After Becoming A Popular Girl, I Choose My Husband On Planet X - Chapter 1 - When I opened my eyes, why was I being forced to choose my husband?

Wen Nuannuan’s eyelids fluttered, and a faint fragrance, like some exotic floral scent, mingled with the whiff of cold metal, assaulted her sense of smell. She wrinkled her nose subconsciously, but the touch of her fingertips made her pause—was that silk? Softer than silk, as smooth as stroking the belly of a cat just out of the bath, lying flat in the sun.

—Wait, wasn’t she just hit by an unscrupulous sports car on the zebra crossing?

She opened her eyes suddenly and was met with an overly handsome face.

That face… Damn, it goes against biological common sense.

His silver-gray eyes shone coldly like stars, his facial features were deep and three-dimensional, his eyebrows were sharp, his nose was high, his lips were slightly pursed, and he was wearing a well-tailored uniform that looked like a military uniform with a touch of aristocratic style. His waist was straight and his aura was fully open, just like the iceberg male protagonist who walked out of a comic book.

If she was knocked away just now, now she was hit head-on by the appearance.

She stared blankly at him, her brain still half-awake, when she heard him speak in a respectful yet unchallenged tone,

“Miss, you’re finally awake. The Husband Selection Ceremony is about to begin. Please change your clothes as soon as possible.”

Wen Nuannuan: “Hmm? What?…?”

She instantly went from dread to doubt, and quickly reached out to touch her face—it was the same face, unchanged. No plastic surgery, no rebirth meme. The voice was real, the temperature was real, the touch was real. Could this… be some high-end prank reality show? Or some immersive love game made possible by alien technology?

“Choosing, choosing a husband? Who am I? Where is this? Are you sent by a fraud gang?” She looked at the overly handsome man in front of her with vigilance, and shrank to the corner of the bed.

A flicker of confusion flashed across the handsome attendant’s eyes, but he quickly regained his professional composure. “You are Miss Bai Zixin, the sole heir to an S+-rank family. You hold a distinguished position, pure bloodline, and distinguished military achievements. Today is your first husband-selection ceremony as an adult. According to the regulations, you must choose five official fiancés from the three hundred S-rank and above men who participated in the competition.”

Boom boom boom——!

Wen Nuannuan felt like her brain was exploding.

She could accept time travel, after all, she was a seasoned novelist. But to be asked to choose a husband right then and there, a 21-year-old virgin? And the minimum number of choices was three? What the hell was going on? Her head was turning to mush.

Is this fast-forwarding her entire relationship education? Someone give her a dating tutorial and three candidate manuals?!

“You, you just said three hundred people?!”

 Her voice changed, her hands trembled, and the quilt slipped off, revealing a snow-white hollow long dress underneath.

A rose emblem outlined in gold thread was embroidered on the chest, the hem of her skirt fell to the ground, light as a cloud, and the sparkling necklace and hair accessories dazzled her eyes. For a moment, she even suspected that she had not woken up, but traveled to some kind of live broadcast of a wealthy palace version of a wedding styling tutorial.

“What kind of princess look is this? Why do I look like a moving cake… or a limited edition wedding cake?”

She muttered to herself, scratching the edge of her dress with her fingertips, wishing she could curl up into a ball.

The attendant ignored her collapse and calmly added,

“Today is only the first round of preliminary rounds. The top thirty candidates will have the opportunity to spend three days with you. Based on your preferences and compatibility, five fiancés will be selected. If you are truly struggling to decide, you can request a ‘delayed final round’ from the head of the household as a sign of caution.”

Wen Nuannuan:“…Huh?”

She felt like she was steaming and boiling in a pressure cooker.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself down, but her mind was scrolling frantically:

—Isn’t this the kind of opening you’d find in a novel?! You can’t play with a socially anxious otaku like this!

——When she’s faced with 300 men choosing a husband, should she prioritize face or figure? Or should she simply prioritize IQ?

Her head was already dizzy, but she still managed to maintain a little bit of rationality.

Okay, let’s make the best of it.

Anyway, I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to wear it back. If I can really choose a handsome and obedient husband to pair up with here, maybe it won’t be the worst ending?

She secretly glanced at the servant in front of her. His facial features were extremely handsome, and his temperament was ascetic and cold. If this was just a servant, then how handsome would the “candidate” have to be?

Wen Nuannuan covered her face

No… I need to stay calm, I can’t be a fangirl right now… But they are all so handsome…