[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off":3,"chapter-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-2":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Bound to the Sign-In System, I Took Off",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2336056,4567,"Chapter 2: Choosing You Was the Greatest Mistake of My Life","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>Qin Yun stared at the virtual panel before him, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, and with a thought, the panel vanished—then reappeared the moment he thought again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 2026, and he read online novels; he naturally understood what a system was. He’d always dismissed them as mindless wish-fulfillment stories, but now that one had landed on him, wasn’t he the protagonist of one?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d fantasized about it before, but he was a rational 28-year-old, not an eight-year-old child—how could a brainless system like this possibly be real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun repeatedly summoned and dismissed the panel, doing it over and over, until he finally confirmed he wasn’t dreaming—everything was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven had truly opened its Kartzlan eyes and cast its favor upon Qin Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to investigate further, but a voice from behind made him abandon the thought immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got guts now, fine—go. Don’t come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really was blind to choose you. Back in school, so many chased me—Wang Tianfang, Li Yang—none of them are doing worse than you now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qin Yun silently continue packing, Song Ya grew angrier and kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without me, you couldn’t even get a Beijing hukou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Choosing you was the biggest mistake of my life. You’ll regret this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me tell you, without you, I can find someone better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya’s words went in one ear and out the other. Suddenly, Qin Yun realized that after three years in this home, his belongings were few—fewer than a handful of clothes, all fitting neatly into a single 25-inch suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stuffing everything inside and placing their marriage certificate in the suitcase, Qin Yun looked up at Song Ya, still shouting at him, and said calmly: “I’ve held these words in for a long time. Before I leave, I just want to tell you: our marriage was a mistake from the start. You weren’t happy, and neither was I. If that’s the case, let’s just let each other go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya suddenly felt a crushing sense of shame; her breathing grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun looked at her. Song Ya was still beautiful, still had a good figure—but after three years of sharing a bed with her, none of it held any appeal anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya had worn out all his passion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We come from different family backgrounds; our values were never aligned. You have your way of dealing with people, and I have mine. But for three years, I’ve always adjusted to you—while you never once considered me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought time might change you—even a little, I thought it was my effort that made a difference. But no. The worse you felt compared to others, the more you compared yourself to them; the more you compared, the more you looked down on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to spend the next few decades living in degradation and comparison. So, Song Ya—I’m serious. Let’s get a divorce.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya’s heart clenched; her fingers involuntarily gripped the hem of her shirt. She stared blankly at the man who had always yielded to her—now speaking with such finality. She blurted out: “Are you blaming me? You think this is my fault? Isn’t it just that you didn’t try hard enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled—silently. He suddenly understood: some people are destined never to change for you—and this person should never have been your other half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dragged his suitcase past Song Ya.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Find a time to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and finish the paperwork. Don’t worry—I’m asking for nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Ya shouted from behind: “If you’ve got the guts, walk out that door and never come back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All she got in reply was the dull thud of a closing door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun dragged his suitcase straight out of Changchunli Community, without a single glance back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already past nine at night; from the community gate to the west bus stop at Changchun Street, it was about a kilometer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Qin Yun arrived, he just caught sight of the 44 Outer Loop bus pulling away—he didn’t care. He wasn’t in a hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He often rode this bus; he remembered the 44 Outer Loop ran all night, with a bus roughly every fifteen minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this hour, the bus stop had few people. He placed his suitcase beside a seat and began to stare into space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea of divorce had lingered in his mind for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s outburst might have been triggered by the system—or maybe it was just the emotional breaking point. Either way, he felt no regret about choosing divorce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only 28, still in his prime. If he kept enduring this, he didn’t know what he’d become—but a person’s spirit is slowly ground away in endless compromise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, this isn’t so bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun suddenly laughed. As he focused his attention, the system panel instantly appeared. He began studying it with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized he was currently at a system check-in point—but he couldn’t check in yet. He needed to ride the 44 Outer Loop bus back to his starting point to activate the check-in, and the range was limited to the bus stop itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, if he followed the system’s instructions and rode the bus around the city once, he’d complete the check-in and receive a reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, his phone rang. Qin Yun slapped his forehead—he’d completely forgotten to call back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, boss. Sorry, I just finished up and was about to call you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem, Xiao Qin. Things have changed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s heart skipped. A sense of dread surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To be honest, I think the company’s decision is unfair—you’re one of our key staff. But there’s nothing I can do; it’s a higher-up’s decision. I only managed to secure you N+1 severance. That’s the best I could get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the moment of disappointment, Qin Yun felt an unexpected sense of relief. He smiled and said: “Thank you, boss. I accept the company’s decision. I’ll come in on Monday to handle the paperwork.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boss visibly relaxed: “Someone like you will shine anywhere. This place won’t hold you—there’s always another place waiting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t bother replying further and hung up quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His company was a SaaS enterprise—neither big nor small, with over three hundred employees, reasonably well-known in the industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been hired straight out of college through campus recruitment. His university wasn’t elite in Beijing—just a double-non undergraduate—but it had solid achievements in computer science, so its graduates were still popular among internet companies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four years, plus one month—that’s five years. Severance is 125,000 yuan. That’ll let me breathe easy for a while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Muttering to himself, Qin Yun looked in another direction and saw the 44 Outer Loop bus slowly approaching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his suitcase, boarded, tapped his card, and found a window seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun began thinking about what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His family was from a small county in Zhejiang. His childhood was unremarkable, but his father passed away from illness when he was fifteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother worked as an accountant at a factory for many years and would be eligible for retirement within the next two years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t yet know whether he’d stay in Beijing, but he needed to tell his mother about the divorce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, he pulled out his phone to call her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bus pulled into the next stop. Qin Yun glanced out and realized—the 44 Outer Loop’s next stop was the terminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t get off. Who knew if the system would still count his check-in if he stepped out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver noticed, asked once, then ignored him—after all, the bus would depart again in half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus lights went out as soon as the engine turned off; only the station’s dim glow faintly lit the interior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun dialed the familiar number. Normally, by this hour, his mother would already be asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the phone was answered quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A familiar voice came through: “Hello, Xiao Yun? It’s so late—why are you calling? Is something wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled: “Yeah, Mom, you’re still awake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just got into bed when I heard your call.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun’s mother, by age, was a post-70s woman—just fifty-three. Women of her generation were educated and cultured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their access to information and education was no different from the younger generation’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even TikTok short videos? She mastered them. His mother was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun didn’t beat around the bush. He said calmly: “Mom, I quit my job. And I’m divorcing Song Ya.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a pause on the other end. Then, slowly, his mother’s voice came: “Tired, aren’t you? Come home if you’re tired. I’ll cook you something good. I believe my son will meet someone better someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No blame. No accusations. Just simple care. That one sentence made Qin Yun, who thought he was composed, feel his eyes well up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, his mother knew his situation. Her phone calls with Song Ya had surely revealed the impatience in her tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she never said a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother and son talked for a long time. When the call ended, the bus was just pulling out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun smiled. For the first time, he truly felt at peace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The understanding he never got from Song Ya came naturally from his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the scenery blur past the window, felt the city’s nighttime breath, and his heart was utterly calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over an hour later, the familiar west bus stop at Changchun Street slowly came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qin Yun felt nervous, yet excited. He stepped off the bus, suitcase in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stood on the bus platform, a pleasant system chime sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Congratulations, user! Check-in successful. Random reward obtained: Instrument Repair +1】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Instrument Repair Skill LV1: Masterful Tuning—Repair Damaged Instruments Instantly, Restore All Instruments to Perfect Pitch】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the chime faded, a flood of knowledge surged into Qin Yun’s mind—all knowledge related to repairing and maintaining musical instruments from ancient and modern times, East and West.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How to invisibly repair cracks in guqin lacquer; how to replace rusted or broken zheng strings; how to reinforce a loose violin chin rest; how to tune and realign a piano; how to diagnose faulty guitar pickups; how to prevent cracking in pipa wood…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood on the bus stop, dumbfounded, absorbing it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The process didn’t last long—only about a minute—before all the knowledge perfectly merged into his mind and body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fist. His fingertips felt naturally precise. Even now, if a broken guqin lay before him, he could instantly identify the crack’s location, the repair method, and the exact tools and materials needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to a nearby bench and sat down, thinking for a long while. Once certain the knowledge was real, an overwhelming excitement surged within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up and walked toward a nearby budget hotel. He wanted to treat himself—but his balance didn’t allow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After checking in, he drew the curtains and went straight to sleep, falling into deep slumber quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he woke again, his phone had over a dozen missed calls from Song Ya, and countless WeChat messages—mostly: “Qin Yun, are you crazy?” “Answer your phone!” “Do you really think you’ll find someone better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ignored them. He put the phone down, stood, and walked to the window. He pulled back the curtains—bright sunlight poured in, hot and dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew… What a beautiful day!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled. The knowledge of instrument repair remained crystal clear in his mind. He was now utterly certain—he had truly received Heaven’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>",1927,"2026-06-20T21:37:28.858Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1954126c0562409f4de69e122a18e3b08b185949900efffd3e8155b9ecdf6d23","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-3","bound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-chapter-1",329,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbound-to-the-sign-in-system-i-took-off-cover.jpg"]