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

Chapter 42 The Best Party?

On his way home, Gu Huai still couldn't figure it out.

He just felt that something was wrong, a really big problem.

He was quite certain that his memory was accurate; he had never had any artistic talent growing up, although he was sensitive and prone to overthinking. He certainly enjoyed listening to artsy songs and had his own artistic principles when it came to music and videos.

However, he had no experience learning guitar or playing and singing on his own.

My family wouldn't support me doing those things, so they never even made any such requests.

How did it come to Lin Jiang's mouth? "You don't play guitar anymore?"

This statement is truly bizarre.

It felt as if something I was absolutely certain of had been suddenly altered.

After much thought, Gu Huai felt that the only thing that could possibly cause this change was the weekly shop in the simulation system, with its guitar skill books on display.

If you bought it yourself, it could indeed lead to such consequences.

But the problem is I haven't bought it yet.

Shouldn't real-world change only occur after the purchase itself? Is this a case of being absolutely certain of a purchase, thus making changes in advance? Making changes ahead of time is terrifying! What if you never buy it? Wouldn't that cause a disaster?
If I buy it later, will there be even bigger changes?
Does everyone know that they have this skill?
Gu Huai was a little confused; the situation had suddenly become somewhat overwhelming.

Back in the rented room, I put down the guitar case.

He took out the guitar again. The guitar had a faint fragrance, as if it had been left by the owner who once held it.

However, this was not the time to do anything rash. He fiddled with it a couple of times, not daring to make too much noise. After all, the soundproofing in this kind of cheap rental apartment was quite poor. If he made a loud noise in the middle of the night, the people upstairs and downstairs might come and teach him a lesson.

After fiddling with the strings a couple of times, Gu Huai became even more certain that he simply couldn't play the guitar.

He put the guitar back in its case, thought for a moment, and then went to wash up first.

After completing these steps, instead of entering the sleep pod for simulation, she made a phone call to Xu Cheng.

Although it was getting late, based on my understanding of him...
"Hey! Gu Huai, why are you calling me at this hour? Perfect timing, wanna join us for some fun?"

Xu Cheng's voice was very loud, not at all like it was late at night. There was also the noise of music around him, and he could faintly hear men and women laughing.

It was like being in some kind of paradise.

"What are you doing? Why are you making so much noise?"

"Oh, I'm at the KTV, hanging out with some buddies. Want to come join us? Let me tell you, the girls here are top-notch!"

Gu Huai knew what ShangK was; even if he hadn't eaten pork, he'd seen pigs run, right? However, he wasn't particularly interested. It wasn't that he had any prejudice against the girls there; they were all just trying to make money.

What prejudice could there be? People might even look down on me because of my own circumstances.

He just felt that many things money couldn't buy. The fleeting pleasure was merely a display of superb acting skills and professional competence, which would end once he entered the elevator. It was simply not worth wasting his money.

"I won't be coming. I have something to ask you."

"Oh, why are you asking now? Is there a problem with the sleep pod?"

"No, I just wanted to ask you, do you remember I can play the guitar?"

If I had to say who understands me best throughout my entire university life, it wouldn't be any of my relatives, but this man. So asking Xu Cheng definitely wouldn't be a problem.

But after thinking about it, he told himself...

"Guitar? Do you know how to play this? I don't remember, but I don't think you've ever performed it for me. What's wrong? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"It's alright, have fun."

"Really not coming? I'm amazing, big boobs and long legs, totally your type!"

Gu Huai hung up the phone immediately.

He leaned against the headboard, looking at the guitar case placed to one side.

"A real problem has arisen."

Looking at this helmet called a sleep pod, Gu Huai felt inexplicably apprehensive.

If we continue to use and simulate it, will our lives one day become something we don't recognize at all?
Perhaps one day I'll suddenly find myself sitting in some boss's office? Or suddenly become a celebrity? Or inexplicably end up in jail? Just like in many suspense movies.

Gu Huai didn't want his life to suddenly turn into a mind-bending horror movie.

But should we stop here, abandon the simulation, accept the changes that have occurred, and be content with the status quo?
Gu Huai did not ask Lin Jiang for the details, because if there had been changes that he was unaware of, asking would be pointless and would only make her feel confused.

Wait, could this stupid system be forcing me to buy that guitar skill book? It sounds absurd, but the more I think about it, the more sense it makes.

After all, where would I find the money and time to learn guitar? Besides, if I remember correctly, that skill book also gave me an extra five points of charm.
Tonight, Gu Huai did not choose to use the sleep pod, but instead started searching for high school courses on a certain website and watching them one by one.

The simulation will certainly continue; some changes have already occurred irreversibly, even without prior preparation. But this opportunity is truly important to someone who has faced countless rejections in the past.

The reason he wasn't using it tonight was that he was worried that logging on would immediately trigger an exam, especially since the teacher's notice about preparing for the monthly exam was still fresh in his mind. It was just like how he had researched Zhang Xun thoroughly and made plans before entering the mock exam last time.

Never fight a battle you are not prepared for.

There are many strange signs now, so I really need to be more careful and prepared.

Earning R-coins is indeed important, but being prepared is the key to earning even more R-coins.

And you know what? Gu Huai fell asleep while watching him.

Wow, this stuff is pretty effective at helping me sleep. I fell asleep without taking melatonin, and I don't even remember what time I fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already daylight.

No work today, a rare two-day weekend break.

Aside from work, Gu Huai didn't have many leisure activities, let alone dates.

On a sudden whim, Gu Huai got up early and went out.

I went to the nearest bookstore and bought a few high school exam papers.

I never imagined that at the age of 28, when everyone else was working hard like beasts of burden, I would start studying.

Then, back home, I opened the exam paper and pretended to do the questions. When I encountered something I didn't know, I started searching online. I don't know if it's because of the "memory sandwich" or because I'm this age, but my comprehension isn't bad. On the contrary, many problems that I couldn't understand before are now clear to me.

I was able to do most of them quite well, though some of the math and physics problems were a bit challenging. After all, while my grades were decent back then, I wasn't exactly a prospect for a top-tier university. For a small county like Jicheng to produce a student who gets into a prestigious university is quite an achievement.

After finishing a math set, I started working on physics.

Gu Huai decided to use the weekend to review all the subjects he needed to take the exam.

Before I knew it, I had been working on it from near noon until almost evening. When I came to my senses, I found it unbelievable. Why did time seem to pass so slowly when I was studying?

At 28, I'm actually starting to enjoy solving problems one by one?

This life is truly bizarre.

When Xu Cheng suddenly called, Gu Huai was actually trying to write a Chinese composition. He used to think that writing 800 words was like trying to kill himself, that he would burst out of his wits just to fill that space, but now he felt that 800 words were not enough to express himself.

Education does indeed have a lag effect.

"Hey?"

"Hey, what are you doing? Don't tell me you're working overtime."

"No, I'm doing a test paper."

"A test paper? What for? Are you preparing for the college entrance exam?"

The other person sounded like they were joking, but Gu Huai really wanted to say that he was indeed preparing for the exam.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly felt like doing it for fun."

"It's really interesting. People can exercise, socialize, or go for a city walk whenever they feel like it. But why would someone almost thirty years old suddenly feel like doing a test?"

"Alright, what do you want from me at this hour?"

"Hurry up and get ready, I'm coming to pick you up."

"pick me up?"

"Yeah, a few college classmates are getting together tonight, and they asked me to invite you. Stop talking nonsense and get ready."

"A university reunion? Why don't you go by yourself? I'll go."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. I specifically asked you to come along. You're free anyway, so let's do this. See you downstairs at your place in half an hour."

The other party hung up the phone.

Gu Huai was somewhat bewildered.

How did a university reunion suddenly happen? I glanced at the university group on WeChat and realized I had set my messages to "Do Not Disturb".

After all, there are always messages, but they are topics that have nothing to do with me and that I have no say in. Seeing them only annoys me, so I set it to Do Not Disturb.

It seems to be a university reunion; they started talking about it yesterday.

Several of my college classmates happened to be visiting the provincial capital, so I decided to get together with a few old classmates who work in the city. Actually, I didn't see anyone mention myself.

Now Gu Huai could roughly guess what was going on.

Actually, no one asked Xu Cheng to bring them along; Xu Cheng was just saying it on purpose.

After all, whether in the dormitory or in the class, I was only so-so in terms of popularity. Apart from Xu Cheng, I didn't have any particularly close classmates.

So, when it comes to old classmates' reunions, I don't feel any particular emotion.

Why did Xu Cheng have to invite me along? I haven't changed to the point where I can amaze everyone yet. Isn't this just making a fool of myself?

Gu Huai was just thinking about whether he should call home and say that something came up and he couldn't make it.

The phone vibrated.

It's still Xu Cheng's information.

The content is...
Dress up nicely; your goddess will be here tonight.

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(End of this chapter)