I’m Face-Blind, But I Devoted Myself To Three Guys - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Very Pale, Very Cold Hands

The doctor in front of him held the test results, his expression grave. Several times, he seemed on the verge of speaking but hesitated.

Qi Xu couldn’t help but ask, “Is it very serious?”

The doctor adjusted his glasses, shifting his gaze from the report to the young man sitting before him.

Recently, the temperature had plummeted—a drop sharper than a “Double 11” shopping festival discount. Many people had already switched to winter clothes. This patient clearly belonged to the faction that feared the cold, having bundled up in a padded jacket early on.

The pale yellow jacket complemented his skin tone perfectly. The fur-lined collar partially hid his chin, revealing a face as smooth as white porcelain. A tiny mole beneath his cheekbone stood out prominently. Under the white fluorescent lights, his almond-shaped eyes shimmered, unconsciously drawing people in.

He was an unexpectedly beautiful young man.

Looking at that still-youthful face, the doctor’s expression grew increasingly somber.

“Acute cerebral hemorrhage. The location of the bleeding is not ideal, and the volume of blood is extremely dangerous…” he explained as tactfully as possible.

But from the pity in the doctor’s eyes, Qi Xu had already guessed the severity of the situation.

—The bleeding was in the brainstem, the volume exceeded 10ml, and it was on top of an old injury. The risk of surgery was enormous.

If he didn’t seek treatment, he would die. If he did seek treatment, there was an 80% chance he would still die.

To sum it up: Qi Xu was dying.

Normally, a 5ml brainstem hemorrhage is considered high-risk. Anything over 10ml means the patient basically has one foot in the grave.

Yet, strangely, despite such a dire condition, Qi Xu had no adverse reactions. He was, for all intents and purposes, alive and kicking.

The doctor was equally baffled: “While the prognosis isn’t optimistic, the blood clot has skillfully avoided key neural nuclei and tracts. For now, your intracranial pressure is stable. This can be called a miracle. If we perform surgery in time, perhaps…”

Watching the doctor’s mouth open and close, Qi Xu looked dazed. He didn’t hear much of the analysis or comfort.

Because the “Miracles” themselves were currently having a deafening argument inside his head.

Miracle 1: It’s so crowded! Is this a command bug? Why are there more and more of us?

Miracle 2: I checked with the Main System to confirm the target host’s identity. There’s definitely no mistake!

Miracle 3: The Main System’s instructions do not fail.

…

Qi Xu frowned uncomfortably, trying to block out the voices. He cut straight to the point: “Doctor, how much longer can I live?”

“Without treatment, about a month.”

Wrong! It’s 20 days~ A mechanical voice in his head “kindly” reminded him. [Oh, actually, it should be 17 days left~

Qi Xu: “…”

Meaning he might not even make it to the end of the month.

As if hearing Qi Xu’s inner thoughts, the other two uninvited guests immediately chimed in to claim credit: [I can help extend it by another 20 days!]

I can also provide 20 days of life points for the host.

“…” Okay, so he could barely make it to the end of the year.

As he left the hospital with his test results, Qi Xu still hadn’t processed this absurd situation. He walked into a random milk tea shop, hoping to reconstruct his worldview.

That mechanical voice had first appeared three days ago, without warning.

At the time, Qi Xu thought he just hadn’t slept well. He went back to bed for a few hours, but when the housekeeper woke him up, the voice was still there.

The mechanical voice was rude and ominous. Its very first sentence was: Hello, you are dying~

Hello yourself, you’re the one who’s dying.

Qi Xu had never encountered something so ill-mannered in his entire life.

Host, there is a bug in your world. I need your cooperation to fix it~ The voice had been jabbering ever since.

If it weren’t for the protective talisman his father had requested tucked under his pillow, Qi Xu would have thought he was haunted.

When the voice showed no sign of disappearing after three days, he began to suspect the “bug” was in his own brain. After all, he had suffered a head injury before that left him with face-blindness; it wasn’t impossible for other issues to crop up.

He spent two days bouncing from the psychiatric department to the psychology department. The results showed his mental and psychological health were perfectly fine.

The irony was that the moment the psychologist told him he was fine, a second mechanical voice appeared in his head.

He wasn’t crazy, so it couldn’t be a ghost.

Until the head CT results came out.

As it turned out, he really did have a “problem” with his brain.

Physiologically speaking.

But that wasn’t the cause of the voices; rather, it confirmed the existence of these uninvited guests.

Pushing the sickeningly sweet milk tea aside, Qi Xu let out a long sigh. After an hour of mental preparation, he barely managed to accept reality.

Meanwhile, the three “hauntings” were arguing as if no one else were there.

Qi Xu tried to communicate using his thoughts: What exactly are you things?

Seeing that the host, who had been treating them like air, finally showed signs of budging, the three systems reached a silent truce and began their introductions.

I am System S132G56, sent by the Main System’s command. I am responsible for the repair mission of Small World HA35F3~

I am System KZ84S695, responsible for Small World W4106H!

System ZT56963, responsible for Small World KLW552.

A string of garbled serial numbers rolled through his mind. Qi Xu didn’t remember a single one. …So, what do you want with me?

Although this is a first, an abnormality in your world caused two other small worlds to be sucked in~

The protagonists of the three worlds now exist in the same space-time. To stabilize the merged world, we need your cooperation.

Upon completing tasks, you will receive points to exchange for life!

Qi Xu had mentally prepared himself for anything—he would have considered fighting monsters with his underwear on the outside at this point.

So, when he heard “world merger,” his focus stayed entirely on the last phrase, “exchange for life.” What kind of tasks?

Approach the world’s protagonists and obtain energy from them to maintain world stability.

In short: Be a simp for the world’s protagonists and earn Simp Points!

Qi Xu: “…” Absurd.

But acceptable.

Immediately after, a pop-up window unfolded silently in front of him. Qi Xu instinctively reached out, but his fingertips passed right through the window.

An idle shop assistant had been watching him. Qi Xu looked up and made eye contact; she hurriedly looked away. Aside from being a bit embarrassed about being caught staring, she didn’t show any other reaction.

Qi Xu withdrew his hand.

It seemed others couldn’t see this thing.

The pop-up page was simple. In the center were three photos—evidently the three protagonists—and in the top right corner was a ticking number.

57:08:46:12 57:08:46:11 57:08:46:10

…It was a countdown.

Combined with what the systems said, this was likely Qi Xu’s life countdown.

“…”

Watching the time decrease, Qi Xu felt a lump in his throat.

Next to the photos were brief introductions for the three leads:

Name: Jiang Yingshen; Gender: Male; Age: 26

Name: Xie Chengyan; Gender: Male; Age: 26

Name: Chi Hui; Gender: Male; Age: 26

Not only were they all male, but they were also all the same age.

Qi Xu looked at one, then another, scrutinizing them for a long time. But in the end, aside from their names, he couldn’t find a single facial feature to distinguish them.

Qi Xu silently raised his hand: Sorry, I’m a bit face-blind…

The three systems reached a consensus: It’s fine. Simping for one is the same as simping for any of them.

That actually made sense. Qi Xu couldn’t argue.

Soon, however, his attention was drawn to another number displayed next to each lead.

Strangely, while the other two were at 0, the number next to “Jiang Yingshen” was 1.

As he stared at the number, an option popped up:

Would you like to exchange for life points?

Without thinking, Qi Xu selected [Yes]. He then saw the countdown in the top right change from “57” to “58” days, while the number next to Jiang Yingshen returned to 0.

So, this number was likely the “Simp Points” the systems mentioned.

1 Simp Point = 1 day of life.

Is this a beginner’s gift from you guys? Qi Xu was curious.

No. Once a goal is reached, the system automatically judges and assigns a value.

Qi Xu scratched his cheek.

Then… where did this 1 point come from? When did he already start “simping”?

…

At the same time, in a psychological consultation room at the hospital.

“Xiao Jiang, are you heading back to school later?”

Jiang Yingshen was packing his things. He looked up at the sound. “Yes. Going back to revise my thesis.”

Director Li set down his thermos. “Perfect. That young man who came in this morning left his wallet here. I checked, and he’s from our school. Why don’t you take it back for him? Save him another trip.” He pointed to the item on his desk.

Jiang Yingshen’s gaze fell upon the light brown leather wallet. A pair of bright, shimmering eyes instinctively surfaced in his mind.

“There are quite a few bank cards and IDs inside. It would be a hassle if he lost them.”

Director Li glanced at his student. Realizing Jiang’s temperament, he figured the boy might find it troublesome, so he suggested, “Or you could just drop it at the lost and found on the first floor. They can call him later.”

“Mhm.” Jiang Yingshen didn’t give a specific answer, merely responding ambiguously as he picked up the wallet.

Director Li didn’t press further. Knowing his student, the wallet would likely end up at the lost and found.

This student of his was calm, steady, serious, and rigorous—a natural for academia. He was also exceptionally handsome. Everything was perfect, except for his overly cold personality.

Watching the receding figure, Director Li couldn’t help but sigh.

As he rode the elevator down, Jiang Yingshen glanced at the leather wallet in his hand. He thought back to that slightly strange young man from the morning.

Not very old.

Very pale.

And his hands were very cold.