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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