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

Holy crap, handmade to order? This isn't something you'd find in a cafeteria.

Li Rui also changed out of his usual playful demeanor and leaned closer to take a look.

"A friend made it," Zhang Wenhao tried to bluff his way out.

"A friend?" Li Rui sensed something was off. "What kind of friend's hobby is baking? Could it be an undisclosed girlfriend?"

In contrast, Jiang He appeared much calmer, looking completely indifferent.

"If you're dating, just tell your buddies straight. It's not like you have to be sneaky like in high school."

"Really, no." Zhang Wenhao put down the takeout box and sat down in his chair. "Just a regular friend who treated me to a piece of cake."

Li Rui clearly didn't believe it; the flame of gossip burned in his heart and could not be extinguished now.

He slid over with a chair, adopting an interrogation stance.

"Just a female friend?"

"Yes...that's right."

How big?

"Looks about the same size as me, right?"

"Why do you seem to not know the age of a normal friend?" Li Rui deliberately emphasized his words.

"She's my mom's friend's daughter. She grew up abroad and doesn't speak the language well, so how could she know such details?"

Li Rui nodded, looking thoughtful.

However, she then found it hard to accept and said angrily, "Dude, you're eating so well, it makes me uncomfortable!"

"Why don't my parents have friends like that?"

Jiang He nodded in agreement: "I'll also ask my parents to work harder."

"....."

Zhang Wenhao was speechless, unsure how to comfort him.

"It's mainly because we used to play together in China when we were kids, so we have a childhood connection and she treated me to cake."

"Who asked you?" Li Rui asked, his tone rising.

Jiang He's eyes widened: "Isn't that like a gift from heaven?!"

"If she lives abroad, then her family must be very wealthy?"

"More or less, I live in Qingwan!"

Li Rui was taken aback. As an outsider, he had never heard of local residential communities.

"Let me check how high the property prices are in this neighborhood."

He frowned and took out his phone.

But the river remained still.

"What? Ching Wan?"

Jiang He, who had been scrolling through his phone as if he were detached from the situation, suddenly stopped swiping the video.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Wenhao with an extremely slow, stiff motion.

This almost triggered a shock in Zhang Wenhao.

Like the drug-using person in "The Master of Fate".

"Where do you mean?"

"Qingwan." Zhang Wenhao felt a little uneasy under his gaze.

The rivers have stood up.

He didn't just stand up normally; he sprang to his feet and almost fell off his seat.

"You call that 'just friends'? Qingwan! That's one of the most expensive neighborhoods in our city! It's all detached houses or large single-level apartments; one square meter there is equivalent to the down payment for a house back home!"

"Besides, that place isn't just for people with money; you have to verify your credentials, and the security guards are all veterans! Tell me, how did you get in?"

Veterans?

Zhang Wenhao recalled the old man who had offered him a cigarette and found it inexplicably absurd and funny.

My friend led me in.

After Li Rui finished checking his phone, his expression became as blank as Jiang He's.

"There are so many zeros after these house prices—ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions..."

Jiang He looked at the person in front of him with a pained expression, as if he had been truly betrayed.

"Rat, I hope you're doing well, but how can you be doing so well!"

"You even made me a cake? How romantic!"

Li Rui came to his senses and stood there stunned.

A mixture of joy and sorrow appeared on his face; his lips moved, but no sound came out. His attitude finally became respectful, and he clearly called out:

"master......"

It turns out that a sad, thick barrier had already separated them.

Zhang Wenhao was utterly speechless at this ridiculous behavior. He waved his hand, indicating, "Stop this nonsense!"

"They just see me as a childhood friend they've reunited with; it's nothing!"

Li Rui shook his head, only repeating, "If we become rich and powerful, let's not forget each other."

After saying that, he reached for a piece of cake, saying he wanted to taste "the flavor of money".

"Forget it, it's a token of their appreciation for Zhang Wenhao, how can we eat it?"

Jiang He shook his head, but quickly changed the subject.

"But Rat, we've really been punished, so you should at least do something to show your appreciation."

As he spoke, he picked up an apple from the pile of fruits on the corner of Zhang Wenhao's table.

These are the food offerings that were brought out from the game before.

He wiped off the outer layer of the fruit peel and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Don't eat my brother!"

The more Li Rui looked at it, the more familiar it seemed. Suddenly, his pupils contracted as some less pleasant memories surfaced.

In a moment of panic, he quickly raised his hand to stop him.

It felt like someone was on the execution ground, rushing in at breakneck speed with the cry of "Spare his life!"

But it was too late...

Jianghe had already taken a bite, and the juice burst in his mouth.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh~"

His face contorted violently the next second, and he let out a painful scream.

My throat kept dry heaving as I tried to spit out the lingering taste in my mouth.

"Is this fucking poison?!"

Jiang He's face was contorted in pain as he bent over, gripping the edge of the table, and gagged violently. Tears streamed down his face, and his lips were still stained with some unknown liquid.

"What the hell is this?!" His voice cracked, bitter and astringent, like he'd chewed rotten tree bark. "Rat, did you poison me?!"

......

It was late at night, and the dormitory lights were turned off.

In the end, I shared the cake with my roommate.

They gave it unanimous praise.

Li Rui took a bite, his eyes instantly lit up, and he mumbled, "Holy crap, this butter flavor... it's really high-quality."

Jiang He was so engrossed in eating that he couldn't speak, he just nodded frantically, with caramel crumbs still stuck to the corners of his mouth.

After getting into bed, Li Rui and Jiang He were still whispering about "Qingwan" and "veteran security guards".

Zhang Wenhao pulled the blanket up to his chin and closed his eyes.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a message from Aurora.

Aurora: Is the cake cold?

Zhang Wenhao stared at the screen for two seconds.

He remembered the way she had watched him eat cake that afternoon, her chin resting on her hand.

I remember her saying sullenly, "It doesn't taste good when it's cold, but you can come to me and have it reheated." I remember her chasing me to the entrance and asking, "Come back tomorrow for the new recipe."

My fingers paused on the screen for a moment before I slowly started typing.

Delete it, then type it again.

The final result sent out was:

"No, I ate it all as soon as I got back, and I even shared it with my roommate. My roommate also said the cake was delicious."

He wrote each paragraph with great patience, even repeating the subject several times.

In this way, the robot girl should be able to understand it easily, right?

After thinking about it, I added another point:

"Good night."

Zhang Wenhao placed his phone face down on the pillow and turned over.

The streetlights outside the window cast a thin beam of light onto the ceiling through the gaps in the curtains.