Tokyo: There's something wrong with this counterattack system

Chapter 1 In short, this system is early

Chapter 1 In short, this system is early
【Life counterattack system is activated.】

[Checking the game environment for you. The network environment has been detected to be safe]

【Character: Kitahara Yoki】

[Personal panel: omitted]

[Tasks have been automatically matched for you]

At 35, on an ordinary night, on the tram returning home, you spotted a beautiful woman being harassed by a drunk. You discovered that she was none other than your company's top artist. You decided to gamble on your future.

[Mission: Save the Ace Painter]

[Reward: One chance to draw a lottery and obtain the skills of a famous historical painter]

Beiyuan was watching a movie when a panel suddenly popped up in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and thought that he was not dazzled.

In other words, Deep Blue has finally arrived.

In the sixteenth year after he crossed over, on an ordinary yet seemingly odd night, something called the Counterattack System came. His mood was a bit complicated and subtle.

Kitahara gathered his emotions and decided to explore the system's capabilities.

Three major items.

There is a personal attribute panel, a task panel, and a mall, but the mall interface is still gray, probably meaning it is disabled?
It seems that you can’t spend gold.

He clicked on his personal attributes - the average was five, except for his good looks which was eight, everything else was five.

It seems that being able to get into a private high school in Bunkyo Ward is all thanks to the accumulation in the previous life.

In terms of IQ, he is just an ordinary person.

Beiyuan took a look at the task, but before that, the name of the system caught his attention.

Life counterattack system?

Why didn't you come earlier?
Kitahara was a little angry. Of course, he was not angry for no reason, but the unpredictable nature of the world was hard to accept.

Winter passed and spring came again. In the blink of an eye, Beiyuan was sixteen years old. Not counting the previous life, this was an extremely long time, enough to forget many precious memories.
He had a miserable life in this life. He lost his parents at a young age and was raised by his grandfather. On the winter solstice two years ago, he lost his last relative. From then on, he had no one to rely on in the world.

Looking back on the past sixteen years, nothing has gone well. It is unknown which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Fortunately, he is optimistic by nature, or perhaps afraid of death, and he managed to survive this difficult start.

Although he has failed as a time traveler at present, Beiyuan is still full of expectations for life.

Failure is a constant throughout life. Who can avoid failure? As long as you are not dead or in a coffin, you will succeed one day.

Back then, Chen Daozai used 20 yuan to win 3700 million. He thought that Kitahara might become the Prime Minister of Japan. With this idea in mind, he worked part-time and studied, and finally got into a famous private school.

Now, he has finally adapted to this kind of life, and the system only comes now?
What exactly did you counterattack?
He was angry in his heart for a long time, and it seemed that the system also noticed his resentment, and a light blue screen appeared in front of him.

At 18, you were admitted to a good university. After graduation, you followed your passion and joined a large publishing house, working overtime until you vomited blood.

At 28, you offended someone close to you because of a small matter, and now you have no hope of promotion and are constantly being bullied.

At 30, you sold your parents' house, took on a 20-year mortgage, and finally met the requirements of your high school classmate and blind date. You got married, but your wife doesn't seem to like you very much.

[At 31, the publishing industry is in recession and you are unemployed]

At 32, your resume submissions fell flat on your face. You became depressed, drinking all day and remaining silent. Your wife grew increasingly dissatisfied with you.

[At the age of 33, your marriage broke down, and your ex-wife quickly found someone to live with after the divorce]

At the age of thirty-five, you hid in a dilapidated rental house, watching the heavy rain, and were shocked to find that the world was as dark as night.

Looking at his future, a sentence appeared in Kitahara's mind.

Since you can endure hardship, there will be endless hardship to endure.

What kind of worker is chosen by heaven? He works so hard overtime that he vomits blood and is still targeted by people with connections?

Isn’t this bullying an honest person?

And what about that ex-wife? Why did I end up with such a rotten crotch? Is there something wrong with my future self's brain?!
Beiyuan didn't quite believe that this was his future, but the system thoughtfully provided a picture of a man hiding in a rental house, drinking and feeling depressed, so he readily accepted it.

Although he didn't know why his future self would be so miserable, there must be a reason. Kitahara began to wonder if his moral bottom line was too high?

Maybe you have to throw away your morals to make money.

After observing carefully, Kitahara began to think about something again.

Not right.

The system says he's thirty-five, but he's sixteen now.

If we use this standard, Deep Blue seems to have arrived too early. And the most critical task seems to be calculated based on the age of 35.

Kitahara read the mission again.

He was a little confused. How could he, at the age of sixteen, save a woman who would only be harassed at the age of thirty-five?
Find a dump truck to start a business?
Create a time travel for yourself?

"Let's watch a movie first. I feel like I can't complete the mission."

Kitahara thought about it for a while and decided to put it aside and watch a movie. After all, he had spent 1,000 yen to buy the ticket.

The ticket is innocent.

As for the mission, I can only try my luck when I get home.

Beiyuan came out of the cinema and looked at the sky. It was getting late.

The movie ended at 10 p.m., and a group of high school friends had gone out to see a movie under the guise of team building. They didn't know what others thought, but Kitahara felt it was a waste of time. The idea that watching a movie could strengthen relationships was a bit naive. Kitahara believed so, but he couldn't resist the persuasion of his bad friend, who even paid for the tickets.

"Leave Kitahara."

A handsome boy waved, his eyes were bright, his hands were neatly trimmed, and his hair reached his forehead. When he saw Kitahara looking at him, he smiled gently.

Toyohara Hideyoshi, a friend Kitahara met in his first year of high school.

"Well, here we come."

Beiyuan came back to his senses and looked around: "Where's Jishui?"

"He said he wanted to confess his love to someone and asked us to go first," said Toyohara Hideyoshi.

"Where is he going to confess his feelings so late at night?"

"He said it was in a romantic place"

"A romantic place?"

Kitahara pondered, "Could it be Ochanomizu? If she's rejected, she won't jump?"

"I don't know. Do you want to go and have a look?" Hideyoshi asked doubtfully.

"Let's wait until he calls and asks us to rescue him." Kitahara shook his head.

"The lake water is very cold tonight. Should we remind him to wrap himself in a blanket before jumping into the river?"

"You're so gentle, Hideyoshi."

"No la"

Fengyuan and Beiyuan walked back side by side, and suddenly said on the way: "I just saw Sakura-san asked you for your contact information."

"Well, it seems like you want to discuss the topic with me," Kitahara said casually.

Reina Sakura is not bad looking, with an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, long legs and a thin waist, and soft breasts under her school uniform. Having a girlfriend like this is something to be proud of for any high school student.

Although Kitahara had a mediocre impression of her and this person seemed to have a bad reputation, he didn't mind chatting.

Better than the ex-wife in the system.

Hideyoshi stopped and said, "This girl."

"Is there a problem?" Kitahara asked.

"Not really."

Fengyuan Hideyoshi was a gentle man. He thought for a moment and then said slowly, "I heard that she's very close to many boys."

"What do you mean, green tea?"

"That's not a nice thing to say."

I understand what you mean.

Kitahara nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not Yoshimizu, and thank you."

"Need not."

Toyohara Hideyoshi looked at him for a few seconds, a dazed look on his face, then his face turned red and he quickly turned his head away.

Ignoring his friend's strange blush, Kitahara felt curious.

Toyohara Hideyoshi was his deskmate for a year. He was a gentle boy. What on earth did this girl do that made him specifically remind her?

Thinking this, Kitahara arrived at the station, said goodbye to Hideyoshi, and found the bus going home.

The time is half past ten.

The workers who had finished their socializing were almost going home, and they happened to catch the evening rush hour. The platform was filled with smoke and was full of drunkards. Judging from the scene, it was very consistent with the mission of the Golden Finger.

However, looking at their tired and numb expressions, Kitahara was still a little touched.

emotion.

How did society become like this?

It’s hard to imagine what the situation will be like after I graduate.

Kitahara looked at them, as if he had transcended time and saw the future Yoshimizu.

I?
There's no way I could become like this.

Now that we know the future, everything can change.

Kitahara firmly believed that he would become a billionaire.

Even if you are not a billionaire, you will have a billionaire wife.

Wuwuwu——

The evening tram came towards us across the track.

The car door opened, and Kitahara followed a group of drunkards into the car and started on the way home.