The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 82

Shen Ying was having a great time in her second world. Ever since acquiring that skill, she no longer had to agonize over choices. Whether it was the charming and alluring Doctor Jiang or the endlessly talented Best Actor Yu, Shen Ying had thoroughly experienced them all.

This world continued to align with her goal—work hard for a few months, enjoy life for decades.

Shen Ying highly commended her own work efficiency, but the system had a different opinion.

According to the post-mission statistics, this world had been a devastating loss for the game.

Generally, if it were just a minor deficit, it wouldn’t have been so noticeable. After all, their tragic-romance game had countless task-takers with varying levels of competence. While most were just fools stumbling through, the task worlds were real worlds—not something a script could fully control. So, losses and gains were inevitable.

But the real issue was that a high-level skill had been hijacked by an employee—exploiting a loophole in the rules to claim it as personal property.

This was an unprecedented act of malice, so Shen Ying and her dedicated system were immediately flagged by the higher-ups.

A quick look at the historical records revealed the truth—she was essentially a freeloader, drawing a salary without contributing any value.

The worst part? It wasn’t due to incompetence. On the contrary, her "performance" was outstanding. Thanks to hidden benefits and performance bonuses, she had amassed considerable wealth in just two worlds.

She was basically a parasite to the game.

As a host player, the game couldn’t punish Shen Ying as long as she didn’t violate any rules—not even verbal interference was allowed.

But the system wasn’t so lucky.

It was constantly dragged out for reprimands, nitpicked at every turn, and had its performance bonuses docked repeatedly.

[Now my ID is infamous. I can’t even hold my head up in the entire game.]

[No one calls me by my work number anymore—just ‘Minimum Wage.’]

[Every meeting makes an example out of me. Even yesterday’s restroom etiquette session used me as a cautionary tale. For f@#’s sake.]

Hearing this, Shen Ying was immediately indignant. "This is outrageous! How can they treat you like this?"

"Even if they’re disciplining a system, they should consider its owner. Cutting your pay and workplace bullying like this—are you just going to take it?"

The system: [Whose owner are you?]

Shen Ying was exasperated. "Why do you always miss the point? Right now, I’m speaking as a colleague, standing with you to formally protest the game’s actions."

"So what if business isn’t great? Who starts off as an elite genius? Systems need room to grow too. They shouldn’t dock your pay and humiliate you over a couple of losses."

The system: [Before being assigned to you, I was the top performer in my group, thank you very much.]

Shen Ying: "That makes it even more despicable. What company would ostracize its top salesperson over a couple of slip-ups?"

"Besides, were my mission evaluations low? I’m among the highest-rated newcomers. What right do they have to pick on you? They’re clearly just using this as an excuse."

Seeing her ally in outrage, the already livid system nearly crashed from sheer frustration.

Everything she said was correct, but both of them knew the unspoken truth—the company’s profit model.

While she completed missions flawlessly, if the game didn’t profit, it was the system’s failure.

Though partners, the system and host were fundamentally at odds in terms of interests.

And there was no way to argue it.

Done with this nonsense, the system unceremoniously dumped her into the next world.

Shen Ying was still rambling: "Are you sure you can handle this alone? Don’t need my help?"

The system sneered: [Worry about yourself first.]

The scene shifted. Shen Ying found herself in a classroom, surrounded by teenagers in pristine school uniforms. The environment was spacious and bright, the classroom outfitted with high-end equipment.

But the atmosphere in this supposedly youthful place was strangely tense.

Every gaze was fixed on Shen Ying—some brimming with malice, others coldly indifferent.

The desk in front of her was covered in garish paint, scrawled with vulgar insults.

Worse, a foul stench wafted from the desk compartment—likely stuffed with something unspeakable.

The original plot flooded Shen Ying’s mind.

After absorbing it, she fell silent for a rare few seconds before asking the system: "Did you guys pay copyright fees for this?"

The system: […]

No wonder Shen Ying worried this dumpster fire of a game would end up in court. This world’s plot was downright cliché.

A prestigious academy controlled by a top-tier wealthy family. A domineering young master running rampant. A poor scholarship girl bullied by the entire school for accidentally offending him.

A love story born from the heroine’s unyielding resilience, her tenacity winning over the male leads.

Shen Ying was almost moved. "System, I didn’t expect you to be this fair despite your struggles. No petty revenge?"

Compared to the last two worlds, the "original" suffering here was relatively mild, making her think the system had scored a big commission and rewarded her with a vacation.

The system remained silent, but Shen Ying wasn’t bothered, turning her attention back to reality.

A sweet voice chimed beside her: "Class is about to start. Shouldn’t you sit down, Shen Ying?"

She turned to see four flawlessly groomed girls. The leader had voluminous curls adorned with a diamond hairpin, looking like the most expensive doll in a display case.

This was Shen Zuola. According to the original host’s memories, she was the class beauty. Now, she looked down at Shen Ying with disdain. "What’s wrong? Can’t you hear me telling you to sit?"

Shen Ying glanced at her chair—coated in a layer of semi-transparent glue. Sitting would mean staying put all day.

Before she could react, someone shoved her.

Shen Zuola’s delicate fingers jabbed at Shen Ying’s shoulder. "Sit! The teacher’s coming. Are you really going to disrupt class like this?"

Her entourage joined in, eager to force Shen Ying into the seat.

The tension was suffocating.

Finally, the system spoke, its tone almost gleeful: [They’re just students. Handle with care, host.]

The system had spent a long time devising this trap. For someone like Shen Ying, throwing her against truly vile enemies would backfire—she’d have no qualms about eliminating them.

But a group of destructive yet not-quite-evil students? That could tie her hands.

Like now—she couldn’t possibly use underhanded tricks over something so trivial.

Yet until the male leads intervened, these students would hound her relentlessly.

Even if it wasn’t soul-crushing like a true tragedy, surely it’d stir up some negativity?

And if she felt even a shred of distress, the system could finally scrape together some profit.

Just as the system reveled in its scheme, Shen Ying spoke to Shen Zuola:

"Don’t touch me."

System: "She's rattled, she's rattled! Since when has this thing ever sounded so weak?"

Sure enough, Shen Zuola didn’t back off upon hearing this. Instead, she poked Shen Ying’s shoulder twice more—

"I touched you. What are you gonna do about it?"

Shen Ying remained calm. She glanced at the other girl’s hair and remarked, "Your curls aren’t natural, are they?"

Shen Zuola frowned. "What does that have to do with you sitting down?"

Shen Ying smiled. "You have fine, thin hair naturally, with not much volume, so you take great care of it—getting perms to add the illusion of fullness."

"I can tell you treasure every single strand."

She took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "If you touch me again, I’ll grab a fistful of your hair and yank it out with all my strength."

"With luck, I might even tear off a piece of your scalp. At the very least, you’ll end up with a bald patch. Given how fragile your hair follicles are, I can’t guarantee it’ll ever grow back."

Shen Zuola’s scalp prickled with dread, and she stumbled backward in alarm.

Shen Ying swept her gaze over the others nearby. "The same goes for the rest of you."

Her tone was eerily composed, devoid of any bluster or empty threats. Shen Zuola wasn’t about to gamble with her precious locks.

She forced a stiff, mocking laugh. "You’ll regret this."

With that, she and her clique retreated to their seats, seething but dismissing Shen Ying’s defiance as meaningless.

They might not dirty their hands with a penniless shrew like her, but there were plenty of other ways—and people—to make her suffer.

Just then, the teacher walked into the classroom. Spotting Shen Ying still standing, he asked, "Class has started. Why are you still on your feet?"

Shen Ying replied, "My desk and chair are unusable, sir."

The teacher understood perfectly but was powerless to intervene. "Then stand for the lesson."

Snickers rippled through the room.

The system goaded her: [You’d better think of something. The heroine faces collective bullying with unyielding defiance—you can’t let this go on.]

[Fight back! Wield that sharp tongue of yours and tear into them. Humiliate the entire class, teachers included, until they don’t dare look you in the eye.]

Shen Ying nodded. "You’re right. This can’t continue. According to the original plot, this nonsense would drag on for over half a month. I’m not putting up with that."

With that, she strode straight out of the classroom.

The students assumed she’d cracked under pressure and was fleeing, erupting into jeers and taunts.

But those seated near the windows noticed her pace was unhurried—not heading for the restroom or the stairwell, but—

Someone blurted out, "She’s going to Class A!"

Class A was where the four ringleaders, including Zhong Chen, the male lead, held court.

The entire class abandoned the lesson, crowding by the door and windows to watch.

Sure enough, Shen Ying entered Class A.

The teacher there had just begun lecturing when an unfamiliar student walked in.

After a brief scan of the room, Shen Ying marched straight toward one seat.

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Ignoring him, Shen Ying stopped in front of Zhong Chen, the source of her torment—and the novel’s male lead.

His bored expression shifted slightly at the sight of her.

The three sitting closest to him—Xing Jiale, Xiao Yun, and another—watched with amused interest.

Zhong Chen propped his chin on one hand, smirking. "What? Here to beg for mercy?"

Shen Ying smiled. "I’m here to solve the problem."

He scoffed. "Your coping mechanisms don’t concern me."

"I’ve thought it through," she continued. "This back-and-forth harassment is exhausting. You outnumber me, and it’s always a sneak attack—half the time, I don’t even know who’s behind it."

"So I’ve chosen a simpler solution."

Zhong Chen arched a brow, as if waiting for her to entertain him.

The next second, her fist smashed into his face.

The room erupted in shock.

Before anyone could react, Shen Ying grabbed his hair and slammed his head into the desk—

Once. Twice. Three times.

By the fourth impact, Xing Jiale lunged forward, wrapping his arms around Shen Ying’s waist and hauling her away from Zhong Chen.

The other students scrambled back as if she’d lit a powder keg.

Xiao Yun sauntered over and nudged Zhong Chen. "You alive?"

Zhong Chen lay motionless over the desk for a long moment, his face a mask of stunned disbelief where no one could see.

Then, with a sudden burst of energy, he slammed his hands down and shot upright, glaring at Shen Ying with murderous intensity.

The arrogant young master had never been humiliated like this.

His hair was disheveled, face bruised and swollen, lip split and bleeding.

His entire body trembled with rage as he opened his mouth to speak—

But Shen Ying cut him off.

"From now on, whoever lays a finger on me, I’ll take it out on you. No matter who does what, I won’t bother chasing them down."

She locked eyes with him, voice icy. "I’ll just make you pay double."