It’s so similar!
Absolutely uncanny!
These words perfectly match Aunt Ruxue’s personality.
Coming from her mouth, there’s no sense of dissonance at all.
What Maomao had designed completely overturned Xia Yiwei’s understanding.
Could a human-simulation software really achieve this level?
Xia Yiwei sat up from the bed and spoke into the microphone again:
"Aunt Ruxue, what brings you to my place today?"
Text quickly popped up on the computer screen…
[Virtual Aunt: You know exactly why. I didn’t come here just to see you.]
Xia Yiwei: "!!!"
Instead of a direct answer, the virtual aunt even knew how to hint!
The fact that Xia Yiwei had secretly let Maomao stay in the apartment must have been input as a known premise in the software.
Aunt Ruxue really did love throwing questions back at the "asker."
Can’t figure out the reason?
No problem, take your time and think it over.
Come back and talk to her once you’ve got it.
This was Aunt Ruxue in every way!
Xia Yiwei held the headphones and tested three more exchanges in a row.
Whether it was about her own matters or Maomao’s, the virtual aunt could always provide the most fitting response!
What was even more terrifying was—
Through these continuous exchanges, Xia Yiwei realized the virtual aunt’s true capability…
Memory retention!
Even after several unrelated conversations, when circling back to the initial topic, the virtual aunt could still recall the earlier context and respond accordingly.
This was Maomao’s software, damn it!
Was this what the world of geniuses looked like?!
Maomao happily took back the headphones and closed the program.
"So, Yiwei, what do you think?"
"Let’s pause the conversation for now. Each exchange generates a ton of random files."
"The hard drive doesn’t have enough space yet. Let’s test it again after I optimize it."
"Next time, it’ll be a voice version of ‘Aunt Ruxue’!"
Xia Yiwei was stunned for a long while.
Finally, she pieced together Maomao’s thought process.
Puzzled, she asked:
"Maomao… are you trying to use this thing to figure out how to deal with Aunt Ruxue catching you?"
"Pretty clever, huh? How’d you get so sharp this time?"
"This wasn’t your idea, was it?"
From what Xia Yiwei knew of Maomao, she didn’t seem like the type to come up with such a brilliant solution.
It felt more like Lin Yu’s style!
Maomao pursed her lips and answered honestly:
"It really wasn’t my idea. I derived the best approach from how Yu and Ying roleplay."
"Since I’m not good at acting, I can never get the emotions and expressions right."
"So I thought, wouldn’t it be great if there was software that could perform for me?"
Xia Yiwei’s eyes widened:
"What? You three… played roleplay together?"
"Damn, when did that happen?!"
"No wonder you called it a ‘three-person game’—sounds like you guys got pretty wild!"
Maomao knew the term "roleplay" wasn’t exactly innocent.
But their relationship wasn’t anything shady.
They were purely comrades!
Puffing her cheeks, Maomao said:
"Yiwei, please don’t misunderstand Yu."
"He’s genuinely been helping me. It’s not nice to talk about him like that behind his back."
Xia Yiwei’s eyes darted, her expression unreadable: "…"
This response was very un-Maomao-like.
Maomao herself had said it was a "three-person" game.
Even if she felt Xia Yiwei’s words were offensive, shouldn’t she have said, "Don’t misunderstand Yu and Ying"?
It was a game for three, so why was one person always left out?
Was that fair? Reasonable?
Maomao probably didn’t even realize how strange her words sounded.
Sigh.
For a moment, Xia Yiwei suddenly doubted herself.
She wasn’t sure if bringing Maomao to the apartment and letting her get close to Lin Yu was a good or bad thing.
That young guy Lin Yu…
Might be fine for dating.
But Maomao probably didn’t see it that way, right?
If she kept getting closer with deeper intentions, things might get messy when facing Aunt Ruxue.
Xia Yiwei changed the subject, probing:
"Maomao, you remember Master’s birthday party, right?"
"You’ll need to prepare a gift if you’re attending someone’s birthday."
"Have you thought about what to give?"
The sudden mention of Lin Yu’s birthday caught Maomao off guard.
She looked up at Xia Yiwei and nodded with her usual blunt honesty:
"Yeah, I’ve already decided what to give Yu that day."
Xia Yiwei’s lips pressed into a thin line: "…"
Asking might have been a mistake.
Now she was even more worried.
Would clueless Maomao really gift "herself" to him?
But… she couldn’t just ask outright!
That’d be like exposing Maomao’s crush on Lin Yu.
Ugh.
What a headache!
……
Two kilometers near Yipin Street.
Inside a mid-range chain hotel.
"Whoosh… whoosh…"
The sound of running water from the shower was unusually clear.
Chen Qimeng sat on the neatly made bed, setting down the hair dryer.
Her gaze kept drifting toward the frosted glass of the bathroom.
Even if she couldn’t see inside clearly, the silhouette was unmistakable.
Chen Qimeng covered her flushed cheeks, glancing at the snug bathrobe wrapped around her.
Oh my god!
She’d really come to a hotel with Xiao Yu!
Was this even real?
Lost in thought, she pinched her own cheek to confirm.
Yep, it hurt.
Not a dream.
So… there was no turning back now!
Washing off bad luck could technically pass as a reason for finding a place to "shower."
But sitting on the bed in a bathrobe afterward?
There was no explaining that away!
The more Chen Qimeng thought about it, the more nervous and restless she became…
No matter how much she’d mentally prepared, at this moment, she couldn’t control her emotions.
She tugged the bathrobe higher, trying to cover more.
But a bathrobe wasn’t a tube dress.
It had a fixed size and limited length.
Pulling it up just meant…
Right then, the shower stopped!
Flustered, Chen Qimeng hastily yanked the bathrobe back down.
The bathroom door opened, and when she glanced down at herself, she instantly regretted it.
She should’ve just stayed still!
Now it looked even more…
Lin Yu stepped out, his feet damp against the tiled floor.
A towel in hand, he briskly dried his hair.
When his eyes landed on the fidgeting Aunt Qimeng by the bed, his movements froze.
Lin Yu instantly stiffened: "!!!"
……
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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
