руки мокрые, Мне не хватит..."
Like a lone traveler trudging through a deep forest, his voice was weary and hoarse.
The unique pronunciation and rolling r's of Russian gave his voice the texture of a wandering poet. It felt as if he weren't singing, but rather narrating a tortuous and turbulent epic.
Beside him, the students who had just quieted down burst into a low gasp.
"Gosh, is that Russian?"
"Eh? Isn't Zhou Jingyao majoring in Russian? He actually wrote a song in Russian specifically for Zhou Jingyao—Rongcheng's most devoted lover!"
"What do these lyrics mean? Can any big shot understand?"
"No idea, but it sounds so mournful..."
Meanwhile, on the open-air corridor on the second floor of the dormitory.
Watching Li Youzhi singing passionately downstairs, Zhou Jingyao—wearing a white long dress and pitch-black hair—curved the corners of her mouth, a trace of smugness flashing across her face.
"This guy is really... just a simping dog, desperately trying to create drama for himself. What era is this, and he's still pulling this stunt of singing love songs under a girl's dorm building? So low."
Hearing her say this, several of her roommate sisters beside her also let out a sneer.
"Oh, doesn't this just inversely prove how charming our Yaoyao is."
"Yeah, yeah, a simping dog who got sold for fifty bucks is this devoted. If you actually chatted with him for a month, wouldn't he commit double suicide with you?"
The few people flattering each other didn't notice that a little old lady with a head full of silver hair had now stopped on the open-air corridor.
Hearing their discussion, the old woman's brow furrowed tightly.
She looked at Zhou Jingyao and the others, then looked down at Li Youzhi downstairs.
At this moment, Li Youzhi had reached the end of the verse's chanting.
With a low hum, his singing suddenly soared in pitch!
"Умри, если меня не любишь. Я ломаю руки, я ломаю губы. Я ломаю твоё тело насквозь!"
Hearing his almost gritted-teeth singing and that powerful, forceful Russian pronunciation, Zhou Jingyao and the others gasped.
"How did he get so pissed off while singing?"
"Yeah, the vibe feels a bit wrong!"
This time, the little old lady couldn't hold back anymore.
"I remember you few are majoring in Russian, right? I've seen you in my class. The few of you can't understand the meaning of this song?"
Hearing her voice, Zhou Jingyao and the others were startled.
"Sun... Professor Sun!"
Seeing their major professor, Zhou Jingyao and the others hurriedly greeted her respectfully.
Giving the students a cold glance, Foreign Languages Department Professor Sun Zhihua looked at Li Youzhi downstairs.
"If / you don't love me / then go die."
"I will break your wings / bite through your lips / and completely destroy your flesh."
"If / you don't love me / then go die."
"Huh?"
Hearing what Professor Sun said, Zhou Jingyao and the others were dumbfounded.
"Professor Sun, what are you talking about?"
Sun Zhihua, resting her hands on the railing, turned back, her gaze peculiar and indignant.
"The meaning of the lyrics. To think you guys are Russian majors as well; the young man downstairs is cursing you to go die, and you're actually still standing here thinking he's singing a love song to you. Sigh..."
"Classmates, remember today. When you look back when you're old, among the many suitors you cast aside like trash, there was one who possessed a magnificent soul."
"Judging by appearances, maybe this young man isn't worthy of you. But judging by character, it's this young man's good fortune that he didn't end up with you."
With that said, Sun Zhihua turned and walked away without looking back.
Behind her, the gazes cast toward Zhou Jingyao became fascinating.