All night long, Yuan Zhou was immersed in the nightmare of shaking his phone continuously. Only when he woke up and truly saw the number 1 appearing on the phone did he get relieved.
"Luckily I have truly got it. I thought it was merely the screen of my phone." Yuan Zhou wiped the perspiration and felt a little speechless.
Ever since he got the system, Yuan Zhou had even saved money by not buying an air-conditioner. Yet, it was the first time that he had sweated apart from jogging every morning.
"The number 1 seems to be a curse for me." Yuan Zhou changed into neat clothes and went out for jogging.
After jogging, he washed the perspiration away and stood in front of the mirror. The conspicuous outline of his abdominal muscles finally made him happy.
"I have a good-looking face, enough money, and craftsmanship as well as the abdominal muscles now," Yuan Zhou looked at himself in the mirror delightedly.
