I started as a spirited young man, and the system made me a male god.

hungry!

The moment Chen Fei regained consciousness, he felt an invisible hand tightly squeezing his stomach.

"Hey, Fei! Are you starving?"

A voice exploded in my ear, and then my body was violently shaken.

Chen Fei barely opened his eyes, and his vision was blurry for a few seconds before it became focused.

Before me stood a young man with a yellow bowl cut hairstyle.

"Fuck..." Chen Fei managed to squeeze out two words from his throat as an answer.

"At least he can still talk; he's not quite dead yet."

The other person breathed a sigh of relief and pulled a crumpled plastic bag from their pocket.

"Consider yourself lucky. I waited at Haoweilai for half an hour and managed to snag a plate of braised pork rice. That bastard only ate two bites, what a waste."

The plastic bag was stuffed into Chen Fei's arms.

The warmth seeped into my palm through the thin plastic film.

Immediately afterwards, a smell of greasiness, soy sauce, and cheap spices filled my nostrils.

If it were Chen Fei a few minutes ago—

If Chen Fei, who had worked in operations at a clothing company for five years and had pulled three consecutive all-nighters during the Double Eleven promotion before collapsing in front of his computer in the office, saw this leftover food, he would definitely frown.

But at that moment he was just too hungry.

Chen Fei didn't even see what was inside before his fingers had already torn open the plastic bag on their own.

Without pausing, he picked up the plastic bag and began eating.

The food was overly salty and soy sauce-flavored, even worse than the lunchboxes at highway service areas.

But Chen Fei ate incredibly fast, swallowing the food almost without chewing.

Suddenly a bright light shone down, and Chen Fei looked up in confusion.

The blond-haired young man turned his back to me, took out his phone, turned on the flash, and started live streaming.

"Family, I've successfully brought the feast to my good brother Afei. He's starving."

Chen Fei looked at the young man and it took him a few seconds to recall, through the original owner's memories, that his name was Zhao Zhihao.

He's not only a spirited young man, but also a Kuaishou blogger with hundreds of followers.

Seeing Chen Fei stop eating, Zhao Zhihao decisively pressed the microphone mute button and turned to Chen Fei, saying:

"Hey Fei, give it your all! Eat a few more bites, and the live stream is getting more and more popular! If it becomes a hit, I'll treat you to all sorts of delicious food!"

After saying that, he squatted down, found a good angle, pointed his phone at Chen Fei, and continued the live broadcast.

Chen Fei glanced at the camera lens, then at the food in his hand. His Adam's apple bobbed. After hesitating for a few seconds between saving face and being full, he finally continued eating the leftovers, and even wolfed them down.

Zhao Zhihao quickly got into the zone and continued his commentary:

"My brother, Fei, had his parents divorce and remarry when he was young, and they didn't pay any attention to him. He's only alive now because his grandmother, who sells scrap metal, raised him."

He went to the city to work before finishing his studies, and after being scammed by a shady employment agency, he started to give up.

"Look, he hasn't eaten for three days. If I hadn't picked up some leftovers, he probably would have starved to death..."

With Zhao Zhihao's vivid explanation, Chen Fei quickly finished all the food.

He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

With something in my stomach, the excruciating burning sensation subsided slightly.

Chen Fei slowly raised his eyes, and for the first time truly saw his surroundings.

A tiny single room in a building where you can shake hands with someone, less than ten square meters in size.

A simple iron-framed bed took up almost half the space, with a blanket of questionable color and a few wrinkled clothes piled on it.

The air was filled with a pungent, musty, sweaty, and cigarette-like odor.

This was an environment that Chen Fei had never truly experienced in his previous life.

Even the most frugal shared living situation right after graduation was ten times better than this.

"Damn it..." Chen Fei closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

This is not a dream.

He transmigrated, and after his sudden death, he transmigrated into the body of a spirited young man also named Chen Fei.

The excruciating pain of my heart stopping in front of the computer was real, and so was this hellish start.

"Hey, Fei, are you alright?" Zhao Zhihao noticed Chen Fei's pale face, quickly put down his phone, and waved his hand in front of Chen Fei's eyes. "Are you still hungry? How about I go for a walk again?"

"No need. Thank you, Brother Hao," Chen Fei said, his voice still hoarse, but steadyer.

Zhao Zhihao was taken aback for a moment, seemingly a little unaccustomed to Chen Fei's formal expression of gratitude:

"Thanks my foot, we're practically family. But we need to get our money rolling; the rent's due in a few days."

Making money? How could he possibly make money like this? Chen Fei couldn't help but frown.

Going to work?

Even if I still have the memories and operational skills from my past life, how can I compete with 1200 million college graduates when I haven't even graduated from junior high school?

As a last resort, how about working in a factory? Or delivering food or couriers?

But Chen Fei was the operations director of a large company before he transmigrated, and he really didn't want to do these kinds of manual labor.

Just as he was feeling somewhat lost, a notification sound rang in his mind:

"Host's charm rating detected as low; God-like System successfully bound! Host can earn rewards by increasing charm or gaining the favor of others!"

Chen Fei sat up abruptly, his eyes widening instantly.

A semi-transparent panel appeared before my eyes, accompanied by a notification sound.

[Host: Chen Fei]

Height: 180cm, Weight: 59kg

[Charm: -24]

[Constitution: 34, Spirit: 59]

[Asset Status:]

Balance: -143.5 yuan

Company: None

Real estate: None

Vehicle: None

A system? A cheat system? A standard feature for transmigrators?!

A tremendous sense of absurdity and ecstasy simultaneously overwhelmed Chen Fei.

Before he could react, the panel flashed twice and new text appeared:

[Given the host's extremely poor initial condition, a newbie survival allowance is being issued.]

You have gained the passive skill: Face life with a smile.

[Skill Effect: Your first smile of the day will earn you a cash reward of 200 yuan.]

Smile every day, and you'll earn two hundred yuan!

Two hundred a day, that's six thousand a month, enough for him to survive!

No, it's not just about surviving; this is the first step he took towards the pinnacle of his life!

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Having experienced the highs and lows of life in just a few minutes, Chen Fei couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Zhao Zhihao jumped back in fright at his sudden laughter: "Holy crap! Fei! Fei, what's wrong with you? Are you really starving?"

"No, no, Brother Hao, I'm fine." Chen Fei stopped laughing, raised his hand to wipe his face, and his resilience, honed in his previous life, allowed him to quickly accept reality.

Although I transmigrated into the body of a young, energetic man, at least I'm still alive, and with the system, my future is definitely bright.

Zhao Zhihao looked at him with suspicion: "Really? Don't be so sure..."

Chen Fei stood up from the uncomfortable bed, took out his knock-off iPhone from his pocket and glanced at it; sure enough, the 200 yuan had been deposited into his account.

With the money in hand, Chen Fei immediately felt much more relaxed.

He got up and walked outside, saying, "Let's go, Brother Hao, I'll treat you to dinner."

After he finished speaking, the small rented room fell into a deathly silence.

All that could be heard was the whirring of the broken fan.

Zhao Zhihao's mouth dropped open, as if he had heard something unbelievable.