Shang Yechu was like an insatiable glutton, forgetting even to wash up. Every day, besides eating and exchanging time, he would immerse himself in the database of 103, lost in the boundless past.
When her brain could no longer handle the overwhelming amount of information, Shang Yechu would ask 103 to put her into deep hypnosis. Apart from that, Shang Yechu almost never rested.
The food Ji Juntao bought was finished the next day. Shang Yechu, nearly obsessed, paid no attention to these details, grabbing her phone to order Ji Juntao to buy her more food—having spent too much time in the database, Shang Yechu had blurred the lines between virtual and reality. She thought a long time had passed in the real world.
103 had no choice but to forcefully cut off the signal Shang Yechu had dialed. There was no other way; if Ji Juntao found out that Shang Yechu had devoured so much stuff in just two days, Shang Yechu wouldn't be able to explain herself no matter how hard she tried.
Exposing the existence of a system is a major taboo.
When Shang Yechu couldn't dial the number, she tried again. The moment her finger touched the screen, a sharp, stabbing headache shot through her. Shang Yechu had to take an emergency rest, forgetting even to speak, and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
A data panel appeared in front of 103, showing that Shang Yechu's health value had dropped to 40.
Shang Yechu's health value hadn't dropped this low in a long time; at first glance, the value of 103 seemed a bit unfamiliar.
Shang Yechu was still fast asleep on the bed. Two hours later, 103 would need to wake her up and get her back into "study mode"—or, in 103's opinion, "a study mode where she lost her mind" would be a more accurate description.
After becoming wealthy, Shang Yechu's previous reckless behavior of prioritizing money over life gradually decreased. 103 almost forgot what kind of person this host was.
103 detests irrational things, but Shang Yechu himself is the embodiment of extreme irrationality.
In the brief silence, Shang Yechu lay on the bed, breathing evenly.
Suddenly, the screen of Shang Yechu's phone next to her pillow lit up, unlocking itself like in a ghost story and jumping to a shopping app.
The online shopping and food delivery interfaces of different apps flashed at an incredible speed, performing filtering processes that were almost invisible to the naked eye. These filters seemed haphazard, yet somehow governed by a pattern. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that they were filtering for businesses closest to the neighborhood.
Shortly after, Shang Yechu's account placed orders with over a dozen stores on different platforms, and the payment password was automatically entered during payment. Even telecom fraud couldn't replicate such a rapid action.
About an hour later, the doorbell rang inside the apartment.
"Ding-dong—"
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Ji Juntao chose a very private, upscale residential area for Shang Yechu. All deliveries and takeout orders were placed at a designated receiving point and then delivered to each household by a dedicated person. However, the residents of Apartment 68 seemed to have an unusually large amount of belongings today, which were piled up into a small mountain at the receiving point.
The courier, Xiao Liu, stared blankly for a long time, hesitating whether to move the package, when he suddenly received a message from a resident of Apartment 68.
"The items have all arrived, please deliver them."
Xiao Liu felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. He didn't bother to think about how the residents of Apartment 68 knew everything had arrived, and huffed and puffed as he loaded the items onto the electric trolley.
The trolley was packed full, and the stack of items was taller than Xiao Liu himself. Although there are regulations prohibiting delivery personnel from invading residents' privacy, some items had their names blatantly written on the outside.
Xiao Liu could tell at a glance that the whole truck was full of food.
Cooked meats, canned goods (both soft and hard), vegetables and fruits, instant snacks—a dazzling array piled high, making it seem like the owner of number 68 was running a small shop at home.
Mind your own business; it's a must-learn skill to work here. Xiao Liu pushed his trolley, took the elevator, and headed straight for apartment number 68.
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