True central air conditioning
"My wife and I..." The middle-aged, slightly overweight and greasy professor on the stage was engrossed in recounting his romance.
Lin Yehuan was getting restless. He forced himself to stay focused and couldn't help but start nodding repeatedly, as if a gentle breeze was blowing past his ears, making the stuffy air feel fresher.
As the wind blew, Lu Xingzhi's gaze would occasionally fall on her, always seeming to want to say something but holding back.
At the same time, another pair of eyes were fixed between the two of them. Lin Yehuan immediately sobered up and silently prayed that neither of them would speak.
"These two students in the very center," the professor seemed to admire his own judgment, immediately locking onto his favorite pair. The unexpected interactive segment broke the subtle atmosphere in the audience.
Lin Yehuan waved his hands repeatedly. He had already used up all his speaking opportunities in one lab class in the morning. He even had to eat with Xu Pengpeng. What was he going to do on stage? Perform a mime?
The professor assumed she was just being modest and became even more convinced that he had found the perfect candidate: "Don't be shy, let's give her a round of applause, okay?"
The teacher's slicked-back hair, with its two stubbornly standing tufts of hair, transformed into a "!" sign announcing a task.
[Complete the task to receive generous rewards]
Amidst applause that seemed to fuel the excitement, Lin Yehuan and Lu Xingzhi stood face-to-face on the stage.
"Two students, I just saw you interacting closely in the audience. Could you share your stories with everyone?"
Lin Yehuan remained silent, because she was unable to speak at all.
[Triggering the underlying logic of the perfect male protagonist: Never cause trouble for girls]
As the mechanical voice explained, Lu Xingzhi turned around and shielded her behind him, then began to explain to the teacher.
Lin Yehuan took the opportunity to stretch his neck, which had become stiff from the wind.
"..." The male teacher became even more excited upon seeing this scene. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Lu Xingzhi after only uttering a syllable.
A gust of cold wind swept over him, and Lin Yehuan looked him up and down, unable to figure out where the air vent was.
"Teacher, I don't know this student."
An uproar erupted in the audience; the atmosphere of watching the spectacle instantly turned into questioning the teacher who had made such a difficult request.
"Does just the factory settings have such a big impact?" Lin Yehuan expressed doubt about the system algorithm.
The system loaded for a while, as if preparing to explain the entire backstory of the male protagonist, but in the end, it only left behind two concise and powerful words: [That's right]
"...Perhaps my reaction just now misled you, but I don't think you can go against anyone's wishes just because you are a teacher. There are some things that we should talk about privately."
Because she was too focused on the system page, Lin Yehuan missed Lu Xingzhi's first few sentences. She wondered if it was just her imagination, but she inexplicably sensed a distress signal in the professor's eyes.
But she couldn't say anything. After tugging at Lu Xingzhi's clothes to try to stop him but failing, she simply gave up and started studying the air-sweeping system.
[Currently in cool air mode, fan speed level 3, vertical swing. You can click the settings button on the right to exit mood control mode and customize settings.]
After clicking around randomly, Lin Yehuan followed the system prompts and slowly adjusted the wind speed to a comfortable level.
The temperature in front of her returned to a comfortable level, which might have been her imagination. Lu Xingzhi's words were also much gentler than before, and he apologized to everyone for his somewhat harsh words.
The professor finally finished the most agonizing ten minutes of his life, and quickly took the opportunity to admit that some of his methods were indeed ill-considered, and asked them to return to their seats.
A commotion arose in the audience, and Lin Yehuan finally snapped out of his reverie. He had been so engrossed in studying the air-sweeping system that he had completely forgotten he was still on the podium.
Did she miss some earth-shattering moment in those few seconds?
Lin Yehuan scrolled through the male protagonist's speech history on the screen, but there was nothing there, just these few sentences.
Seriously? You guys got all fired up with just those two sentences?
[Triggering Event: The Male Lead's Role]
What responsibility? Is it so hard to explain clearly what it means?
[A total of 487 people thus resolved their romantic predicaments and successfully escaped the system.]
? ? ?
Are normal people really that rare? Everyone, please have a healthy relationship.
Lin Yehuan stared blankly at the messy statistics and student psychological analyses until Lu Xingzhi turned around, realizing that it was time to go back.
[The host's negative attitude has triggered a hidden clause.]
[The male lead's behavior violates the image of the perfect lover; rewards are reset to zero.]
The cold, mechanical voice rang out, and Lin Yehuan froze, his heart shattering. Where had he gone wrong? Wasn't he speaking according to the factory settings?
[According to the setting, the male lead will not easily soften his attitude towards anyone other than the female lead (host).]
Well, so she has to blame herself for being impulsive. Who knew that the air conditioning temperature was completely related to her mood!
Seeing her downcast mood, Lu Xingzhi also became gloomy.
[The male protagonist's guilt level increases by 10, and his gold coins double.]
Zero multiplied by any number is zero. Lin Yehuan was quite accomplished in elementary school mathematics, so he had no choice but to click in to see what this "guilt value" was all about.
[Guilt value is generated based on page 2, line 14 of your character profile: "Vulnerability is the best cosmetic procedure for men."]
[Therefore, the male protagonist's emotions are closely related to yours.]
Lin Yehuan was a little embarrassed and frantically tried to recall if he had written anything shameful.
Next, Lin Yehuan listened to the rest of the lecture with almost no expression, and also figured out the source of his guilt value. Before leaving, he lingered and waited for Lu Xingzhi to stop him and add him as a friend. After confirming that nothing strange had happened, he left with Xu Pengpeng, his big spender.
"Hello, classmate, I am Lu Xingzhi."
"Hello, I'm Lin Yehuan." Lin Yehuan thought for a moment, then added, "I haven't been able to speak lately, thank you for helping me out."
Lu Xingzhi typed out half of his apology, then deleted it all after seeing the message. He finally breathed a sigh of relief and edited it several times before sending it: "You're welcome. I'm so glad you're alright."
[The male protagonist's guilt level is reset to zero.]
Lin Yehuan pushed his phone aside and let out a long sigh. "I knew you'd think I was mute."
But then again, my guilt level is zero, but what about the money? Give me back the money, at least give me back the initial amount.
In the instant Lin Yehuan argued with the system, half of the mission points flashed before his eyes, and Lin Yehuan's nerves, which had just relaxed a little, tensed up again—all interactions related to the male lead had been hidden!
Damn it!
How can we play like this?!
[The misunderstanding with the male protagonist has been resolved. Logically, the NPC and the male protagonist have no other form of connection.]
No, but this is the main storyline!
If you really don't want me to play, can't you just let me go back?
And you dare to try and reason with me about logic with your flawed plot? This is clearly a personal vendetta! A strike! Retaliation!
"There's nothing I can do then. Let me go back. I can't save the rest of them. Please find someone else."
[To remedy the inconvenience caused by these loopholes, we are offering you one last chance. Please make sure you seize it.]
The system responded surprisingly quickly, as if it had been prepared for all of this long ago.
So much so that Lin Yehuan always felt there was a hint of treachery mixed in with the calm, mechanical voice.
In short, credits are important, and this last chance for assessment must be seized.
So, while she was still hoping the other side would send some message to turn the tide, she found herself involuntarily sending out a message first: "Are you there? Pay up!"
Sending time: two minutes ago. Lin Yehuan couldn't help but sigh, this system's way of handling things is worth learning from, it's openly insidious, meticulous and unethical.
What was that word again? Obedience test. Yes, Lin Yehuan suspected that this was the obedience test that the system was conducting on her.
Looking at the message "The other party is typing..." on the screen, Lin Yehuan felt that he couldn't just sit and wait for his fate.
Unfortunately, I've reached my limit for online communication today.
So, at six o'clock in the afternoon, after a busy day, Mr. Lin put his phone on silent, locked it in Xu Pengpeng's cabinet, closed his eyes, lay down on the bed, and thought, "Early to bed is good for your health, yes, early to bed is good for your health."
Lin Yehuan's life motto has always been that escaping is shameful but useful, but there will always be a day when he has to face it.
For example, after sleeping for twelve hours, you end up with a swollen face and have to go to work at 8 a.m. with the person you dread seeing the most.
For example, when I was called on to answer a question, I would still keep chatting with him on WeChat after class with a mysterious smile, and selectively ignore the money transfer he sent me after being silent for half an hour the night before.
It wasn't that she didn't want to accept it, but the system casually said, "Currently, all funds can only be exchanged for gold coins." Lin Yehuan then cursed with all her might: "Damn it, you kill but don't bury!"
"Sorry, I sent the wrong message."
Lin Yehuan silently returned the transfer.
Feeling the gaze behind him, Lin Yehuan reached up and tied his hair to cover the back of his head, which felt cold from being stared at.
"Woman, you've successfully caught my attention."
Lin Yehuan stared blankly at the sentence, thinking, "Your system needs an antivirus scan."
[This sentence originates from your setting of "speaking only domineering CEO quotes".]
Delete it!
[Sorry, you do not have permission.]
Lin Yehuan admitted that when he was writing it, he treated it as a virtual pet and added all sorts of interesting things into it. Who would have thought that it would become a real person?
However, none of that matters now; she has more important things to do.
During the ten-minute break between classes, Lin Yehuan, feeling ashamed, proposed to him an extreme "staring contest".
Lu Xingzhi clearly didn't understand what this was all about, but he still couldn't bring himself to refuse.
The system says that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
Only by opening the curtains and communicating can true feelings be revealed.
In layman's terms, the two of them have to stare at each other for ten minutes before she can unlock some of her conversational privileges.
[Unlock the story: Love begins with an unforgettable quantum storm in the iris universe, not with a simple "Let's be together."]
Lin Yehuan just wanted to free her never-stopping mouth, and was somewhat shocked by the unexpected completion of the side quest.
The sudden, mechanical sound of "switching to human intervention," coupled with overly AI-sounding phrases and forcedly romantic Mary Sue-esque sentences, disgusted her beyond measure.
[A total of 332 people thus eliminated their obsessions and successfully broke free from the system.]
Lin Yehuan watched helplessly as the two boys in the front row were forced to exit the game in a louvered manner due to system lag.
"Is this really not a horror movie?" Lin Yehuan couldn't help but ask aloud.
“No, this is just normal desensitization training.” Xu Pengpeng sat up straight, her eyes reflecting the light from the big screen. Lin Yehuan looked over in that direction.
Faces oozing pus and festering sores due to infection, and bodies gradually becoming mutilated, are displayed on a multimedia screen in a loop.
Nobody told me there was this part in biology!
Lin Yehuan was shocked.
Lin Yehuan endured it.
Lin Yehuan fainted.
When I woke up in the hospital for the second time, everything was as devastating as ever.
[All courses have commenced. Your current intellectual level is: extremely low. Please study diligently to ensure you achieve all the required goals.]
"Do we really have to emphasize those two words?" Lin Yehuan gritted his teeth as he checked the various indicators, rubbing his forehead with his left hand, trying to expand the limited knowledge in his brain by generating heat through friction.
"All compulsory courses must be completed at a good level."
Lin Yehuan admitted that as a pure liberal arts student who studied humanities for seven years and whose total high school math, physics, and chemistry scores were not as high as his Chinese scores, he did not consider the feasibility of these settings at all when writing them.
I initially thought it was a lighthearted, enjoyable story, but it turns out the system is a leveling-up system! You start with NPCs and can get whatever you want by simply using them.
Completing advanced mathematics, basic chemistry, microbiology, engineering drawing, and probability theory in one semester now seems like an insurmountable challenge to her.
"Excuse me, may I come in?" Lu Xingzhi knocked twice on the wide-open door.
Lin Yehuan nodded, then suddenly remembered that he could speak again, and replied, "Please come in."
Lu Xingzhi put the things on the table by the door and pointed to the boxed lunch, saying, "Xu Pengpeng asked me to bring this lunch. She's in a meeting and can't leave for the time being."
Lu Xingzhi seemed to have something he was too embarrassed to say, and just stood by the door hesitating.
"Would you... like to come in and sit for a while?"
Saying such things in a hospital ward was truly a first for Lin Yehuan, who lamented how quickly his language skills were deteriorating.
The boy was a little embarrassed, his delicate eyebrows furrowed, and his peach blossom eyes stared straight into hers, like a puppy that had fallen into the water.
The game is over, stop looking at me...
So cute...
Lin Yehuan tried his best not to appear too perverted, hoping he hadn't written anything particularly outrageous.
Lu Xingzhi was sitting on the chair by the bed when he was interrupted by a message notification on his phone before he could even organize his thoughts.
It seems to be a very important matter.
Lin Yehuan prayed that no bizarre plot twists would suddenly appear.
The system very humanely popped up the most outrageous page in her character profile.
"I remember now, I remember everything," Lin Yehuan glanced at it hastily, not daring to look closely.
I quickly gave him a way out, saying, "If you have something urgent, go ahead and take care of it. We can talk about the rest later."
"Hmm." Lu Xingzhi nodded, walked steadily to the door, and then hurriedly ran downstairs.
Only after Lu Xingzhi's figure completely disappeared from sight did Lin Yehuan come to her senses and collapse onto the bed. This was the first time in the past few days that she had been so flustered.
The system only mercifully provided a portion of the settings, and she basically recalled most of what she had written.
The more she said, the more mistakes she made; that was the only thought in her mind right now. If she had known all that she wrote would come true, why did she write such a tragic story for him? A protagonist who's arrogant and domineering may be cliché, but he lives a carefree life!
They had to write something about how he was unloved by his parents, repeatedly failed in every field, and that his brother was a genius. Now, he has to pay the price for what he owes.
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