The game comes true, starting with the wandering spirits and gods.

Not long after, the pineapple cake that Aurora had mentioned was served.

Topped with a caramel-colored pineapple ring, it sits atop a dense butter cake that has fully absorbed the syrup and pineapple juice.

"eat."

The girl's words were concise and to the point.

Do you really treat me like a pet?

Zhang Wenhao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and the fork in his hand naturally poked a small piece of cake.

With one bite, the sweet and sour taste of pineapple and the smoothness of cream blend together in your mouth, creating an indescribable sense of comfort.

good to eat.

Aurora sat to the side, not saying a word, but resting her chin on her hand, quietly watching Zhang Wenhao devour his food.

His deep blue eyes were unblinking, as if watching him eat was a very enjoyable thing.

Time flows quietly under such ambient lighting.

After Zhang Wenhao ate another piece, the marginal utility began to decrease.

You can't eat sweets all the time; they're too cloying, and the intensely sweet taste quickly becomes a burden.

Then, they fell into a strange and awkward situation.

He came here just to eat this cake.

After finishing their meal, the two, neither of whom were particularly good with words, just stood there, frozen in place.

Especially this human-machine girl who becomes blank and stutters when faced with long and difficult sentences.

Aurora, however, seemed unaffected by the awkwardness; she simply sat there, completely enjoying the quiet environment.

"I see you learn Chinese quite quickly, do you have any secrets?"

Zhang Wenhao looked around and noticed the bookshelf in the living room, which brought up the topic.

Aurora tilted her head, slowly organizing her thoughts.

Do you want me to teach you?

"..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenhao almost lost his composure.

Seeing Zhang Wenhao's bittersweet expression, Aurora thought she had been right.

She got up, took two books from the bookshelf next to her, and spread them out on the table.

One book is called "Foreigners Learning Chinese," and the other is called "Chinese Etiquette and Rules."

Curious, Zhang Wenhao opened the latter and found that the bookmark was on table manners.

Hospitality procedures, seating arrangements, the art of ordering food, dining etiquette, toasting and serving wine...

If you look closely, you can see her densely packed, fine English handwriting next to it.

It's clear they studied very diligently.

I wasn't this diligent when I was studying English for my college entrance exam.

"come on."

He said something dry and uninspired.

Seeing that it was getting late, I started thinking about going back to school.

Being with the robot girl feels less appealing than going back to the dorm to await trial.

"Hmm, aren't you eating?"

Aurora readily accepted his encouragement, then pointed to the remaining cake on the table and asked.

Why do I still feel a sense of loss?

Zhang Wenhao touched his ears and said regretfully, "It's delicious, but I'm a little full now. What a pity."

"Then, I'll pack it up for you."

Aurora nodded in understanding.

Then, she went to the kitchen, took out a cardboard box, and put the still-steaming cake inside.

The movements were fluid and seamless, as if they had been meticulously choreographed.

"It doesn't taste good when it's cold. You can come to me and have it reheated," the girl said sullenly.

"...good."

Zhang Wenhao did not refuse again.

As they reached the entrance, the girl suddenly spoke again: "That's fine too, come back tomorrow for the new recipe."

......

When I stepped out of the building, the sun had already completely set.

Zhang Wenhao strolled through the neighborhood.

Even the streetlights on the side were carefully designed, with warm yellow light that gave a cozy feeling of coming home.

He had to admit that such a strange girl had indeed stirred some waves in his heart.

Woman, you've successfully caught my attention.

Before I knew it, my phone was almost completely dark.

Since there's still a distance to go back, why not investigate that vertical pupil?

He pondered that although the game was now banned, it seemed to have been automatically installed when he picked it up.

Thinking of this, a thought struck him.

[Ding! You have activated "Twisted Eyes"]

As expected, it was indeed already equipped.

To recap the effect... it was probably about seeing through cause and effect, emptiness, or something like that...

I'd guess it's similar to the kind of "yin-yang eyes" depicted in TV dramas, where you can see ghosts?

Thinking about it, he began to look around, observing his surroundings, trying to trigger the vertical pupil effect.

However, the surroundings were very peaceful, with no disturbances.

What ghost? I didn't even see any wronged spirits.

Given that if he stayed in the neighborhood and wandered around, he might be mistaken for a delinquent who had broken in, he decided to go out first.

When we arrived at the gate, the gatekeeper greeted us warmly.

"Come visit often, bro, I'll remember you."

He said that.

The neon lights outside were flashing, creating a colorful and unique world.

He observed the pedestrians coming and going on the road, and the beeping of electric bike bells.

Even when passing by several corners where it's pitch black and you can't see inside, he'll still take a careful look.

Unfortunately, despite turning around like that, the vertical pupil still didn't react at all.

Zhang Wenhao couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Could it be that there are some triggering conditions for this vertical pupil?

Or do I need to turn it on manually?

He repeated "start" several times, but still got nothing.

The vertical pupil lay quietly in his eye socket, not looking out, like something lifeless.

It only served as a uniquely shaped colored contact lens.

A few minutes later, he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Although there was not much to gain, running it definitely consumed a lot of mental energy.

Just by simply maintaining this position, he felt his eyes getting sore and tired.

[Ding! Ancient god of cultivation, please do not overuse the monsters left behind by demons and monsters.]

While learning from the barbarians' superior techniques to subdue them is possible, excessive use of this method can easily lead to corruption by evil influences.

The sudden appearance of the narrator gave him a strangely familiar sense of security.

Is it just the pollution you're talking about?

Zhang Wenhao muttered a couple of things to himself.

It sounds like a very troublesome thing.

Forget it, let's just leave this thing aside for now.

He stopped trying and stopped going around in circles. He hailed a taxi and went back to school.

......

Standing at the dormitory entrance, Zhang Wenhao's powerful mental energy seemed to detect a different aura.

It feels like a storm is brewing.

He forced himself to push open the dormitory door.

All I saw was:

Li Rui wasn't playing games while sitting in his seat; instead, he was muttering something to himself.

Another roommate, Jiang He, went even further, writing furiously, his face filled with regret.

"Rat, you skipped class to participate in volunteer activities, why didn't you tell us?"

"That counselor came straight over this morning and completely shut us down!"

When Li Rui saw Zhang Wenhao return, he suddenly stood up and began to wail, appealing to his emotions and reasoning with him.

"I really forgot."

Zhang Wenhao explained.

The matter at Huangliang Temple was so important at that time that I completely forgot about these real-world matters.

"So you know how to offer compensation?"

Jiang He stood up and picked up the cardboard box from Zhang Wenhao's hand. "Do you think a few small pieces of cake can fill the void in our broken hearts?"