They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

Chapter 52

They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

After accidentally transmigrating into a novel world blending cliché romance tropes, Ji Mu is given a mission: change the four female leads’ negative perceptions of men, and he’ll return to the real world with a 100-million reward. What seemed like easy money soon takes a bizarre turn. “System, didn’t you say these heroines despise men so much that even the closest relationships would stay purely platonic?” Staring at the blushing, heart-eyed women closing in on him, Ji Mu breaks into a cold sweat, trembling in the corner. “Let me ask you one last time—are you absolutely sure this is just friendship?!” [Host, forget friendship for a second. Do you know what a ‘juicer’ is?] The system’s sudden, cryptic question makes him gulp, dread pooling in his gut. “W-what do you mean?” [Just a friendly warning…] The system pauses, its tone dripping with resignation. [All four of them are.] … If four wildly different, juicer-type beauties set their sights on you at once, what would you do? Only a child would try to choose—any sane person would bolt. “I can’t handle even one, let alone four!” Clutching the doorframe in a desperate last stand before being dragged into the room, Ji Mu wails: “SYSTEM, SAVE MEEEE!!!”

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ᯗᮤ᮵ᮣ ᮚᮥᮣᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᯗ᮵ᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮖᮕᮕᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮜᮑᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮞᮤᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮑᮣᮛ ᮩᮟᮥᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮕᮑᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮔᮕᮢᮣᮼ

᮶ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮟᮢᮢᮩ—ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮑ ᮘᮙᮑᮤᮥᮣ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮯ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮕ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮕᮞᮼ ᯗ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ ᮠᮢᮟᮝᮙᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮦᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩᮯ᮷

ᯖᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮑᮜᮝᮟᮣᮤ ᮤᮧᮟ ᮝᮟᮞᮤᮘᮣ ᮣᮙᮞᮓᮕ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮟᮥᮤᮼ

ᯗ ᮑᮜᮣᮟ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮛᮞᮟᮧ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮙᮤ—ᮧᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮟᮢ ᮞᮟᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮝᮙᮨ ᮟᮖ ᮠᮢᮑᮙᮣᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮢᮙᮤᮙᮓᮙᮣᮝᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮩ ᮝᮥᮓᮘᮺ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮟ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮼ

ᮃᮟᮝᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮕᮔᮒᮑᮓᮛ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮓᮘᮑᮠᮤᮕᮢᮣ—ᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮓᮢᮙᮞᮗᮕᮩ ᮟᮢ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮜᮩ ᮣᮧᮕᮕᮤ ᮟᮢ ᮧᮘᮑᮤᮕᮦᮕᮢᮼᮼᮼ

ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮘᮟᮞᮕᮣᮤᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮥᮤᮘᮟᮢᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮼᮼᮼ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮑ ᮑᮗᮢᮕᮕᮯ

ᯖᮕᮘᮺ ᮩᮕᮑᮘᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮠᮢᮕᮤᮤᮩ ᮑᮧᮛᮧᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮣᮤᮮ

᮶╥﹏╥᮷

ᯐᮥᮤᮼᮼᮼ

ᯗ ᮧᮢᮟᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮑᮩ ᮣᮟᮝᮕᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩᮼ ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᯘᮙ ᯛᮥ’ᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜ ᮑᮗᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮿᯄᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮛᮞᮟᮧᮺ ᮛᮙᮔᮣ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮑᮗᮕ ᮤᮕᮞᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮙᮝᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮺ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕ ᮓᮘᮥᮥᮞᮙᮒᮩᮟᮥ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮠᮢᮕᮖᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮢᮝᮟᮞᮩᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮢᮕ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮑᮖᮢᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮞᮖᮜᮙᮓᮤ ᮕᮙᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ’ᮣ ᮧᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮑᮢᮜᮩ ᮤᮕᮞᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮝᮩ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮛᮙᮜᮜᮣ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮜᮑᮓᮛᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮣᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮕᮨᮕᮓᮥᮤᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮓᮘᮑᮠᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮖᮕᮓᮤᮜᮩᮼ

ᮃᮟᮺ ᯗ ᮘᮟᮠᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮓᮑᮞ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮙᮦᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮝᮩ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮤᮓᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗᮣᮼ

ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮧᮟᮢᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮺ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮢᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮙᮝᮠᮢᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ—ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮝᮑᮩᮒᮕ—ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜ ᮜᮟᮦᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛ ᮑ ᮤᮙᮞᮩ ᮒᮙᮤ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮠᮜᮟᮤ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖᮺ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮛᮕᮔ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮣᮟ ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮤᮢᮙᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᯘᮙ ᯛᮥ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮜᮕᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗᮣ ᮕᮖᮖᮙᮓᮙᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮥᮞᮞᮕᮓᮕᮣᮣᮑᮢᮩ ᮔᮕᮜᮑᮩᮣᮼ

ᯚᮙᮛᮕ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮃᮙᮤᮥ ᮉᮑᮞ—ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᯗ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮣᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮔᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮟ ᮥᮠᮣᮕᮤ ᯗ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮼ

ᮄᮟᮣᮣᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᯗ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮣᮑᮤ ᮥᮠ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮺ ᮰ᮃᮓᮢᮕᮧ ᮙᮤᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮜᮕᮕᮠᮙᮞᮗ—ᯗ’ᮝ ᮗᮕᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮘᮑᮠᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮝᮑᮛᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮑᮣᮤᮑᮢᮔ ᮔᮟᮕᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮜᮙᮦᮕ ᮑᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮩᮯ᮰

ᯏᮖᮤᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮔᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮖᮕᮜᮤ ᮣᮟ ᮝᮥᮓᮘ ᮒᮕᮤᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᯓᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮗᮟ ᮤᮟ ᮧᮟᮢᮛ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮕᮨᮤ ᮔᮑᮩᮺ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮟᮖ ᮕᮞᮕᮢᮗᮩᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣ ᮝᮑᮔᮕ ᮝᮕ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮘᮑᮠᮠᮙᮕᮢᮺ ᮘᮕᮘᮮ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮣᮑᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮕᮞᮤ ᮙᮣ ᮰ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮩ᮰ ᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮰ᮣᮘᮟᮔᮔᮩ ᮠᮢᮟᮔᮥᮓᮤ᮰ᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮖᮥᮜ ᮓᮢᮙᮤᮙᮡᮥᮕᮣᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᯗ ᮢᮕᮢᮕᮑᮔ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮔᮑᮩᮣᮼ

ᯛᮑᮩᮒᮕ ᮙᮤ’ᮣ ᮒᮕᮓᮑᮥᮣᮕ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮞᮟᮟᮒ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮤᮑᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮖᮜᮕᮓᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮕᮜᮖᮻᮕᮦᮑᮜᮥᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮔᮟᮥᮒᮤᮣᮼ

ᯔᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮓᮕᮻᮟᮖᮻᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮞᮟᮦᮕᮜᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮛᮼᮼᮼ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮙᮑᮜᮟᮗᮥᮕ ᮙᮣ ᮰ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮩᮺ᮰ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮑᮤ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮞᮤ ᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮤᮕᮢᮩᯍ

ᯗᮤ’ᮣ ᮑ ᮣᮜᮙᮓᮕᮻᮟᮖᮻᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮢᮟᮝᮑᮞᮓᮕ—ᮙᮣᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮟᮧ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞᮑᮜ ᮣᮘᮙᮖᮤᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮥᮠᮣᮻᮑᮞᮔᮻᮔᮟᮧᮞᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮧᮕᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮙᮞ ᮓᮟᮥᮠᮜᮕᯍ

ᯗᮖ ᮑ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮙᮣ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮥᮢᮞ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮢ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮘᮑᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮢᮟᮓᮕᮣᮣ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮑ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮧᮘᮩ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞ ᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘ ᮗᮟᮙᮞᮗ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮟᮢ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕ ᮖᮟᮢᮼ

ᯗᮖ ᯗ ᮣᮤᮑᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮟᮖᮖ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮕᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮝᮑᮨ ᮑᮖᮖᮕᮓᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮜᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮟᮢ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮙᮝ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮣᮟᮝᮕ ᮢᮑᮞᮔᮟᮝ ᮤᮢᮙᮦᮙᮑᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮔᮔᮕᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮑᮞᮔᮕᮢᮕᮺ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮤᮟᮤᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮞᮟᮞᮣᮕᮞᮣᮙᮓᮑᮜᯍ

ᯏᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮘᮑᮢᮑᮓᮤᮕᮢ ᮧᮢᮙᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮞᮟᮤ ᮣᮥᮢᮕ ᮘᮟᮧ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮑᮒᮟᮥᮤ ᯘᮙ ᯛᮥ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮂᮥᮑᮞ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮼ

ᯏᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮜᮙᮛᮑᮒᮜᮕᯍ ᮇᮕᮜᮜᮻᮔᮕᮦᮕᮜᮟᮠᮕᮔᯍ ᯒᮟ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮙᮕᮣ ᮘᮟᮜᮔ ᮥᮠᯍ

ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮢᮕ ᮣᮑᮤᮙᮣᮖᮙᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮙᮤ ᮝᮕᮑᮞᮣ ᮝᮩ ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮘᮑᮠᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮠᮑᮙᮔ ᮟᮖᮖᮺ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮙᮖ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮑ ᮜᮙᮤᮤᮜᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮞᮟᮤᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮕᮕᮠ ᮤᮢᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮑᮢᮔᮕᮢᮮ

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ᯗ’ᮦᮕ ᮢᮑᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮟ ᮜᮟᮞᮗ—ᯗ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮖᮕᮕᮜ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᯗ’ᮝ ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮙᮞᮗᮜᮩ ᮧᮟᮢᮔᮩᮼ

ᯐᮥᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮘᮑᮦᮕ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮠᮙᮜᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮠ ᮙᮞ ᮝᮩ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮖ ᯗ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮟᮥᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮞᮤᮑᮜ ᮤᮟᮜᮜ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ’ᮦᮕ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮗᮢᮟᮧᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮃᮟᮢᮢᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮧᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮯ ᮶ᯌᮏᯊ᮷

ᯗ ᮣᮧᮕᮑᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮤᮙᮝᮕ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮦᮕᮞᮤ—ᮑᮒᮣᮟᮜᮥᮤᮕᮜᮩᮺ ᮠᮟᮣᮙᮤᮙᮦᮕᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤᮼ

ᯗᮖᮼᮼᮼ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮟᮛᮺ ᮠᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕ ᮜᮕᮑᮦᮕ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮓᮟᮝᮝᮕᮞᮤᮣᮯ ᮇᮘᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮩ’ᮢᮕ ᮗᮟᮟᮔ ᮟᮢ ᮒᮑᮔᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮤᮑᮛᮕ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮙᮞ ᮣᮤᮢᮙᮔᮕᮺ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮢᮕ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮙᮣᮣᮥᮕᮣᮺ ᯗ’ᮜᮜ ᮖᮙᮨ ᮤᮘᮕᮝ ᮢᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮯ

ᯚᮟᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮜᮜᮺ ᮝᮩ ᮔᮑᮢᮜᮙᮞᮗᮣᮮ

ᮃᮕᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮤᮟᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤᮯ 😘

They Promised to Hate Men, So Why Are Their Eyes Sparkling with Hearts?

After accidentally transmigrating into a novel world blending cliché romance tropes, Ji Mu is given a mission: change the four female leads’ negative perceptions of men, and he’ll return to the real world with a 100-million reward. What seemed like easy money soon takes a bizarre turn. “System, didn’t you say these heroines despise men so much that even the closest relationships would stay purely platonic?” Staring at the blushing, heart-eyed women closing in on him, Ji Mu breaks into a cold sweat, trembling in the corner. “Let me ask you one last time—are you absolutely sure this is just friendship?!” [Host, forget friendship for a second. Do you know what a ‘juicer’ is?] The system’s sudden, cryptic question makes him gulp, dread pooling in his gut. “W-what do you mean?” [Just a friendly warning…] The system pauses, its tone dripping with resignation. [All four of them are.] … If four wildly different, juicer-type beauties set their sights on you at once, what would you do? Only a child would try to choose—any sane person would bolt. “I can’t handle even one, let alone four!” Clutching the doorframe in a desperate last stand before being dragged into the room, Ji Mu wails: “SYSTEM, SAVE MEEEE!!!”

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