Summary
My Nemesis and I Got Bound to the Politeness System
My nemesis and I had only traded three barbs at the bidding meeting when a notification suddenly rang out in my head.
[Politeness System bound.]
[Detected that the host is about to insult the bound target. Please switch to civilized wording within three seconds.]
I stared at the man across from me-the man who had snatched my proposals three times, poached my clients twice, and even managed to win the grand prize that should have been mine at the company annual party raffle-and let out a cold laugh.
“Lu Linchuan, you really are…”
The System began counting down.
[Three.]
I gritted my teeth.
“You really are…”
[Two.]
Everyone in the conference room was looking at me.
I forced that curse back down my throat and squeezed out a smile.
“You really are a highly professional competitor.”
The next second, Lu Linchuan froze too.
He looked at me, his expression even uglier than mine.
“Thank you.”
He paused, as if someone had grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
“Your lipstick today is also very suitable for arguing.”