It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Is Chapter 4 a game?
Under the false sunlight of eighteen years old.

The morning sun shone on her jet-black hair, like shimmering lake light or a silent black waterfall.

Those beautiful eyes, which seemed to have never looked directly at her before, were now staring at her and saying:
"It's very simple. You're unlucky enough to have run into Zhang Xun, this thug, who's extorting you. Although you seemed very brave and fought back just now, scaring everyone away, once you calm down a bit, you need to consider the consequences of him calling more people to cause you trouble."

"You know him?"

"Your focus is strange. Is this something you should be thinking about right now?"

nonsense.

This isn't real; it's just a simulation, an illusion. Why worry about these things?

Unless this is truly time travel, and I can never go back.

Gu Huai didn't want to consider that. He had accomplished nothing in his previous life, so what would be the point of traveling back to when he was eighteen? Would he just live like a wish-fulfillment novel without any sense of reality?

He's not ready yet; returning to that painful reality might make him feel safer.

"I don't know what to think about."

"Too scared?" she seemed to be guessing at her own feelings, as if it were some kind of peculiar fetish.

But Gu Huai had no intention of cooperating. He had long since shed the illusion of youthful infatuation. She might be considered his ideal woman from high school, but he understood that what he saw before him was ultimately an illusion, having no connection whatsoever to the reality he longed to return to.

“If I were afraid, I wouldn’t have resisted; I would have just given him my money.”

"It's hard to say, even a dog can jump over a wall when cornered. Sorry, I really didn't mean to be sarcastic."

"Although you're apologizing, I don't see any genuine remorse. What exactly are you trying to say? I don't think you're prepared to get involved in this kind of trouble because of me, are you?"

I never knew I could talk to a girl like this.

So why did my voice tremble uncontrollably when I spoke to any girl in high school?
For the average boy, the underlying tone of youth is inferiority complex.

"Gu Huai, you're acting strange today." She looked at him suspiciously, as if he were a stranger.

Of course it was strange, but Gu Huai was too lazy to explain it, and there was no need to hide it.

She even rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

"where are you going?"

"Where else can we go to class?"

He started walking, seemingly intending to leave alone.

But soon, after taking two steps, he stopped and turned back.

Even though she was wearing a uniform school uniform that looked rather old-fashioned, it couldn't hide the fact that Cai Yan was still standing there with her hands in her pockets, looking at her curiously.

"Aren't you going to class?"

Gu Huai frowned and asked in return.

"go."

"Then aren't you leaving?"

"Hmm? You want to come with me?"

She seemed unable to suppress her laughter, as if she had seen through the innocent boy's thoughts.

"We're classmates, right? If you mind appearing with me, then you can walk in front."

He was indeed familiar with the route to school, but unfortunately, it had been so long that he had almost forgotten which floor his class was on.

Who made this rule that we have to change floors and classes every time we move up a grade?
This seemed to be an answer the girl hadn't expected. She blinked her beautiful eyes, her naturally curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Gu Huai."

"Ok?"

"You're not just dull and boring, you're just strange."

She said it with a smile, seemingly without malice.

Gu Huai simply stood there and watched her quietly, without responding to her words.

He felt that if this was truly time travel, it shouldn't be the Cai Yan he remembered. Why would such a girl appear? Perhaps it was just a prank by this so-called simulation system?

It's a necessary condition for a book to be written without a female lead, but in the end, this 'youthful female lead' seems out of place.

But it doesn't seem to make any sense.

He had no interest in the beautiful young woman walking in front of him; he was only thinking about how to get back.

However, Cai Yan, who seemed to be ahead of the pack, was not content with being alone and did not avoid suspicion. She would always turn around and ask Gu Huai some trivial and boring questions.

Gu Huai gave only half-hearted answers.

This is something that would never have happened during Gu Huai's high school years; it's an absolutely fabricated scene.

However, it must be admitted that when passing by classmates, one will occasionally notice surprised and envious glances cast at them.

It still satisfies my vanity to some extent.

No wonder so many boys would shamelessly flirt with girls when they were in school; was this the kind of feeling they were after?

It's just that the clumsy boys at the time couldn't find a better way to get along, which is why the girl they liked to bully the most was often the girl they liked the most.

Why should a nearly thirty-year-old 'old man' think about these things?
Just as she stepped into the stairwell, she suddenly grabbed the handrail, turned her head slightly, and asked.

“That Zhang Xun knows a lot of thugs. He got ripped off by you today, so he'll definitely get his revenge. I bet it'll be after school. What are you going to do?”

Standing at the bottom of the stairs, I could see her gaze fixed on me as soon as I looked up.

It wasn't so much concern as curiosity. Like the look in your eyes when you're reading a storybook and anticipating what will happen next.

He didn't feel offended or angry.

"There's nothing we can do, we'll see what happens. Are you planning to help?"

Cai Yan immediately widened her eyes slightly.

"Are you kidding me? I'm a good student and have nothing to do with worldly affairs." "Oh."

Although I don't remember having much interaction with Cai Yan, it seems that the teachers at school treated her very well, and there didn't seem to be any rumors about her among the classmates.

just
"Since you're a good student, why are you so interested in this?"

It's actually a meaningless question, since it's not a real memory, and we don't know what this simulated memory is distorting.

"I'm not interested at all, hmph." She shrugged, seemingly quite relaxed, but seeing Gu Huai's indifferent expression, she thought for a moment.

"Is feeling sorry for you and that you're unlucky considered a hobby?"

"Fortunately, I don't need sympathy."

He stepped upstairs.

"Is that so? But there are many weak people in this world, and without compassion, they will be isolated and helpless."

"Just like me?"

Are you suggesting that you are not a weakling?

She blinked.

Having climbed the steps and reached this floor, she had no intention of going any further, so Gu Huai also stopped.

Gu Huai looked at the other person and said.

Do you know what kind of person you hate even more than the so-called strong people who bully the weak?

"What? Indifferent bystanders?"

"No, it's those who look at this bullying with mockery, or even think it's a fun game."

"."

Her smile faltered, and she stared intently at Gu Huai, seemingly harboring a hidden anger.

Gu Huai's eyes, however, were terrifyingly calm, a numbness born from the fact that for nearly thirty years no one had paid any attention to him, turning it into a dead sea, unable to stir up any waves.

"Either help me or shut up and stay away from me. Asking all sorts of questions here, pretending to care but actually just being a spectator, doesn't show that you're any better than me."

"."

She remained silent for a long time, and Gu Huai even noticed her clenched fist at the cuff of her sleeve.

But soon, she almost gritted her teeth and said it.

"Now I know you're not just unlucky, you deserve it. Gu Huai, you have such a foul mouth."

After saying that, she tossed her braid behind her head and walked briskly down the corridor to the entrance of a classroom.

Gu Huai glanced at the increasingly glaring sunlight outside the corridor.

So, the education I received from childhood taught me how to swallow my pride, I couldn't stand out in school, and after entering society I was exploited and my soul was tormented. I deserved it, right?
if so.

Gu Huai strode toward the familiar yet unfamiliar classroom door.

His answer is.

"casual."

Suddenly, a white light appeared before his eyes.

It was so bright it was almost blinding.

What he saw was not the familiar classroom, nor those familiar faces he hadn't seen in a long time.

Instead, they are cold, hard words.

This simulation experience has ended.

Is this the end?
A sense of anticipation had just begun to rise within me, an anticipation of how this memory would be simulated.
[The Power of Imagination: A power long suppressed but never unleashed finally materializes. When the user experiences tension, anger, pain, or other emotions, their overall abilities slightly increase, unleashing this suppressed power. Duration: 10 minutes. Cooldown: 24 hours.]

Is this a 'reward' I received before?

[Unallocated attribute points: 5 points. Would you like to allocate them now?]

An attribute panel appeared in front of Gu Huai's eyes, just like before, except that there was a new column at the bottom: Free Attribute Points: 5.

He didn't think this number was of any use, but like playing a game, it was really uncomfortable not to add any points.

So I thought about it a little more seriously.

If there really is a sequel, then it's obvious that this already low charm value is useless.

Does intelligence mean it has to study diligently in a simulated memory system?
Therefore, Strength increases by three, and Endurance increases by two.

Allocation completed easily.

[Data updated for you.]

[Intelligence: 54 (within the range of most normal people; not particularly intelligent, but not dull-witted)]

Strength: 35 (Lack of strength due to long-term lack of exercise, a monotonous diet, and unhealthy lifestyle)

Endurance: 32 (I don't have much endurance, but I can complete the 1000-meter test, though it's still not easy.)

[Charm: 29 (You are an inconspicuous nobody; a person's charm is not just about their appearance.)]

[Unallocated attribute points: 0]

[Do you wish to synchronize real-time data? This synchronization will cost 50 R points. Synchronizing 'Power of Imagination' will cost 20 R points.]

What does "synchronization" mean?
Adding skill points costs money? No, what is this R point anyway?

Gu Huai paused for a moment before noticing something new in the upper right corner of the column.

A large 'R' sign followed by the number: 100.

Where did the 100 points come from?
Wait a minute! This looks so real! Is this guy playing a game?

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(End of this chapter)