Chapter 12: Good Sisters
Gu Qinghuan couldn’t help but point at herself: [Hey, I was even elected class monitor by everyone!]
She was actually a little proud of that!
[That’s not the kind of “low sense of presence” I mean. Let me think how to explain,] the system pondered for a moment. [You and your father are still alive because I used my energy to hypothesize a possibility where you survived, and then continued it.]
[Although I got the world’s approval, it’s only temporary. If you can’t complete the mission and the contract doesn’t take effect, you’ll both die according to your original fate.]
[To reduce the impact of mission failure, the world will try to ensure that you and your father don’t get involved in other people’s fates.]
[Because the world is woven together through fate—a person’s choices will be linked to others, extending endlessly.]
Gu Qinghuan scratched her head: [I think I sorta get it.]
For example—someone collapses on the road, feeling unwell. She asks for help; the person she asks might refuse, or might agree.
If they help, she might thank them with money; if they refuse, she might resent them and seek revenge—creating all sorts of possibilities.
But even if Gu Qinghuan and her father walked right past that person, they wouldn’t be asked for help. They wouldn’t become part of that person’s choices or fate.
[You can intervene in other people’s choices, but the reverse isn’t true—they won’t actively choose you,] the system said.
[Then why did my classmates choose me as class monitor?] Gu Qinghuan still couldn’t let it go.
[Like I said—the condition is that you and your classmates are together,] the system explained. [Normally, you and your father’s lives won’t be much affected. But if it involves your classmates, that’s a special case.]
Gu Qinghuan had a bad feeling: [Is there something wrong with them?]
[On some day in the future, they may… regret,] the system replied.
[Betrayed, hated, attacked, destroyed—]
[When their pain peaks, they’ll attract the attention of a certain… something, which will offer them a so-called “regret medicine.”]
[Once they accept, the fate that was woven will instantly unravel. That thing will seize the chance to steal fate, causing destruction to the world.]
[Even if they use regret to get what they think is a “happy ending,” the world will still gradually head toward destruction.]
[Why?] Gu Qinghuan asked.
[Because to the world, fate isn’t good or bad—what matters is whether it can continue,] the system said. [The “perfect ending” they get is still just one possibility within fate.]
[By re-choosing, the regret-taker denies their original choice, completely erasing the future that choice would have created. Over time, the number erased becomes unimaginable.]
[So I chose you. Your mission is to interfere with their choices, or create more choices for them.]
[Even if some choices still lead to the worst, most despairing fate, as long as there are more not-so-bad fates, that thing will give up because regret becomes too difficult.]
[Sounds like it’s not that easy for it to make people regret,] Gu mused, rubbing her chin.
[Right. After all, it’s about reversing time. The more possible fates there are, the harder it is to rewind,] the system said.
It’s like trying to pick up candy scattered on the ground—the more candy there is, the longer and harder it is to gather them back into the basket.
[Then I want to fill everyone’s basket,] Gu said with a grin.
[What basket?] The system couldn’t keep up with her train of thought.
Gu didn’t answer—it was already on to something else. She pulled out her phone and sent a message in the class group.
Gu Qinghuan: [Question! How do you join the student council?]
Qin Yue: [???]
Qin Yue: [The Mingde student council members are nominated by current officers, approved through internal meetings, shortlisted, and then pass both a written test and an interview to become probationary members. After a one-month trial period, only those who pass become official members.]
Qin Yue: [Gu Qinghuan, don’t even think about it.]
Gu Qinghuan: [Mingde’s student council is so strict…]
Qin Yue: [Exactly!]
Gu Qinghuan: [So who are the current council officers?]
Qin Yue: [Did you even hear what I just said?!]
Qin Yue held his phone, feeling like his nose was about to bend from frustration. He had kindly told Gu how hard it was to join, hoping she’d save herself the trouble—but she just had to be the type who wouldn’t give up until she hit a wall.
He didn’t reply, but the group chat carried on. People started naming a few officers, though more were talking about how powerful Mingde’s student council was.
Reading all the “fun facts” they shared, Gu Qinghuan felt her worldview getting a full refresh.
Clubs could get outside sponsorships—but the student council not only could do that, they also had special funding from the school and exclusive office space.
In many universities, the student council just managed discipline, checked dorms, and organized activities. At most, they’d make suggestions to the administration, and everything ended in negotiated compromises—often without meeting student demands.
In the worst cases, they were ignored entirely.
But Mingde’s student council had real power. The school board listened to them and even gave them support—it was absurd.
Gu Qinghuan devoured every bit of gossip about the council and realized—joining it might be extremely, extremely difficult.
Still, she took it in stride. She’d try first, and even if she failed, at least she’d get her face known to the officers—maybe even build connections for later.
The system had already said it: her Class Three classmates would face plenty of hardships in the future—like today, when Xie Xiangxue had been smeared by Yan Zhengqing. If not for Jiang Chuchu, she wouldn’t have been able to clear her name.
Gu Qinghuan knew herself well. In Mingde, she had no background. If she was the only one who couldn’t be targeted for revenge, what was the point?
Even if her mission didn’t exist, she couldn’t just watch her classmates head toward tragic futures.
The student council was her best chance right now. If she didn’t try, she’d never be satisfied.
She memorized the names and classes of the officers mentioned in the group chat. Faces didn’t matter—student council officers were probably well-known enough that she could find competition photos or news articles online. With pictures, she could track them down easily.
Worst case, she’d just go straight to their classes and ask. Gu Qinghuan was confident in her thick skin—ahem, her persistence.
While she was psyching herself up, she suddenly got a private message from Qin Yue.
Qin Yue: [You really want to join the council?]
Gu Qinghuan: [Yeah, I have something I want to do.]
Qin Yue: [Contact card—Min.]
Qin Yue: [Add him. He’s my brother, Qin Min. He used to be in the student council; he should be able to help you.]
Gu Qinghuan: [!!!]
Gu Qinghuan: [Qin Yue, you’re my best sister!!!]
Qin Yue almost threw his phone. He’d only given her his brother’s contact because she looked so pitiful trying to gather intel—what the hell did she mean “best sister”?!
