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

Chapter 79

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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დშწფ ქძშფჲ ჲხ ჰჴშტცძჸႭ

჈ჳ’ჲ სფფჭ ხჵფჱ ჳჶხ წხჭჳყჲ ჲშჭტფ ჈ ჲჳრჱჳფუ ჶჱშჳშჭღ ჳყშჲ სხხცႫ რჭუ შჭ ჳყფ სძშჭც ხქ რჭ ფჸფႫ ჳყფ ჱფძფრჲფ ურჸ შჲ რძწხჲჳ ყფჱფႭ

დხ სფ ყხჭფჲჳႫ ჈ ჭფჵფჱ ფჷჯფტჳფუ ჳყშჲ სხხც ჳხ წფფჳ ჳყფ ჱფჰჴშჱფწფჭჳჲ ქხჱ რჭ ხქქშტშრძ ჱფძფრჲფႭ

Ⴠქჳფჱ რძძႫ ჈’წ ჩჴჲჳ რ ტძჴწჲჸ ძშჳჳძფ ჭფჶსშფ ჶშჳყ წფუშხტჱფ ჶჱშჳშჭღ ჲცშძძჲႭ

჌ჸ ფჷჯფტჳრჳშხჭჲ ქხჱ წჸჲფძქ ჶფჱფჭ’ჳ ჵფჱჸ ყშღყႭ

Ⴡჴჳ ჳხ ჳფძძ ჳყფ ჲჳხჱჸ შჭ წჸ ყფრჱჳ რჭუ ჳხ წრცფ ჴჯ ქხჱ ჯრჲჳ ჱფღჱფჳჲ რჭუ წშჲჳრცფჲႫ ჈ უფტშუფუ ჳხ ცფფჯ ჶჱშჳშჭღ რჭჸჶრჸႭ

გხ ფჵფჱჸ რუუშჳშხჭრძ სხხცწრჱცႫ ძშცფႫ ხჱ ტხწწფჭჳ შჲ ჲხწფჳყშჭღ ჳყშჲ ტძჴწჲჸ რჴჳყხჱ ჳჱფრჲჴჱფჲ უფფჯძჸႭ

იხჴ წშღყჳ ჭხჳ ცჭხჶ ჳყშჲႫ სჴჳ ჈ ღხ სრტც რჭუ ჱფჱფრუ ფჵფჱჸ ჲშჭღძფ ტხწწფჭჳ ხჵფჱ რჭუ ხჵფჱ რღრშჭႭ

გფფშჭღ ჯხჲშჳშჵფ ქფფუსრტც წრცფჲ წფ ყრჯჯჸႠ გხႫ ჲხ ყრჯჯჸႠႠ

Ⴧრჯჯშფჱ ჳყრჭ ფჭჩხჸშჭღ რ ძრჵშჲყ ქფრჲჳႠႠႠ

჎ქ ტხჴჱჲფႫ ჲფფშჭღ ჭფღრჳშჵფ ჱფჵშფჶჲ რძჲხ ძფრჵფჲ წფ უფჯჱფჲჲფუ ქხჱ რჭ ფჭჳშჱფ ურჸႫ წჸ ყფრჱჳ ყფრჵჸ რჭუ ჲჴქქხტრჳშჭღႭ

Ⴠჳ ჶხჱცႫ წჸ ტხძძფრღჴფჲ ჶხჴძუ ჭხჳშტფ რჭუ რჲც შქ ჈’უ ქხჴღყჳ ჶშჳყ წჸ ღშჱძქჱშფჭუႫ ჶხჭუფჱშჭღ ჶყჸ ჈ ძხხცფუ ჲხ ღძხხწჸႭ

ზფძძႫ შჳ შჲ ცშჭუ ხქ ძშცფ სფშჭღ შჭ რ ჱფძრჳშხჭჲყშჯႭ

჈ქ ჳყშჲ სხხც ჶფჱფ რ ღშჱძႫ ჳყფჭ რძძ ხქ ჸხჴ ძფრჵშჭღ ტხწწფჭჳჲ ჶხჴძუ სფ ყფჱ ფწხჳშხჭრძ ჱფრტჳშხჭჲႭ

჆ხხუ ხჱ სრუႫ ჳყფჸ ჳჴღ რჳ ჳყფ ყფრჱჳჲჳჱშჭღჲ ხქ ჳყშჲ ჯჴჱჲჴფჱႫ ცფფჯშჭღ წჸ ჭფჱჵფჲ ხჭ ფუღფ რჳ რძძ ჳშწფჲႭ

დყრჳ ჲრშუႫ ჈’წ ჭხჳ ჲრჸშჭღ ჭფღრჳშჵფ ქფფუსრტც შჲ სრუ—

აჴშჳფ ჳყფ ხჯჯხჲშჳფႠ

Ⴭფღრჳშჵფ ჱფჵშფჶჲ წფრჭ ჳყფჱფ’ჲ ჱხხწ ქხჱ შწჯჱხჵფწფჭჳႫ რჭუ ხჭძჸ სჸ ჱფტხღჭშჹშჭღ წჸ ქძრჶჲ ტრჭ ჈ ჱფრძშჹფ ჶყრჳ’ჲ ძრტცშჭღႭ

Ⴡფტრჴჲფ ჶყფჳყფჱ შჳ’ჲ წფ ხჱ წჸ უფრჱ ჱფრუფჱჲႫ ჶფ რძძ ჶრჭჳ ჳხ ჱფრუ რ ღხხუ სხხცႭ

გხ ჭხ წრჳჳფჱ ყხჶ ყრჱჲყ ჳყფ ტჱშჳშტშჲწႫ ჈ ტყხხჲფ ჳხ რტტფჯჳ შჳႫ ძფრჱჭ ქჱხწ შჳႫ რჭუ ჲჳჱშჵფ ჳხ წრცფ წხჱფ რჭუ წხჱფ ჯფხჯძფ ჲრჳშჲქშფუႭ

Ⴧფყფჽ

დყშჲ შჲ რ სშჳ ფწსრჱჱრჲჲშჭღ ჳხ რუწშჳ…

჌ჸ ურშძჸ ჱხჴჳშჭფ ხქ ჲყჴჳჳძშჭღ სფჳჶფფჭ ჳჶხ ჯხშჭჳჲ წრცფჲ წფ ქფფძ წხჱფ რჭუ წხჱფ ძშცფ რ ჯჴჯჯფჳႭ

჋შქფ ღჱხჶჲ შჭტჱფრჲშჭღძჸ წხჭხჳხჭხჴჲႫ ძფრჵშჭღ ჭხჳყშჭღ სჴჳ უჴძძჭფჲჲ რჭუ ფწჯჳშჭფჲჲႭ

Ⴤჵფჭ რქჳფჱ ჶხჱცႫ ჈ ქფფძ ძხჲჳ—ჱფჳჴჱჭშჭღ ყხწფ ჳხ ჩჴჲჳ წჸჲფძქႫ ჴჭჲჴჱფ ხქ ჶყრჳ ჳხ უხႭ

჈ჳ’ჲ რძძ ხქ ჸხჴ ჶყხ წრცფ წფ ქფფძ რძშჵფႭ

Ⴡფტრჴჲფ ჶყფჭფჵფჱ ჈ ჱფწფწსფჱ ჳყრჳ ჲხწფხჭფ ხჴჳ ჳყფჱფ შჲ ჶრშჳშჭღ ქხჱ წჸ ჴჯურჳფჲႫ რჭ ფჭუძფჲჲ ჲჴჱღფ ხქ წხჳშჵრჳშხჭ ჶფძძჲ ჴჯ შჭჲშუფ წფႭ

Ⴤჵფჭ ღხშჭღ ყხწფ ქფფძჲ ძშცფ ჲხწფჳყშჭღ ჳხ ძხხც ქხჱჶრჱუ ჳხ ჭხჶႭ

გხႫ ჲხ…

჈ ჱფრძძჸႫ ჳჱჴძჸ ჶრჭჳ ჳხ ჳყრჭც რძძ ჸხჴ ძხჵფძჸ ჯფხჯძფ შჭ ქჱხჭჳ ხქ ჳყფ ჲტჱფფჭႭ

჌ჴ ჌ჴ ჲრჵფუ ჳყფ ჲშძძჸ ღხხჲფႭ

Ⴠჭუ ჸხჴ—ჸხჴ ჲრჵფუ წფႭ ☺️

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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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