Xiaoming's fists were pummeling wildly, his face pale as a sheet, his lips quivering. He had just finished showering, and in that instant, he broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat trickled down his forehead.,He had always thought it was just a novel, but suddenly he realized that he was actually starting to get lucky. He was really being possessed by a system. What the hell...,He just graduated and hasn't found a good job yet. His standards are too high because he doesn't know how to do anything. Because of his high expectations, he hasn't even bothered to look for work in the past two months.。