I stirred up trouble in the incoming freshmen group chat: [I'm so pretty, won't you guys feel insecure when you see me?] [Does the school have a helipad? Can I park my helicopter there?] [No way, no way, you guys applied for this major and don't even know how to manufacture chips?] Soon, I was being flamed by the entire group chat. Some angry students even made me trend on social media, getting me dragged by the entire internet. But I just smirked because I was bound to the "Get Flamed to Get Stronger" system. If they keep flaming me, this beautiful girl is going to be flying a helicopter into school with 5-nanometer chip manufacturing technology! 01 College was about to start, and various show-offs started appearing in the incoming freshmen group chat for Stanford. Nate: [Could some kind upperclassman send the location of the parking lot? I'm planning to drive my Porsche to school. Ugh, I really can't get used to driving left-hand drive cars in the US; I always drove right-hand drive abroad.] Chloe: [Ah, you're driving yourself? My international driver's license doesn't work here, so I had to have my family's chauffeur drive me.] I got excited seeing these two familiar names. Nate was a classmate from my AP Physics class, and Chloe was the popular girl from my high school. Stanford was right in our state, yet they were making such a big scene. Weren't they just trolling? Since it was people I knew trolling, as a chronic troll myself, how could I not join in the fun? So, I also jumped out and asked: [Does the school have a helipad? Just got my pilot's license, planning to fly my family's helicopter to school.] Who knew that right after I spoke, Nate sent a picture of himself driving a Porsche with one hand. Damn, my former classmate is actually a rich kid? Immediately, people in the chat started kissing up: [Young master! Can this humble servant ride shotgun in the Porsche!] Nate replied quickly: [Don't call me young master. My dad's business partners used to like calling me that. I believe in an egalitarian world; I'm just an ordinary rich person.] [Yes, young master.] Not to be outdone, Chloe also sent a picture of the luxurious interior of a stretch limo. Wait, isn't she the popular girl who did art in the other class? How does she actually have a luxury car? At this moment, I was struck silent. But Nate singled me out and asked: [Audrey Miller, what does your helicopter look like? Send a picture.] Me: [...] What's going on, are you guys flexing for real? Am I the only one actually just BSing? 02 Because I couldn't produce a picture of a helicopter, the group chat started mocking me: [Hahaha, there really is a fake mixed in.] [A helicopter? You really want to fly to the heavens, huh?] Nate and Chloe also aimed their guns at me. Nate mocked: [I hate you broke people the most. No money in your pockets, no brains in your heads, and full of hot air.] I clutched my burning red face, increasingly embarrassed. We had been classmates for a few years, how could he talk to me so ruthlessly? Chloe also chimed in: [Unbelievable! Cheap people do cheap things, so cheap~] I had never heard of Chloe going abroad, but I didn't expect her to be throwing around English like that now. But the worst part was me, because I had truly become a joke. Even hiding behind the screen, I felt so embarrassed I was about to combust. But while the people in the chat were flaming me, I suddenly heard a robotic voice: [Congratulations, you have successfully bound the "Get Flamed to Get Stronger" system!] [The harsher the flames, the stronger you become!] [Detected that ten people are currently flaming you. Wealth +10.] At the same time, I heard a pleasant voice— "CashApp transfer received: $10,000." I jumped up like a carp, totally energized again! Other people go wait in line at temples to pray for wealth; I get flamed a couple of times and it just falls into my lap. What's there to be embarrassed or ashamed of! Flame me! Flame me as hard as you can! 03 I was just about to show off my skills in the freshman group chat. But my mom called me to go out and buy groceries at that moment. I ran an extra block to buy fresh meat and vegetables. Just as I was walking back, a flashy-colored Porsche pulled up next to me. The window rolled down, revealing Nate's mocking face. He looked at me dismissively: "It's Audrey Miller. I thought I saw wrong. Even my family's nanny drives a Mercedes to buy groceries, why are you walking to buy groceries? It's fine if you don't have a helicopter, but does your family not even have a Mercedes?" I gripped my grocery basket tightly. To be honest, we really didn't. This was the first time someone had mocked me to my face. Even with the system, I was still a bit terrified and helpless. Nate, seeing my expression, mocked me again: "Next time you don't have money, don't pretend to be rich. You really drag down the class of us truly rich people." And he didn't forget to throw in one last insult at me—"Broke ass." I was so angry that I suddenly burst out laughing. Because I heard the system voice: [Detected that you are being flamed. Wealth +5.] And the sound of money rustling: "CashApp transfer received: $5,000." Nate was taken aback by my laughter, then he looked me up and down and gave a wicked smile: "Heh, you really are a glutton for punishment. Are you smiling at me to seduce me? After all, only by being my woman can you truly sit in luxury cars and fly in helicopters. I hadn't looked closely before, but actually, with this face of yours—I wouldn't totally rule it out." As soon as he finished speaking, the system chimed in: [Wealth +10.] Ptooi! This sentence was even dirtier than the last one! I finally summoned the courage, and the anger I had accumulated burst forth at this moment: "I wanted to say this earlier, the color of this Porsche is absolutely hideous!!!" After saying that, I turned around and ran amidst his astonishment. In my ears was the continuous robotic voice: [Wealth +1.] [Wealth +1.] [Wealth +1.]... I ran, hearing "CashApp transfer received: $50,000," feeling exceptionally exhilarated! 04 I got home and opened my phone. The freshman group chat was still buzzing. First, Nate spammed the group with pictures of his flashy Porsche. He also asked in the group: [Does this color really not look good? Is this color really ugly? Surely no one actually thinks this color Porsche looks bad, right?] He actually has moments of self-doubt? Of course, the people in the chat praised him; this was the real rich kid driving a Porsche, after all. Nate quickly regained his confidence: [I knew some people just don't have taste, but the audience has a discerning eye!] Next, someone posted in the group: [Anyone want to post selfies for fun! Opportunity to get priority mating rights~] Chloe was the first to jump out. She posted a heavily photoshopped selfie. Legs ten feet long, heavily edited with filters, even the floor tiles next to her were warped. This was followed by a voice message, speaking in a cutesy anime voice completely different from her usual way of speaking: "Oops~ My hand slipped and I sent the wrong one~~~ By the time I noticed, I couldn't unsend it~~~" Yeah, right. It hadn't even been two minutes since the photo was sent. Even after two minutes, no one had said anything. I don't know if Chloe was embarrassed, but I definitely laughed out loud. Just past the two-minute mark, Nate appeared. He posted a selfie of himself sitting in the Porsche. The photo was taken from a tricky angle that captured his bulging biceps and the Porsche logo reflected in his eyes. He really nailed the details, I'm dying. Nate also sent a voice message, using a deep, raspy voice he probably practiced for God knows how long: "Does the school have a gym? I have to bench press 200 pounds; if I don't bench for a day, my whole body aches." 05 Right after Nate finished showing off, someone in the chat recognized the Porsche reflection in his eyes. And so, the flattery began again. But Nate messaged me privately at this moment: [Audrey Miller, I know you only said my car was ugly because you didn't get to ride in it. It's okay, I won't hold what happened earlier against you. Look at me, handsome and rich; if you get with me, won't you have whatever you want!] While talking, he also sent transfers: [Transfer $520.] [Transfer $1314.] Nate added: [Transfers with special meaning numbers like these, even if we break up, I won't ask for them back. Since you like pretending to be rich so much, why not get with me and become truly rich.] I was so silent I wanted to beat his dog head in. Where does he get this confidence, help!!! Of course I couldn't accept this kind of money, so I decisively chose to return it! This money was dirtier than his insults! 06 That wasn't the end of it. Nate publicly called me out in the main chat again: [Audrey Miller, how could we miss out on our Audrey for something as fun as posting selfies? I like Audrey's looks, she's totally my type.] These ambiguous words instantly excited the people in the chat. [Really? Really? Is Audrey Miller a huge beauty too? How beautiful, more beautiful than Chloe?] [Chloe is the school's popular girl, but I haven't heard that Audrey Miller is.] Of course I'm not as pretty as Chloe! I have self-awareness! Chloe has naturally cool-toned pale skin. I studied pretty hard in high school, so I was constantly sleep-deprived, and my skin was a bit rough and sallow. Chloe wasn't happy hearing this either: [Audrey Miller, post a picture and let us see. I heard you're also from our high school, but I've never heard that you were pretty.] Everyone was curious about what the girl Nate liked looked like. Nate even messaged me privately: [Audrey, quickly post a pretty selfie of yourself! Let them know that my, Nate's, taste is the absolute best!] Could I give him what he wanted? I thought about it and whipped out a video from two years ago. It was taken when I participated in the Global Youth Fishing Tournament. In the video, I was tanned as dark as a shadow, holding the championship trophy and yelling in broken English: "China~" Thinking about the system rewards, I added on a whim: [I'm so pretty, won't you guys feel insecure when you see me?] Sure enough, this blew up all the lurkers in the chat. 07 [Hahahahaha so this is the aesthetic of rich people, so unique!] [I tolerated the muscles, I drank the fake tea, but seeing this dark-skinned girl confidently participating in a beauty pageant, I can't hold it in anymore!] [Your mating rights for the next four years of college are gone, but if you enter the popular girl contest, I will definitely vote for you!] [The main vibe is real, reliable, no filters, and honest. What a precious quality on the internet.] [She really is something, I'm dying. Even through the screen, she wants to show her truest beauty!] They don't say you're at the peak of your IQ right after high school graduation for nothing. The group members were all flaming me like mean girls, serving high-class shade. The system spoke up again: [Detected that you are being flamed. Beauty +10.] Flexing wealth and getting flamed makes me rich; flexing looks and getting flamed makes me truly beautiful. Amidst their chorus of "praise," my face flushed red behind the screen. You wouldn't guess it, but as a troll, I'm actually quite shy. But soon the blush faded from my face because I realized I really had gotten prettier. I saw myself in the mirror: my sallow little face from late-night studying in senior year had become fair and radiant, and my large pores had shrunk until they were invisible. At this rate, I won't ever need cosmetic procedures in my life. I instantly got excited, and even felt that everyone was still being too restrained. The people in the freshman chat are all civilized; their insults aren't harsh enough. Only Nate messaged me fiercely in private: [Audrey Miller, you did that on purpose! If you want to embarrass yourself, why drag me down with you! Let me tell you, I will never like you now!] Oh my god, thank you so much for that. 08 Nate's love came fast and left fast. Soon he turned around and hooked up with Chloe. Rumor had it that within half a day, they made it official in the group chat. Someone asked him in the chat: [Nate, why didn't you get with Audrey Miller? Is it just because of her dark skin? Can't you see her simple and honest, excellent qualities?] The chat had not only show-offs but also kiss-asses. And mostly people who just loved watching the drama unfold. Nate got anxious and dropped an image. It was a screenshot of him transferring money to me: [Don't slander me! I'm not that kind of person! Look at Audrey Miller, she was just after my money!] I frowned as I read it. What a sinister motive. That screenshot was taken the very second after the transfer was made. If he had waited even half a minute longer to take the screenshot, it would have shown the "Transfer Returned" screen. I immediately typed a reply: [Nate, don't play the victim. I didn't accept a single cent of the transfers you sent, nor did I ever ask for your money.] Nate replied: [Do you have proof? This screenshot of my transfer is solid evidence!] My fingers froze on the keyboard. I really didn't have proof. Because I had deleted him a long time ago, and all the chat history had been cleared. I felt incredibly angry. I actually let him exploit a loophole! Now wasn't it just whatever he said went! Sure enough, everyone started flaming me again: [Audrey Miller, I thought you were an honest girl, I didn't expect you to be a gold digger!] [Look at you. If you looked like Chloe and were a gold digger, whatever. But with your pitch-black face where you can't even see your features clearly, you sure have the nerve to be a gold digger!] I pursed my lips and listened to the system voice in my ear: [Wealth +1.] [Wealth +1.] [Wealth +1.]... For the first time, I felt this money was a bit hard to swallow.
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