Yes, I did all of this!

"..."

For some reason, Yu Zhi's depression suddenly vanished, and sensing Duanmu Mo's presence, she suddenly calmed down.

No matter what others imagine, reality remains unchanged, and a comic is still just a comic. No matter how close things get, the real Duanmu Mo will always stand in front of him, and that's enough.

Chapter 549: Motorcycle

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Whoosh...

—Duanmu Mo and Yu Zhi returned home, the sound of turning pages filling the room. Shen Wu Ling put down her comic magazine and nodded to Yu Zhi:

"That's great, thank you, Yuzhi."

"I'm glad you like it, Rin."

Yuzhi smiled, looked at the comic magazine in Ling's hand, and then fell silent for a moment.

Duanmu Mo is currently watching the news in the living room, while Shen Wuling and Yu Zhi are the only two people in Shen Wuling's room.

Yuzhi looked around, her gaze lingering on the crack in the door, and finally couldn't help but speak:

"Um... Rin, there's something else I want to ask you, it's about this manga."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Shen Wuling paused, her expression tense.

Although she hasn't released any "loser" or similar characters based on Yuzhi and others, the Zero System had already drawn out her thoughts at that moment. Looking at the plot, even Shenwu Ling herself felt guilty when facing Yuzhi.

"Well..." Yu Zhi hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Well, I'll just get straight to the point."

"...Okay, go ahead." Apart from the sound of the computer case cooling, the two remained awkwardly silent in the room.

"The male and female protagonists of this comic are Mr. Duanmu and you, right? It's not hard to tell."

Yu Zhi said, to which Shen Wu Ling's expression became even more tense: "Yes, yes, after all, a computer can't create something out of nothing, so I can only refer to the people I know best... I didn't mean anything by it."

"..." After a moment of silence, Yuzhi ultimately couldn't bring herself to say what was on her mind. Instead, she asked tactfully, "So, will characters related to us appear in the later parts of the manga? If so, what will our ending be?"

As soon as Yu Zhi finished speaking, she quickly corrected herself, "Of course, I was just asking casually, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just a little curious."

"Hmm..."

However, this problem stumped Shinmu Rin.

She had planned to modify the subsequent plot, but how to modify it was a problem. She didn't know whether to directly remove characters like Yuzhi who had prototypes and whom she treated with obvious malice, or to keep them and modify them into a completely happy ending.

More importantly, Shen Wuling wasn't really sure about this messy setup. Making her older sister the second female lead already made her hesitant. It was too unconventional in this kind of shoujo manga, and she was a little worried about publishing her first book.

"..."

However, facing Yuzhi's face, Shenwuling still made a decision.

"You don't need to worry about this."

Shinmuri smiled and nodded at her: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in bad endings."

"Yeah......"

Yuzhi knew that wasn't what she wanted to ask, but looking at Shenwuling's face, Yuzhi still chose to trust her:

"That's good... Anyway, Rin, I look forward to your new work." Yuzhi stammered for a long time before finally uttering a sentence.

"Yes. I should be thanking you for bringing back this memorable book for me."

"Actually, Huizi bought this." Yuzhi smiled and shook her head, telling her about what had happened during the day.

"Oh, I see. Then I'll have to thank her properly next time."

Shen Wuling nodded, and the two bid each other farewell amicably.

Yu Zhi came out of her room, gently closed the door, and was about to return to her own room when she saw the light from the study not far away, so she went over and opened the door.

Inside, Cang Yuan sat at the table, looking at his university lectures. Noticing Yu Zhi's arrival, he nodded to her: "Good evening, Yu Zhi. Want to study together?"

"No, it's a bit late now... I just wanted to check on you."

Yu Zhi's gaze lingered on the books in her hands: "These books aren't too hard to understand, are they?"

"No, I really like these."

Cang Yuan shook his head, looking at the contents: "Humans of this era grew up step by step, becoming part of human civilization, thanks to these books..."

"You're exaggerating a bit... But I didn't expect you to be so smart, Cangyuan. Just a few months ago you couldn't even read, but now you've surpassed me in no time."

"What you're saying is an exaggeration. I'm just reading superficially according to my own interests, which is different from your in-depth study."

"Where..." Yu Zhi smiled, but didn't waste any more time on the matter. There was no point in arguing any further, so the conversation ended there: "Well then, I won't bother you anymore. Goodnight."

"Good night."

Cang Yuan smiled and bid her farewell.

. . . . . .

Meanwhile, Duanmu Mo had turned off the TV and was reading the newspaper in the living room light, while Xia Yan had her legs propped up on his lap, playing a game.

"You had a good time with Yuzhi, didn't you?" Xia Yan said to Duanmu Mo while lying on the sofa without looking up.

"Hmm." Duanmu Mo turned a page of the newspaper and looked at the contents.

"When will you go out with me sometime?" Xia Yan finally put down her handheld game console and asked him.

"In a few days," Duanmu Mo flicked her head, "I'll do it when I teach you how to ride a motorcycle."

"Hey." Xia Yan nimbly rolled over, resting her head on his thigh, and smiled at him:

"Should we bring our ID cards?"

“You do need an ID to use the motorcycle track.” Duanmu Mo glanced at her sideways, fully aware of her thoughts. “However, we’re just going out to teach you how to ride a motorcycle. We can just find a deserted track, so there’s no need for you to bring your ID.”

"Tch..." Xia Yan immediately showed a bored expression, rubbed against his leg, and changed to a more comfortable position.

"Well then, I'll keep my expectations in mind."

Although it didn't quite achieve the effect she wanted, motorcycles were indeed something Xia Yan loved. Her interest wasn't diminished by Duanmu Mo's words; instead, she half-closed her eyes and said with a smile.

Suddenly, Xia Yan seemed to see something, took the car keys from his pocket, and played with the sunset doll ornament on them.

Noticing Duanmu Mo's gaze, Xia Yan raised her eyes, handed the car keys back to him, and then stood up and kissed him on the lips.

The kiss was passionate, but there was little hesitation when they parted, as if this had become a habit for both of them, something they could experience anytime they wanted to relive.

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Chapter 550: Cycling Gear

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Time passed, and a few days later, Duanmu Mo drove Xia Yan to a nearly deserted highway.

Because he frequently travels to different cities and corners, Duanmu Mo knows exactly which places are convenient for practicing driving.

The reason it's described as deserted is mainly because it's extremely remote, and the road leading here was damaged in a battle between magical girls and monsters. Due to various reasons, it couldn't be repaired, so it was abandoned and gradually became a favorite spot for street racers.

"Oh, this place is not bad."

Xia Yan got out of the car, looked around, and then nodded in satisfaction at the straight road in front of her.

"I'm glad you like it. The road is fairly flat, the broken section is straight, and there are very few people in the morning, so we can practice here with peace of mind."

Duanmu Mo nodded, his gaze lingering on her again: "By the way, what's with this outfit of yours?"

At this moment, Xia Yan was wearing a cycling outfit that appeared out of nowhere. The overall color was matte black, but this color actually made the flame-shaped gold armor on a few parts of her body even more dazzling.

The form-fitting clothing wrapped around the girl's body like a second skin, while the carbon fiber armor perfectly conformed to her shoulder blades, elbows, and knees, ensuring safety for all parts of her body without sacrificing flexibility.

The waistline curve is further accentuated by the aerodynamic cycling jersey, and the mirrored lines at the waist make this curve even more eye-catching.

One-piece riding suits also have their advantages. Many riders who pursue sporty motorcycles choose this kind of streamlined clothing, which can better reduce wind resistance.

Of course, there is another undeniable characteristic of this type of clothing, which is that it can fully highlight the rider's figure. Duanmu Mo has reason to suspect that this is also the purpose for Xia Yan to choose this outfit.

After all, while certain parts of her upper body might not be Xia Yan's strong suit, she is certainly not without her strengths in terms of body proportions.

"I had Ling make it for me." Xia Yan hummed proudly, put her hands on her hips and puffed out her chest, allowing Duanmu Mo's gaze to fully observe her body and show off its beauty.

"...That's all."

Although Duanmu Mo himself goes out cycling all day wearing only a trench coat and rarely wears a helmet, he is still very aware of the necessary precautions.

He had thought Xia Yan would wear something flashy for the sake of aesthetics, but since Shenwu Bell was there to guarantee it, he had no objections.

I just hope Xia Yan won't use this dress for anything else...

"Well then, get on." Duanmu Mo got off the motorcycle and held the handlebars, saying, "I'll teach you some basic operating methods... Although you probably learned about them when you played motorcycle games, there's still a difference between games and reality."

"uh-huh!"

Xia Yan eagerly placed her hands on the motorcycle, but then she realized an embarrassing problem—she seemed a little too short, and her toes couldn't even touch the ground.

"..." Duanmu Mo also noticed the problem, and his lips twitched, revealing a fleeting sneer in front of Xia Yan without any attempt to hide it, but he quickly composed himself:

"...Ahem, no problem. There are motorcycles on the market that come in models to suit different people, and you can also adjust the frame rate yourself, so even if you have short legs, it's not a problem."

"My legs aren't short! I'm just... a little short!"

Xia Yan was furious. Her lack of nutrition in childhood had indeed made her short, but her figure was very well-proportioned. Otherwise, it would be unrealistic for her short stature to grow legs that would only be found in a two-meter-tall person.

“I understand, I understand, but for now, just make do with this.” Duanmu Mo said, patting his motorcycle.

"...Hmph." Xia Yan felt a little awkward, but she still listened attentively to Duanmu Mo's explanation—

"This is the gear shifter, this is the clutch, this is the ignition button, this is the reversible button..."

Listening to Duanmu Mo's explanations, Xia Yan was momentarily confused. After a pause, she asked, "Transformation button?"

She looked at the button Duanmu Mo was pointing to, and subconsciously pressed it, but nothing happened.

"—Because this is how I see if you're paying attention in class." Duanmu Mo's expression remained unchanged: "After all, whose motorcycle has a transformation button, right?"

"Are you kidding me?" Xia Yan suddenly realized something and looked at Duanmu Mo: "By the way, I remember you can also modify your own motorcycle, right? What if the operation is different from the ones on the market?"

"The operating method is still the same. I just made a small modification to a motorcycle as the main body," Duanmu Mo said calmly.

It was indeed a "minor" modification, just changing the nearly scrapped motorcycle into one that could transform into a robot and arm-wrestle with a magical girl.

"Alright..."