You Cultivate, I Farm - Chapter 211: Azure Spirit Realm, Invitation to Core Formation

From the day Qin Luo acquired the system, he set his sights on the aloof school beauty.The first time, Qin Luo brought milk tea to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 12th time, Qin Luo brought breakfast to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 48th time, Qin Luo brought roses to confess his feelings and was rejected.The 99th time, Qin Luo stood outside the dormitory loudly confessing his feelings and was rejected.Inside the girls’ dormitory, the school beauty waited and waited, but Qin Luo’s 100th confession never came.She took the initiative to find Qin Luo and asked, “Why didn’t you come to confess?”Qin Luo responded, “Miss, do we know each other?”The school beauty: “???”The next day, the school beauty appeared holding milk tea.Classmates exclaimed, “She broke character! The aloof school beauty broke character!”

In a twist of fate, Jun Hao, a ruthless street thug known for his brute strength and sharp instincts, dies at the hand of the boss he served like a slave.

When he thought he would die, he saw a screen flash before his eyes—it was a system and a status window!

[System integrating: Become A Top Idol]

Jun Hao finds himself abruptly transported into the body of Choi Joon-ho, a timid trainee hoping to make it big in the cutthroat world of idols through “Rising Stars,” a highly popular idol survival show. In a world unfamiliar to him, where singing, dancing, and charisma reign supreme, Jun Hao must navigate the treacherous waters of an idol survival show or risk losing the life of his beloved younger sister.

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