In Ying'er's bedroom.
Lin Yu gave it a try, engaging in a conversation with the AI Aunt Ruxue.
Maomao had left the main unit in the nurse's room but specifically granted access permissions to Ying'er's computer.
This allowed their "partner" and Lin Yu to test Aunt Ruxue's performance anytime.
The way these two internet-savvy individuals phrased things always struck Lin Yu as a bit odd.
But it wasn't something worth overthinking.
However.
Once Lin Yu started testing, his focus became completely absorbed.
The more he tested, the more astonished he became.
His shock was no less than when he saw the vice president toss the violin strings up to the third floor earlier that day!
Given Lin Yu's current technical skills,
designing an AI simulation software with even better performance wouldn’t be difficult.
The key point was…
this was 2014!
Maomao’s accidental invention was years ahead of the market.
Even a decade later,
Aunt Ruxue’s performance would still outshine many similar programs.
Simulating someone who can answer anything and simulating someone with a distinct personality—
the former only requires feeding it massive amounts of static data to achieve.
The latter is where the real challenge lies.
Sitting nearby, watching Lin Yu test the software,
Maomao’s face was filled with anticipation as she waited for his feedback.
After these past few days together,
even Maomao herself hadn’t realized it,
but in her heart, Lin Yu had shifted from being a "rival competitor" to someone whose approval she sought.
Xia Yiwei and Mo Shangying had already tested it.
Naturally, they gave her plenty of positive feedback.
But she was still eager to hear Lin Yu’s thoughts…
Seeing Lin Yu remain silent for so long, Maomao couldn’t help but ask:
"Yu, how does it feel after using it?"
Lin Yu turned his head: "…"
After using it—what a choice of words.
Just when he was fully focused, his train of thought got derailed again…
Aunt Ruxue is so easy to use, the merchant delivered and installed it personally, the size is standard, the fit is perfect, it washes clean without pilling, the quality is excellent, it’s so comfortable to use, you’ll want to keep using it…
Pulling his thoughts back, Lin Yu spoke seriously:
"This is truly an unexpected gift."
"With her, we can better prepare for encounters with the real Aunt Ruxue!"
"Maomao, you’ve done an amazing job."
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move—the Saint’s sincere praise leaves the outer disciple both flustered and honored!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Maomao’s eyes sparkled as she pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh.
After composing herself for a moment, she responded:
"Actually, there are still a few minor details that need tweaking."
"The final version of Aunt Ruxue will be ready tonight, and then all three of our computers can sync up."
"Yu, I suggest you practice with it too."
"If Aunt Ruxue sees through your real identity right away,"
"at least you’ll know how to handle her."
Maomao didn’t avoid saying this in front of Ye Mengfu.
Lin Yu occasionally glanced at Xiao Fufu’s reaction.
She didn’t seem confused at all.
Likely, before Lin Yu returned,
the three girls had already had a deep discussion and shared quite a few stories.
The whole "real vs. fake ZerO" situation was something Xiao Fufu already knew about.
Explaining it probably wasn’t too difficult.
But what Lin Yu cared about more was…
"My computer has a version too? You guys work fast."
"Alright, I’ll give it a try later and practice how to talk to Aunt Ruxue."
"Maomao, you’re sure this software perfectly replicates Aunt Ruxue’s personality and habits, right?"
Maomao nodded earnestly:
"Absolutely. At the very least… this is how I see Aunt Ruxue."
"Even the traits and habits others don’t notice—I’ve recreated them all in the software."
"There are sides to her… even Shan and Wei don’t know about."
Lin Yu: "…"
Hiss!
What a filial little kitten.
Truly, loyalty and filial piety have always been hard to balance.
This "unknown side" of Aunt Ruxue made Lin Yu’s imagination run wild…
Before long,
after chatting with the three girls for a while, Lin Yu returned to his own room.
After a long, exhausting day, the first thing he did was take a refreshing shower.
Lying in bed and scrolling through his phone for a bit,
Lin Yu suddenly remembered the "Aunt Ruxue" on his computer!
Unable to resist, he went to his desk and opened the newly added software.
The moment it launched,
a stunningly beautiful woman’s photo appeared on the left side of the chat interface.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The software got another upgrade?
When he left earlier, there was no "character artwork" yet!
Maomao’s efficiency was seriously impressive.
The woman in the photo was unmistakably Aunt Ruxue.
She looked almost identical to the person Lin Yu had met in his dreams.
Though in the dream, she had a more ethereal, untouchable aura.
Lin Yu didn’t rush to use it. Instead, he checked the software’s settings.
According to Maomao and Ying'er’s design,
the practice logs from all three computers would sync in real time.
Meaning, whatever Lin Yu chatted about, the other two could see on their own devices.
And whatever they discussed, Lin Yu could also view anytime.
After a brief moment of contemplation…
Hmm…
Real-time syncing seemed a little inconvenient, didn’t it?
Lin Yu’s fingers flew across the keyboard as he made slight adjustments to his version of Aunt Ruxue.
In simple terms:
He disabled the shared log feature and enabled "incognito mode."
All without the other two noticing.
Having superior technical skills really did come in handy.
When a user turns on "incognito mode,"
it usually means whatever they’re about to do next… is best done with the lights off.
Maomao would never have guessed.
On Lin Yu’s computer, Aunt Ruxue had an entirely different "way of opening"!
Now, this version of Aunt Ruxue even had voice chat functionality.
During voice conversations, the dialogue would be transcribed into text logs for reference.
Lin Yu put on his headphones and adjusted the mic near his mouth.
Who would’ve thought?
After being reborn and living as a proper, upstanding college guy for days,
he’d now have to temporarily relive his past life as a "smooth-talking fisherman."
Gathering his thoughts, Lin Yu spoke slowly:
"Hey, it’s rare to see someone alone in a lively place like a nightclub."
Almost instantly,
the software responded with the familiar voice from his dreams:
"Nightclub?"
"Sir, are you still drunk?"
"Take a closer look—where do you think this is?"
Lin Yu nodded to himself.
[Key takeaway #1: Aunt Ruxue doesn’t go to nightclubs.]
What a shame.
But one thing did catch his attention—
When Aunt Ruxue spoke, her portrait’s lips moved in sync with her words!
This Maomao… really understood human nature, didn’t she?
This is perfect for developing some sweet, sugary little games!
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