Chapter 189: Chapter 189 - 83: Dog System, You Forced My Hand

[In this way, Su Qianxue’s plot will restart. If she really changes two poems, wouldn’t all of Xie Xuanrong’s preparations be in vain?]

[Su Qianxue can change her poems at any time, but those two panel paintings can’t be prepared at any time; they need to be prepared long in advance.]

[More importantly, no one will know that the plot is being restarted.]

[Looking at everyone’s expressions, it’s clear that no one but me can hear the conversation between the female lead and the system. What should I do?]

[No, no, I can’t let Su Qianxue change her poem. Even if I can’t prevent the plot from restarting, I absolutely can’t let her successfully complete the task.]

[Otherwise, who knows if the system will gain energy and become more powerful after she pulls the plot back. Will it become even harder to deal with?]

[I need to think of a way, think, think fast...]

What???

Time reversal? Plot restart? Female lead changing poem?

This game can be played like this?

This puts them in an invincible position, doesn’t it?

Yun Wanye’s heart skipped a beat, and he frowned deeply. If the female lead infinitely restarts, how can everyone else play?

In the future, they might as well just give up and not bother trying.

Also, if time rewinds and the plot restarts, will he still remember the memories from this past half hour?

"Okay, I understand."

[Okay, then. Time reversal initiating, please prepare yourself, host.]

[Initiating countdown 3, 2, 1...]

[Initiation complete, time reversal successful, plot restart successful!!!]

Swish!

As soon as the system voice fell, Su Qianxue felt several flashes of white light pass before her eyes. In the next instant, a bustling noise rang in her ears. When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in her original position before offering the poem.

She hurriedly lowered her head to look at her chest and found everything intact without a hint of pain.

The scene where she was pierced by the sharp blade and died seemed like an illusion.

It was truly amazing; she was actually resurrected.

Looking up, she saw several noble young men and women offering poems on the main stage.

[Ding ding, the task has been released. Please be sure to complete the task, host.]

There’s a task too?

Su Qianxue frowned slightly and entered the system to check, only to see several lines of text appear on the system panel.

Task 1: Please stand out at the Winter Banquet as the leading genius girl and attract the fervent attention of Mo Yuanhao, Lu Huaixin, Gu Heng, Lin Xingxuan, and others.

Task 2: Slap the faces of all those who look down on you and completely rid yourself of the fool’s label.

Note: After completing the tasks, the host will receive very generous rewards randomly.

[Damn, this damn system, restarting the plot for Su Qianxue is one thing, but completing the task offers rewards too. The scale of this cheat is unmatched. Su Qianxue is indeed the favored child of the Heavenly Dao.]

[How can my sister compete with her? No, no, I must help my sister. Damn system, you’ve forced my hand.]

[...]

After muttering to herself for a moment, Yun Wanqing quickly came up with an idea.

Actually, she wasn’t sure if her method would work, but things had come to this, and she had no choice but to treat a dead horse as if it were alive and take a gamble.

Hearing those words from her, Yun Wanye’s eyes flickered slightly, immediately knowing that she hadn’t forgotten the memories from that half hour either.

What about the others?

He quickly looked up and glanced around.

Among the others in the venue...

When time reversed, everyone just felt a brief blankness in their minds, as if many things flashed across in an instant.

But upon trying to think carefully, they couldn’t catch a single thought.

Lord Sacrificial Officer and several great scholars were a bit startled looking at the situation before them—they truly felt old. How did they suddenly feel out of sorts?

As for the noble young men and women, although they also experienced a momentary daze, they didn’t pay much attention and quickly focused back on the talented person presenting poems.

The strongest feelings were experienced by the two brothers, Mo Yuanlin and Mo Yuanhao. Of course, there were many others outside the venue with the same strange sensation.

For instance, Yun Wanchen, Yun Zheng, Yun Zhan, and others.

Mo Yuanlin and Mo Yuanhao frowned slightly, looking at the empty space not far in front of them, unsure why they felt as if something had happened there.

But what exactly happened?

Could it be that they were too tired, leading to absent-mindedness?

Yun Wanye discreetly withdrew his gaze, stirring an immense wave in his heart.

Indeed, apart from him, his little sister, and Su Qianxue, no one else knew what transpired within that half hour.