"Huh?" Wang Xin felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of that scene and Qin Gang's face. "Then, then what happened?"

Cao Xingwang: "I don't know."

"..."

Wang Xin turned to Xiang Yang and asked, "Yangyang, do you know?"

Xiangyang: "How would I know? I haven't seen him for more than half a year."

Something occurred to Zhang Yu, and he asked Xiang Yang, "Yangyang, you're not still staying at Qin Gang's house, are you?"

The other two were also curious.

Cao Xingwang: "Qin Gang is already so rich, he wouldn't live in that shabby place, would he?"

yes.

Xiangyang forgot about it.

Qin Gang probably didn't stay away for half a year; he must have already purchased other properties.

That little house, it's probably been abandoned a long time ago.

“No,” Xiangyang said, “he no longer lives there; I live there myself.”

Everyone else took it for granted.

Xiangyang then realized that the mission objective had been lost again, and it had been lost for half a year.

But now, even if Qin Gang were to shamelessly fawn over him, he wouldn't dare to approach him, would he?

He's just a poor student who was once sponsored by a business tycoon; how can I possibly meet him?

Xiangyang took out his phone and looked at the messages he had sent to him over the past six months.

At first, Qin Gang would reply every three to five days, but his replies were incredibly perfunctory.

Xiangyang felt embarrassed to be too enthusiastic, so he sent fewer and fewer messages.

The most recent message he received was two months ago, when Xiangyang sent him a picture of his lunch.

Qin Gang did not reply.

Three percent...

Xiangyang looked at his phone screen and sighed.

The smaller the number, the more subtle the breakthrough point is, and Xiangyang certainly understands this principle.

Xiangyang is now at a loss as to how to proceed.

He even harbored a sliver of hope that one day Qin Gang would suddenly have an epiphany, and with a "ding," the task would be completed on its own.

Life is so long, can we really just keep waiting like this, wasting our whole lives?

“Xiang, Xiangyang,” Xiaoguai suddenly spoke up.

Xiangyang: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Guai: "The mission has a time limit."

"?" Xiangyang asked, "What restrictions?"

Xiao Guai: "It's a rule set up to prevent the host from slacking off. If there is no progress in the mission within a year, the mission will be declared a failure."

"..." Xiang Yang was stunned. "Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Xiao Guai: "You, you didn't ask."

He is just a system; he can only respond by analyzing the host's psychology.

If Xiangyang's inner thoughts hadn't been exposed, it wouldn't have said anything until now.

After a long silence, Xiangyang finally processed his emotions and asked, "How much time is left until the year is up?"

Xiao Guai checked and said, "There are still two months left."

After saying that, Xiao Guai cautiously asked him, "Xiangyang, are you... not angry?"

“You’re just a system, aren’t you?” Xiang Yang said.

Little Darling: "Mmm..."

Xiangyang: "So, this isn't your fault."

"Huh?" Xiao Guai was stunned.

Xiangyang then asked, "Does that mean that a year after completing this mission, I will voluntarily enter the next mission?"

Little Darling: "Mmm!"

How to get close to Qin Gang is indeed a problem.

He has no contact with me except for a WeChat account and a phone number.

Xiangyang thought for a long time, and then suddenly realized something.

He took out "his" ID card, looked at it, and discovered that "his" birthday was tomorrow.

Xiangyang took out his phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message: Uncle Qin, tomorrow is my birthday, I want to spend it with you.

The message was sent, but it didn't cause a ripple at all.

really.

But Xiangyang couldn't give up. At eight o'clock in the evening, he sent another message: Uncle Qin, if you're busy, I can come to see you.

We waited until 2 a.m., but there was still no sound from the other side.

Xiangyang took a nap, and when he woke up in the morning, he reached for his phone and saw a message. He sat up abruptly.

There is only one address.

Xiangyang searched online and found that the place was a villa area.

Xiangyang packed up, grabbed his schoolbag, took a bus for a while, bought a small cake at a cake shop after getting off, and then rode a shared bicycle for a while before finally arriving at his destination.

The European-style villa, with its grand courtyard design, doesn't quite match Xiangyang's impression of Qin Gang's character.

Xiang Yang rang the doorbell, and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie came in.

Xiang Yang said that Qin Gang had asked him to come over.

Although the man had a kind face, he clearly didn't believe it and wouldn't even make a phone call to confirm.

Xiangyang sent a message to Qin Gang, but Qin Gang didn't reply. He also couldn't get through to him by phone. Helpless, Xiangyang had no choice but to show him his chat history with Qin Gang.

The middle-aged man glanced at Xiang Yang, his gaze clearly showing disdain, and asked, "You're the student that Master Qin sponsored, right?"

A recipient of financial aid, using the inconsiderate pretext of celebrating a birthday, actually managed to find his way here.

Xiangyang had no choice but to reply, "Yes, that's me."

The middle-aged man nodded to him, then made a phone call. After finishing the call, he let Xiangyang in.

Xiang Yang thought to himself, "Qin Gang really doesn't want to see me. He won't answer my calls, but he'll answer other people's calls."

After entering, Xiangyang placed the small cake he was carrying on the table and casually glanced around the living room.

An older woman brought over coffee, glanced at the cheap little cake on the table, and exchanged glances with the middle-aged man.

Xiangyang looked at a painting hanging in the living room and laughed, saying, "Uncle Qin can even understand Impressionism."

The middle-aged man felt that he was implying that Qin Gang was not well-educated, and thought he was being impolite, but he didn't show it on his face and said, "Coffee, please."

Xiang Yang nodded and said, "Thank you."

Then she asked, "What time will Uncle Qin be back?"

Man: "Since we have guests at home, Master Qin should be coming back."

"Huh?" Xiangyang didn't quite understand what he meant.

The man didn't say anything more, bowed slightly, said "Please enjoy your meal," and left.

That auntie left too.

In the large living room, there was only Xiangyang himself and a cup of coffee.

Xiangyang played on his phone out of boredom until it was almost out of battery before he stopped.

He couldn't wander around, and since he hadn't slept much the night before, he started sleeping on the coffee table again.

From morning to noon and then to night, no one paid any attention to him.