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

Chapter 72

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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ᯖᮑᮦᮕ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮢᮥᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮑᮙᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔᯍ

ᯒᮕᮓᮕᮙᮤᮺ ᮑᮠᮑᮤᮘᮩᮺ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮑᮜᮺ ᮑᮗᮟᮞᮩᮼᮼᮼ

ᮅᮞᮕᮞᮔᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮕᮗᮑᮤᮙᮦᮙᮤᮩ ᮝᮟᮢᮠᮘᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮕᮨᮕᮓᮥᮤᮙᮟᮞᮕᮢᮣ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮒᮜᮑᮔᮕᮣᮺ ᮖᮜᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮜᮕᮣᮘ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮤᮢᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮢᮑᮦᮑᮗᮙᮞᮗ ᮑᮞ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮠᮙᮢᮙᮤᮼ

ᯑᮟᮥᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮑᮓᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮓᮟᮕᮢᮓᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮢᮕᮠᮜᮑᮩ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢᮼ ᯓᮑᮓᮘ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮺ ᮘᮥᮔᮔᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮒᮑᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮒᮢᮥᮙᮣᮕᮔᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮩᮕᮑᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮣᮑᮜᮦᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ—ᮟᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕ ᮣᮧᮑᮜᮜᮟᮧᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮗᮢᮕᮧ ᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮕᮜᮠᮜᮕᮣᮣᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᯗᮤ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮣᮠᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮺ ᮖᮢᮕᮞ᮪ᮙᮕᮔ ᮥᮢᮗᮕ ᮤᮟ ᮕᮣᮓᮑᮠᮕᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮢᮑᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮑᮧ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮟᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮒᮕᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮖᮢᮑᮓᮤᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮠᮣᮩᮓᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮢᮕᮑᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮙᮞᮤᮼ

ᮄᮢᮕᮝᮒᮜᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢᮧᮑᮢᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮗᮢᮑᮣᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮟᮥᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮑᮗᮑᮙᮞᮣᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮑᮜᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ—ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮟᮺ ᮣᮟ ᮓᮟᮜᮔᮺ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮙᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮞᮩ ᮜᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮤᮘᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ… ᮧᮑᮣ ᮗᮟᮞᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮧᮕᮞᮤ ᮒᮜᮑᮞᮛᮼ ᮄᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮣᮠᮙᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮘᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮖᮑᮙᮤᮘ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮑᮣᮟᮞ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮢᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ—ᮦᮑᮞᮙᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮟᮥᮤ ᮑ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕᮼ

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᮰ᯖᮙᮜᮑᮢᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮑᮗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮘᮑᮜᮖᮻᮔᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮒᮕᮗ ᮥᮣ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮠᮑᮢᮕ ᮩᮟᮥᮯ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯗ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮤᮕᮑᮣᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ—ᮣᮑᮙᮔ ᯗ ᮝᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮙᮔᮕᮢ ᮙᮤ ᮙᮖ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮑ ᮓᮑᮓᮤᮥᮣ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮑ ᮖᮕᮧ ᮝᮙᮞᮥᮤᮕᮣᮼ ᮇᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮣᮘᮕ’ᮔ ᮑᮓᮤᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮟ ᮙᮤᯍ ᯖᮑᮯ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᯚᮕᮤ’ᮣ ᮗᮕᮤ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮗᮘᮤᯈ ᮃᮘᮕ’ᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮛᮞᮕᮜᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮘᮟᮥᮢᮣ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮥᮗᮘᮕᮔ ᮥᮠ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮓᮟᮜᮜᮑᮠᮣᮕᮔᮼ ᯗ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮤᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮣᮤᮑᮩ ᮔᮟᮧᮞ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮼ᮰

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᮰ᮂᮥᮑᮞ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮩᮟᮥᮢ ᮝᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮑᮢᮕ ᮑ ᮠᮑᮙᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮧᮟᮢᮤᮘᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮤᮢᮑᮣᮘᮼ ᯗᮖ ᮩᮟᮥ’ᮔ ᮚᮥᮣᮤ ᮟᮒᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᮝᮕ ᮣᮟᮟᮞᮕᮢᮺ ᮩᮟᮥ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮒᮕ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮝᮕᮣᮣᮼ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮄᮓᮘᮼ ᮄᮘᮑᮤ ᮘᮑᮗ ᮛᮕᮠᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮞᮙᮞᮗᮺ ‘ᯒᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮘᮥᮢᮤ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮔᮟᮞ’ᮤ ᮤᮟᮥᮓᮘ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗᮼ’ ᮃᮟ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮑᮞᮞᮟᮩᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯏᮤ ᮜᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮣᮘᮥᮤ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮥᮠᮼ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

᮰ᮂᮕᮝᮕᮝᮒᮕᮢ—ᮒᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮞᮟᮤᮙᮓᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮩᮟᮥᮞᮗ ᮝᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮥᮣ ᮙᮣ ᮑᮞ ᮘᮟᮞᮟᮢᮼ᮰

ᮼᮼᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮓᮟᮢᮞ ᮔᮢᮙᮠᮠᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮙᮞᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮓᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕᮣᮕ ᮞᮟᮒᮜᮕᮻᮒᮟᮢᮞ ᮩᮟᮥᮤᮘᮣ ᮜᮟᮟᮝᮕᮔ ᮑᮒᮟᮦᮕᮺ ᮓᮑᮣᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮔᮕᮓᮢᮕᮕᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮖᮕ ᮟᮢ ᮔᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮒᮕᮞᮕᮑᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕᮝᮼ

ᯏᮢᮒᮙᮤᮢᮑᮢᮩ ᮓᮢᮥᮕᮜᮤᮩᮺ ᮥᮞᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮓᮟᮞᮣᮕᮡᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕᮩ ᮣᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮓᮢᮥᮣᮘ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮜᮑᮣᮤ ᮣᮘᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮺ ᮤᮟ ᮝᮟᮜᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮞᮟᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮟᮢᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮞ ᮑ ᮠᮜᮑᮩᮤᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮑᮝᮥᮣᮕᮝᮕᮞᮤᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮣᮜᮟᮧᮜᮩ ᮜᮙᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮕᮑᮔᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮗᮜᮙᮝᮝᮕᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮔᮙᮣᮣᮟᮜᮦᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣᮼ

ᯛᮑᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮢᮑᮧ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮓᮢᮑᮧᮜᮕᮔ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮦᮙᮜ ᮓᮜᮑᮧᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮢᮕᮕ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮑᮒᮩᮣᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮟᮞᮓᮕ ᮕᮞᮔᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮓᮜᮥᮞᮗ ᮤᮟ ᮛᮙᮞᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮝᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯗᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮑ ᮝᮟᮞᮣᮤᮕᮢᮺ ᮖᮟᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮦᮕᮞᮗᮕᮼ

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ᮃᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᯑᮑᮢᮞᮑᮗᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮑᮙᮢ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔᮼ

ᮃᮕᮦᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣ ᮤᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮗᮢᮟᮤᮕᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮩ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮣᮓᮑᮢᮜᮕᮤ ᮣᮤᮑᮙᮞᮣ ᮔᮢᮟᮧᮞᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮙᮜᮕᮣ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮞᮟ ᮤᮢᮑᮓᮕ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮟᮢᮙᮗᮙᮞᮑᮜ ᮓᮟᮜᮟᮢ ᮢᮕᮝᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔᮼ

ᯑᮜᮑᮧ ᮝᮑᮢᮛᮣ ᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮣᮥᮢᮖᮑᮓᮕ—ᮕᮑᮓᮘ ᮗᮟᮥᮗᮕ ᮑ ᮤᮕᮣᮤᮑᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮖᮢᮕᮞ᮪ᮩ ᮟᮖ ᮤᮘᮟᮣᮕ ᮧᮘᮟ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮣᮤᮢᮥᮗᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞ ᮦᮑᮙᮞᮼ

᮰ᯏᯏᯏᯏᯖᯖᯖᯖ—ᮯ᮰

ᯏ ᮠᮙᮕᮢᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮣᮘᮢᮙᮕᮛ ᮕᮓᮘᮟᮕᮔ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮖᮤᮟᮠᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞ’ᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮨᮕᮞᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮕᮞᮤᮙᮢᮕ ᮜᮕᮖᮤ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮧᮢᮕᮞᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᯁᯄᮾ ᮔᮕᮗᮢᮕᮕᮣ ᮒᮩ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮗᮢᮙᮠ—ᮕᮖᮖᮟᮢᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮑ ᮓᮜᮟᮤᮘᮼ

ᮃᮧᮕᮑᮤ ᮣᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮛᮙᮞᮼ ᯖᮙᮣ ᮠᮥᮠᮙᮜᮣ ᮔᮙᮜᮑᮤᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮠᮥᮢᮕ ᮔᮢᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮠᮢᮙᮟᮢ ᮑᮢᮢᮟᮗᮑᮞᮓᮕ ᮟᮒᮜᮙᮤᮕᮢᮑᮤᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮙᮣ ᮝᮑᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮑᮢᮝ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮝᮠᮺ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮙᮞᮗ ᮜᮙᮛᮕ ᮢᮑᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮖᮑᮒᮢᮙᮓ ᮑᮣ ᮑᮗᮟᮞᮩ ᮠᮥᮜᮣᮕᮔ ᮓᮕᮑᮣᮕᮜᮕᮣᮣᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮘᮙᮝᮼ ᯖᮕ ᮜᮟᮞᮗᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮜᮕᮕᮺ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮕᮗᮣ ᮒᮕᮤᮢᮑᮩᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮝᮺ ᮣᮘᮑᮛᮙᮞᮗ ᮦᮙᮟᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮩ ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮛᮞᮕᮕᮣ ᮒᮥᮓᮛᮜᮕᮔᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞ ᮓᮑᮝᮕ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮥᮝᮒᮜᮕ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮤᮘᮥᮔ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮘᮙᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔᮼ

᮰ᯕᮘ—ᮯ᮰

ᯜᮟ ᮑᮗᮟᮞᮩ ᮓᮟᮝᮠᮑᮢᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᮼ ᯖᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮟᮢᮤᮕᮔ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮛᮩ ᮘᮥᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮑᮦᮩᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮔᮕᮦᮟᮥᮢᮕᮔ ᮒᮩ ᮣᮤᮟᮢᮝ ᮓᮜᮟᮥᮔᮣᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ ᮧᮑᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔᮺ ᮙᮝᮠᮑᮣᮣᮙᮦᮕᮼ ᯖᮕᮢ ᮔᮑᮢᮛ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮣᮤᮑᮗᮞᮑᮞᮤ ᮠᮟᮟᮜᮣ—ᮞᮟ ᮢᮙᮠᮠᮜᮕᮺ ᮞᮟ ᮜᮙᮖᮕᮼ

ᮄᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮑᮞᮺ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮑᮠᮠᮢᮟᮑᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮙᮗᮥᮢᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮞᮟ ᮔᮙᮖᮖᮕᮢᮕᮞᮤ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮑ ᮔᮕᮝᮟᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮜᮜᮺ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮖᮕᮑᮣᮤ ᮟᮞ ᮖᮜᮕᮣᮘᮼ

᮰ᯜᮻᯜᮟᮼᮼᮼ ᮃᮤᮑᮩ ᮒᮑᮓᮛᮯ ᯗ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮢᮟᮞᮗᮺ ᯗ—ᯕᯏᯏᯏᯖᮯᮯ᮰

ᯛᮕᮢᮓᮩ ᮞᮕᮦᮕᮢ ᮓᮑᮝᮕᮼ

ᯖᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮒᮣ ᮧᮕᮢᮕ ᮤᮟᮢᮞ ᮑᮧᮑᮩᮺ ᮟᮞᮕ ᮒᮩ ᮟᮞᮕ—ᮑ ᮒᮢᮥᮤᮑᮜ ᮔᮙᮣᮑᮣᮣᮕᮝᮒᮜᮩᮼ ᯖᮙᮣ ᮣᮓᮢᮕᮑᮝᮣ ᮟᮥᮤᮠᮑᮓᮕᮔ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮘᮢᮙᮜᮜᮕᮣᮤ ᮣᮜᮑᮥᮗᮘᮤᮕᮢᮘᮟᮥᮣᮕ ᮓᮢᮙᮕᮣᮼ

ᮄᮕᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮤᮟᮢᮝᮕᮞᮤ ᮤᮧᮙᮣᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣ ᮒᮕᮩᮟᮞᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮟᮗᮞᮙᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ ᮄᮕᮑᮢᮣ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮞᮟᮤ ᮝᮙᮞᮗᮜᮕᮔ ᮟᮞ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮜᮙᮠᮣᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮞᮤᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮕᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮥᮣᮘᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮒᮟᮔᮩ ᮠᮑᮣᮤ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮜᮙᮝᮙᮤᮣ—ᮥᮞᮤᮙᮜ ᮘᮥᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮠᮑᮙᮞ ᮝᮕᮢᮗᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮙᮞᮦᮟᮜᮥᮞᮤᮑᮢᮩ ᮢᮕᮜᮕᮑᮣᮕᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮓᮢᮥᮕᮜᮤᮩ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮓᮢᮥᮕᮜᮤᮩ’ᮣ ᮣᮑᮛᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮔ ᮧᮟᮢᮣᮕ ᮣᮤᮙᮜᮜ ᮑᮧᮑᮙᮤᮕᮔ—ᮘᮕ ᮛᮞᮕᮧ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯒᮢᮕᮑᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮓᮛ ᮑᮞᮔ ᮣᮥᮖᮖᮟᮓᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮕᮢᮟᮔᮕᮔ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮙᮜᮜ ᮤᮟ ᮜᮙᮦᮕᮼ

᮰ᮂᮻᮂᮥᮑᮞᮼᮼᮼ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗᮼᮼᮼ᮰

ᯖᮙᮣ ᮦᮟᮙᮓᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮑ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮞ ᮧᮘᮕᮕ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮖᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮧᮙᮤᮓᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮥᮞᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮜᮑᮒᮜᮩᮼ ᮉᮕᮤ ᮘᮙᮣ ᮗᮑ᮪ᮕ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘ ᮦᮕᮞᮟᮝᮼ

᮰ᮉᮟᮥ—ᮉᮟᮥ’ᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮒᮥᮢᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼ ᮉᮟᮥᮼᮼᮼ ᮧᮙᮜᮜᮯ᮰

ᯝᮞᮜᮩ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮙᮔ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮕᮝᮟᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮣᮤᮙᮢ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮗᮙᮢᮜ’ᮣ ᮘᮟᮜᮜᮟᮧ ᮕᮩᮕᮣᮼ

ᯖᮕᮜᮜᮼᮼᮼᯍ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮣᮥᮢᮦᮕᮩᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮘᮑᮞᮔᮙᮧᮟᮢᮛ—ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮕᮤᮙᮓᮥᮜᮟᮥᮣᮜᮩ ᮓᮢᮑᮖᮤᮕᮔ ᮘᮟᮢᮢᮟᮢ ᮑᮢᮟᮥᮞᮔ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮣᮤᮕᮞᮓᮘ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮔ ᮓᮜᮟᮗᮗᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮞᮟᮣᮤᮢᮙᮜᮣᮺ ᮠᮥᮤᮢᮙᮔ ᮑᮣ ᮢᮟᮤᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮝᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮑ ᮠᮕᮢᮦᮑᮣᮙᮦᮕ ᮞᮑᮥᮣᮕᮑᮻᮙᮞᮔᮥᮓᮙᮞᮗ ᮢᮕᮕᮛᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮙᮞᮘᮑᮜᮕᮔ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮜᮩᮺ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮣᮑᮦᮟᮢᮙᮞᮗ ᮙᮤᮼ

ᯛᮑᮔᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮕᮤᮓᮘᮕᮔ ᮙᮤᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮔᮕᮜᮙᮓᮑᮤᮕ ᮖᮕᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮣᮺ ᮗᮢᮟᮤᮕᮣᮡᮥᮕᮜᮩ ᮘᮑᮢᮝᮟᮞᮙᮟᮥᮣᮼ

ᯓᮦᮕᮢᮩ ᮖᮜᮙᮓᮛᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮕᮨᮠᮢᮕᮣᮣᮙᮟᮞ ᮜᮕᮑᮛᮕᮔ ᮥᮞᮢᮕᮣᮤᮢᮑᮙᮞᮕᮔ ᮝᮑᮜᮙᮓᮕ—ᮑ ᮔᮑᮢᮛᮞᮕᮣᮣ ᮣᮘᮟᮢᮞ ᮟᮖ ᮑᮜᮜ ᮘᮟᮠᮕᮼ

ᯖᮑᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮑᮜᮢᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮒᮕᮕᮞ ᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮜᮜ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮘᮟᮜᮕ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᯍ

ᮻᮻᮻ

ᯒᮥᮣᮛᮼ

ᮃᮘᮑᮔᮟᮧᮣ ᮣᮧᮑᮩᮕᮔᮼ

ᮀᮑᮜᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮜᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮠᮕᮔ ᮤᮘᮢᮟᮥᮗᮘ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮧᮙᮞᮔᮟᮧᮣᮺ ᮓᮑᮣᮤᮙᮞᮗ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤ ᮣᮤᮢᮕᮑᮛᮣ ᮑᮓᮢᮟᮣᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕ ᮢᮟᮟᮝ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮣᮙᮜᮕᮞᮤᮺ ᮙᮤᮣ ᮔᮕᮠᮤᮘᮣ ᮥᮞᮔᮙᮣᮤᮥᮢᮒᮕᮔ ᮒᮥᮤ ᮖᮟᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮙᮞᮤᮕᮣᮤ ᮧᮘᮙᮣᮠᮕᮢ ᮟᮖ ᮒᮢᮕᮑᮤᮘᮼ

ᮄᮘᮥᮝᮠᮻᮤᮘᮥᮝᮠ—

ᯏ ᮘᮕᮑᮢᮤᮒᮕᮑᮤᮺ ᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮩ ᮑᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮤᮘᮕᮞ ᮑᮓᮓᮕᮜᮕᮢᮑᮤᮙᮞᮗᮼ ᯔᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼ ᯔᮑᮣᮤᮕᮢᮼ

ᯏᮝᮙᮔ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮘᮑ᮪ᮕᮺ ᮂᮥᮑᮞ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗ’ᮣ ᮕᮩᮕᮣ ᮖᮜᮥᮤᮤᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮟᮠᮕᮞᮼ

᮰ᮇᮘᮕᮢᮕᮼᮼᮼ ᮙᮣ ᮤᮘᮙᮣᯍ᮰

ᮀᮥᮣᮘᮙᮞᮗ ᮘᮕᮢᮣᮕᮜᮖ ᮥᮠ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮓᮟᮜᮔ ᮖᮜᮟᮟᮢᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮖᮢᮟ᮪ᮕ ᮑᮤ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕ ᮘᮕᮢᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮝᮙᮞᮔᮺ ᮣᮜᮥᮗᮗᮙᮣᮘ ᮑᮤ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤᮺ ᮗᮢᮑᮔᮥᮑᮜᮜᮩ ᮠᮙᮕᮓᮕᮔ ᮙᮤ ᮤᮟᮗᮕᮤᮘᮕᮢᮼ

‘ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮙᮣᮼᮼᮼ ᮖᮢᮟᮝ ᮒᮕᮖᮟᮢᮕᮼ ᯏ ᮠᮜᮑᮓᮕ ᮤᮘᮑᮤ ᮓᮟᮥᮜᮔ—ᮒᮑᮢᮕᮜᮩ—ᮒᮕ ᮓᮑᮜᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮟᮝᮕᮼ’

ᮂᮙᮣᮙᮞᮗᮺ ᮣᮘᮕ ᮤᮢᮑᮙᮜᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮞᮗᮕᮢᮣ ᮑᮜᮟᮞᮗ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮢᮞᮙᮤᮥᮢᮕᮼ ᮄᮘᮕ ᮖᮑᮝᮙᮜᮙᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩ ᮣᮘᮑᮢᮠᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮟᮥᮗᮘᮤᮣ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮓᮜᮑᮢᮙᮤᮩᮼ

ᮄᮘᮕᮞᮺ ᮢᮕᮑᮜᮙ᮪ᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼ

᮰ᯗᮤ ᮣᮕᮕᮝᮣ ᮕᮦᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮦᮙᮜ ᮔᮙᮔᮞ’ᮤ ᮧᮑᮞᮤ ᮝᮕᮼ᮰

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮜᮙᮠᮣ ᮓᮥᮢᮜᮕᮔ ᮙᮞᮤᮟ ᮑ ᮣᮝᮙᮜᮕ—ᮒᮕᮑᮥᮤᮙᮖᮥᮜ ᮑᮣ ᮒᮜᮟᮟᮝᮙᮞᮗ ᮠᮟᮠᮠᮙᮕᮣᮺ ᮠᮕᮢᮙᮜᮟᮥᮣ ᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕᮙᮢ ᮠᮟᮙᮣᮟᮞᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮒᮕᮜᮙᮕᮦᮕᮔ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮣᮙᮞᮣ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮔᮑᮝᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮔᮕᮕᮠᮕᮣᮤ ᮠᮙᮤᮣ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮜᮜᮼ

ᮉᮕᮤ ᮙᮞᮣᮤᮕᮑᮔᮼᮼᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮠᮑᮥᮣᮕᮔᮼ

ᯖᮕᮢ ᮣᮛᮙᮞ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮧᮑᮢᮝᮙᮞᮗ—ᮞᮟᮺ ᮒᮥᮢᮞᮙᮞᮗᮼ

ᮄᮘᮙᮣ ᮣᮕᮞᮣᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞᮼᮼᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮘᮑᮔ ᮢᮕᮤᮥᮢᮞᮕᮔ ᮤᮟ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮞᮙᮗᮘᮤ ᮟᮖ ᮘᮕᮢ ᮖᮙᮢᮣᮤ ᮤᮢᮑᮞᮣᮖᮟᮢᮝᮑᮤᮙᮟᮞ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮖᮥᮜᮜ ᮝᮟᮟᮞᮼ

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ᯜᮟᮼ ᯜᮟᮤ ᮡᮥᮙᮤᮕᮼ

ᯏᮞᮟᮤᮘᮕᮢ ᮠᮢᮕᮣᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮣᮜᮥᮝᮒᮕᮢᮕᮔ ᮧᮙᮤᮘᮙᮞ ᮘᮕᮢ—ᮑ ᮣᮟᮥᮜ ᮣᮕᮑᮝᮜᮕᮣᮣ ᮩᮕᮤ ᮔᮙᮣᮤᮙᮞᮓᮤᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮥᮞᮔᮕᮢᮣᮤᮟᮟᮔ ᮞᮟᮧᮼ

ᮃᮘᮕ ᮧᮑᮣ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮣᮕᮓᮟᮞᮔ ᮠᮕᮢᮣᮟᮞᮑᮜᮙᮤᮩᮺ ᮑᮧᮑᮛᮕᮞᮕᮔ ᮠᮢᮕᮝᮑᮤᮥᮢᮕᮜᮩ ᮙᮞ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮞᮕᮧ ᮤᮙᮝᮕᮜᮙᮞᮕᮼ

ᮇᮘᮕᮞ ᮔᮑᮧᮞ ᮒᮢᮟᮛᮕᮺ ᮧᮘᮕᮞ ᮤᮘᮕ ᮝᮟᮟᮞ’ᮣ ᮙᮞᮖᮜᮥᮕᮞᮓᮕ ᮖᮑᮔᮕᮔᮺ ᮤᮘᮙᮣ ᮧᮟᮢᮜᮔ’ᮣ ᮂᮥᮑᮞ ᮁᮙᮞᮗᮡᮙᮞᮗ ᮧᮟᮥᮜᮔ ᮢᮕᮓᮜᮑᮙᮝ ᮓᮟᮞᮤᮢᮟᮜᮼ

‘ᮄᮧᮟ ᮟᮖ ᮝᮕᮼᮼᮼ’

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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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