What How Could a Player Like Me Reincarnate into a Simp

"Look at this toad lusting after a swan’s flesh—has he even seen his own face?"

"Yeah, daring to covet the campus belle? More like a walking joke, hahaha!"

"Su Ning looks pissed."

"Wouldn’t you be? Getting ‘liked’ by the class’s dead-last loser. I’d slap him silly and remind him what trash he is."

"One second of silence for the campus belle."

......

Zhou Yi’s ears buzzed with the noise of mocking voices. When he opened his eyes, he found himself cornered by a crowd.

Not far away stood a group of well-dressed young men and women, their age and style marking them as university students. At the center was a stunning girl, surrounded like royalty.

Her features were exquisitely carved—cold yet luminous, with eyes like distant galaxies and skin like polished jade, glowing faintly under the sunlight. Her beauty was arresting, impossible to look away from.

And it wasn’t just her face. Her figure was model-perfect, with legs so long and sculpted they seemed ripped from an anime, showcased under a crisp white skirt.

Now, that very girl was staring at him with icy disdain.

In the past, Zhou Yi would’ve flirted without hesitation. But right now, he was still reeling from the shock of his own death, too dazed to process the scene.

He had been an ordinary playboy—no, scratch that—an ordinary college student in China. After rejecting a stalker’s confession, she’d stabbed him to death in a fit of rage. The next thing he knew, he was here.

Zhou Yi’s silence only fueled the anger of those around him.

"Hey, are you deaf or what? Answer me, damn it!"

"Take a piss and look at your reflection, loser. Someone like you dreaming of the campus belle?"

"Writing those disgusting words? Shameless!"

A guy with bleached hair shoved Zhou Yi, cursing.

Zhou Yi’s gaze sharpened instantly, and the sheer intensity of it made the guy flinch.

"Y-You dare glare at me? You asking for a beating?"

The guy raised his fist, but before he could swing, Zhou Yi flipped him onto the ground in one swift motion.

The crowd gasped. No one had even seen how he did it.

"What the hell? Did Zhou Yi just take down Ah Hui?"

"Since when did this waste have guts?"

"Guess even a dog will bite when pushed too far."

"More like a toad throwing a tantrum, hahaha!"

Laughter and jeers filled the air as everyone eyed Zhou Yi with contempt.

Only then did Zhou Yi grasp the situation—the "toad," the "loser," the "pathetic simp" they were mocking was him.

Toad? Simp?

He’d dated more goddesses than these clowns had eaten meals! Women lined up for him, waiting their turn like numbers at a deli counter, and now they dared label him with these jokes of insults?

But when he glanced down and saw the hideously tacky black skinny jeans and worn-out canvas shoes he was wearing, it clicked.

This Zhou Yi wasn’t him. The "Zhou Yi" they despised was someone else entirely.

Staying calm, he kept his head down, silently assessing the situation and planning his next move.

Could it be... he’d transmigrated?

Was this cliché really happening to him?

Then again, if getting murdered by a yandere was possible, why not transmigration?

As the bleached-haired guy scrambled up, Su Ning—already furious—marched toward Zhou Yi with her clique in tow.

Before Zhou Yi could react, she slapped him hard across the face.

Her voice, crisp and cold like melting winter snow, cut through the air:

"Enough, Zhou Yi! Listen well—even if every other man on earth dropped dead, I’d never like you!"

Her eyes were glacial, her tone dripping with disgust, as if he were nothing but filth.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode away, her entourage following. Only Zhou Yi and the bleached-haired guy’s gang remained.

Zhou Yi was stunned.

In all his years, he’d never been humiliated like this. Women chased him, not the other way around.

The guy he’d floored earlier, Zhang Hui, sneered viciously.

"You’ve got a death wish, embarrassing me in front of Su Ning. This isn’t over. Let’s go, boys."

With that threat, Zhang Hui and his lackeys left the field.

Finally alone, Zhou Yi began piecing together his thoughts.

Just as he furrowed his brow, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind:

"Host Zhou Yi, greetings. System 077 at your service."

The sudden intrusion startled him.

After a pause, he asked warily, "Who are you? What system? Did you bring me here?"

The voice replied, "Correct. Through system intervention, you’ve been reborn in this body. If you’re ready, I’ll transfer the memories. Explanations will follow."

Zhou Yi nodded. "Fine."

A wave of dizziness hit him, and suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.