Chapter One: That Manager: Is the Target of Conquest"

【Target for Con quest 】

Name: Xu Anan.

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Identity: Manager

Affection Points: 0

This is a typical apartment, with its warm yellow tones reflecting the gentle nature of its owner. Unfortunately, the messy living room destroys the atmosphere at first glance. Snack bags are scattered all over the coffee table, and a few pieces of clothing are haphazardly thrown on the sofa or the floor. In the sofa, there is a young man with delicate features, his eyes fixed on the program playing on the LCD TV, completely ignoring the man beside him who is helplessly cleaning up.

Ye Bufan was currently in a state of indifference, floating in this space and looking down from a high vantage point. The sunlight pierced through his body, casting a shimmering glow on the floor. He could see the man's hesitation in his expression, the same expression he had witnessed countless times before. After all, they had worked together for ten years, and the man's trivial thoughts were completely insignificant in his eyes.

He then looked at the young man on the sofa, and indeed it was Ye Bufan from his teenage years. This was the first time Ye Bufan had seen his true self like this, lazily watching TV without the slightest intention to help the man. Ye Bufan felt quite conflicted and sincerely thought that this version of himself was truly... deserving of a beating.

However, despite this, Ye Bufan still held doubts towards the "goodwill rating of 0" data provided by the system.

I'm not even talking about helping Xiao Xu secure the position of a gold medal agent in the company yet. I've already helped him resolve some issues, and I even helped him find his girlfriend. How could his affection level be 0?"

"Extraordinary..."

The boy on the sofa and Ye Bufan looked over at the same time.

The man picked up the clothes on the ground and gathered them together. He took a script out of a briefcase next to the coffee table and handed it to the young man.

"This is a script for a campus social drama that lacks a male supporting role. Do you want to give it a try?"

Taking the script in his hand, the young man's eyes involuntarily showed a trace of disdain when he saw the four words "Destined to Succeed" on the cover.

Ye Bufan could tell from a glance what the young boy would say next, as he had once been in his shoes. When Ye Bufan had just made his debut, he had practiced secretly in front of the mirror every day, wanting to show off his innate talent to his fellow newcomers. He knew more about his own microexpressions than any psychologist did. Although this perseverance was fueled by his own vanity, it yielded impressive results.

As expected, the young man casually flipped through the contents and didn't even bother to take a closer look at the so-called second male lead's scenes. He just dismissed the script and threw it onto the coffee table, saying, "I'm not going to participate in this ridiculous and brainless drama."

The man furrowed his brow and said, "But..."

[Note: Affinity -10, current affinity -10.]

Ye Bufan was very surprised and speechless. This was not aimed at the young himself, but at Xu Annan.

"Is Xiao Xu really such a sensitive person?"

Ye Bufan was puzzled by the decrease in favorability towards him. In the ten years of his collaboration with Xu Anan, it was more accurate to say that Xu Anan played the role of his assistant rather than his manager. Since stepping into the entertainment industry, Ye Bufan handled his own training, script selection, and event participation in consultation with the company's top management. Xu Anan, of course, was aware of these matters, but they were of little importance to Ye Bufan. Therefore, Ye Bufan had no doubt that Xu Anan would refuse the campus script. The only role Ye Bufan had never played in his acting career was that of a student. The public reason given was "a sensitive fear of exams and student identity due to failing the college entrance examination," but only a ghost knew the real reason. Xu Anan had always silently followed Ye Bufan's decisions, taking care of every detail, never complaining, nor ever expressing any dissatisfaction.

"But refusing is indeed a bit excessive." Ye Bufan pointed at the young man and commented, "At least be more tactful."

System: ...

System: "Friendly reminder, host, please be ready."

Ye Bufan stared blankly for a moment, about to ask what to prepare, but in the next second, his whole world turned upside down. He felt himself forcefully being shoved into the body of a youth by a powerful force.

"The legendary...possession by a ghost?!"

System: "Friendly reminder: The host must not reveal the existence of the system during the strategy, if you have any questions, you can silently ask them in your heart."

The possession happened in just one or two seconds. The man's unfinished sentence of "but..." seemed to be tangled up in deciding what kind of language to use for persuasion, completely unaware of the young boy's strangeness.

Ye Bufan adapts to his younger self - reaching out and stretching his limbs - and finds it a bit strange, just like how he is very familiar with his own micro-expressions, he also understands his own body well - this might be a rather peculiar skill - he clearly knows his potential, he knows how he can portray the character at present, and how his best self, who can bring out his full potential, would portray the character. So, in many failed attempts, when others casually console him with "don't care too much about the result, as long as there is progress," he already sees himself as his strongest opponent.

And at this moment, the explosiveness in this young man's body is completely inferior to his original self. The stiffness and lack of coordination in his hands and feet have exposed his lack of practice, but more importantly, his lack of talent as an actor.

So Ye Bufan called out to the system in his heart.

"Xiao Tong, is the world this strategy guide is based in, not the original world?"

System: "No. Also, please don't play emotional cards with the system."

"What's the difference with the original world?"

"There is a slight difference."

Ye Bufan thought somberly to himself, "Hmm, so giving someone a nickname is considered playing the emotional card, little Tonton?"

System: ...crazy lunatic.