My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

After the simulation, Zhang Ying's sanity was reduced to only 8 points. He felt slightly dizzy, but he still forced himself to start analyzing the plot.

The storylines presented by the simulator are artistically embellished versions, so you'll need to do more preparation to find a way to win over Li Ziqing.

2026年4月7日星期六下午4点30分。

Class 3, Grade 12, Dacang Key No. 1 Middle School.

The dark clouds hung low outside the window, making the sky as dark as dusk. Inside the classroom, the fluorescent lights cast a cold, white light as Teacher Zhou flipped through the papers on the podium, while some students below quietly began packing their pencil cases.

Zhang Ying gazed out the window, his fingertips unconsciously twirling a pen. A thin layer of unease hung over him, as oppressive and suffocating as the dark clouds pressing down on the horizon.

Although he had roughly figured out a strategy using the simulator, there was no guarantee that something unexpected might happen if he actually tried to seduce Li Ziqing. After all, he wasn't trying to seduce a young girl, but a monster.

Time ticked by, and as school was about to end, the students began to get restless.

Teacher Zhou slammed his hand on the podium and roared, "You're all about to take the college entrance exam! Look at the state of you all! If you don't focus on your studies, how can you expect to get good grades?"

The students immediately deflated, but their eyes kept glancing at the clock above the blackboard.

At 5:30 p.m., the school bell rang precisely on cue.

The classroom erupted instantly! The sounds of chair legs scraping against the floor, backpacks zipping up, and small groups chatting about dinner all mingled together.

Teacher Zhou reminded everyone again about the countdown to the college entrance examination, and then left first.

Zhang Ying slowly closed his textbook and carefully put his pens into his pencil case. He was waiting, waiting for everyone in the class to leave, waiting for most of the people in the school to leave.

After the students filed out of the classroom, one person remained in the front row by the window.

A girl unfolded a small vanity mirror and started fiddling with her bangs in front of her, moving them from left to right and back again, dawdling without any intention of leaving.

Zhang Ying glanced at her, put down his schoolbag, and activated his eerie vision.

He whispered to his shadow, "Little Black, do me a favor."

The shadow's edge twitched slightly, and Little Black emerged from within. It silently floated across the aisle between the tables and chairs, circled behind the girl, and gently brushed aside the end of her hair.

The girl shivered violently, froze for a second, then quickly closed the mirror, grabbed her schoolbag, and practically rushed out of the classroom.

The door slowly closed due to inertia, and the disordered footsteps in the corridor gradually faded into the distance.

The classroom was finally empty, and his plan could begin.

Zhang Ying took out his phone and opened the news flash.

The little black cat floated over leisurely. Just as it reached the phone, the screen suddenly flickered, and the signal bar dropped from full bars to blank.

Then the colors started jumping around randomly, and several red and green lines streaked across the screen, making the whole picture look distorted and messed up.

His brow furrowed instantly. "Why did this phone have to break now of all times?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Black floated away from him, brushed past his shoulder, and landed behind him.

The signal bar bounced back to full strength, the screen returned to normal, and the news bulletin logo was clearly fixed in the center of the screen.

"Little Black, you actually have this function? What else do you have that I don't know about?" Zhang Ying turned to look at the black phantom behind him.

Xiao Hei shook his head.

【do not know. 】

He stared at Xiao Hei for two seconds, then turned off the eerie eye, put his phone back in his pocket, got up, and pushed open the classroom door.

The corridor was deserted.

The emergency lights shone a small, pale white light at the far end.

He walked to the door of the vocal room, stopped, and listened intently. There was no light or sound coming from under the door. He reached out, grasped the doorknob, turned it gently, and pushed open the door to the vocal room.

Since it's already review week, there aren't many classes using the vocal room anymore.

When the door was pushed open, a narrow beam of white light shone into the corridor, landing right on the edge of the podium.

Zhang Ying stepped in sideways and gently closed the door behind him. The lock clicked, and the narrow strip of white light disappeared.

The vocal room was plunged back into darkness.

He didn't turn on the light. The light in the security booth downstairs was still on; turning it on at this time would be like lighting a signal light in the entire dark building. He stood behind the door for a few seconds, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.

The outlines of the tables and chairs slowly emerged from the darkness, neatly arranged in their familiar positions.

A layer of grayish moisture covered the windows, casting a hazy orange glow from the streetlights outside.

He walked around the vocal room. His footsteps were light, but the wooden floorboards still creaked slightly in places.

A light rain began to fall outside the window, starting as a few scattered drops, but then it became more frequent, a steady patter that made the entire windowpane tremble slightly.

nobody.

No exception.

Zhang Ying stood in the middle of the vocal music room, looking around the empty classroom.

There was a musty smell in the air, a mixture of stale pine resin and wood floor wax.

He suddenly felt uncertain. Was Li Ziqing unwilling to see him? Or was she not even here tonight?

He took a deep breath and activated his Eerie Eyes.

The world faded to black and white. The edges of the tables and chairs became sharp and unfamiliar, and the sound of raindrops hitting the window suddenly seemed distant, as if separated by a layer of water.

Throughout the vocal studio, thick black smoke slowly seeped out from every crack in the walls, under the floor, and in the ceiling, like ink spreading in water.

Black mist floated in mid-air, churning silently, almost filling the entire vocal room.

Zhang Ying's throat moved, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Lately, there have been more and more eyewitness reports about dancers. It's being spread among classmates, students from the next class, and even the owner of the convenience store near the school gate has started asking about it. Teacher Zhou has yelled at the students several times from the podium, forbidding them from spreading rumors, but the rumors seem to have grown legs and can't be stopped at all. Even the residents and vendors around the school have heard about it.

The wider the story spreads, the stronger it becomes.

He had this premonition, and now, standing amidst the dark aura filling the room, that premonition was turning into a chilling reality.

Zhang Ying swallowed hard and strode into the black fog, searching for the music box.

The surrounding black fog was growing thicker. It wasn't an illusion.

With each step he took forward, the black mist drew closer to him, and the air became heavier, requiring even more effort to take a breath.

A sinister atmosphere pressed down from all directions. Although nothing had happened, he had a feeling that something would pounce out of the black mist at any moment.

Just then!

A piano melody sounded from behind him!

Boom!

A pair of hands slammed down on more than a dozen piano keys at the same time, creating a loud bang.

Zhang Ying jolted and whirled around. The piano lid in the corner had been lifted off its own.

A gray, shadowy figure stood in front of the piano, its two arms, folded in opposite directions, pressed down on the keys and then suddenly pressed down again.

Boom!

Another meaningless loud bang. The phantom vanished, leaving only a few hazy fingerprints on the black and white piano keys.

Zhang Ying gritted his teeth, intending to go and take a look.

The music box began to play.

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!

He suddenly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

The music box appeared on the podium at some point. It sat there quietly, its spring turning on its own, the protrusions on the metal cylinders striking the comb, producing the descending melody note by note.

This time, however, the ballerina figure on the music box was gone. Only a thin metal axle remained, spinning in place, without moving anything.

"Where did the dolls go?"

Just as he was staring at the spinning metal shaft, a chill ran down his spine.

A cold hand suddenly slapped his right shoulder, fingers tightening and gripping his shoulder!

The hand pulled him back with a force that seemed beyond human capabilities. His shoulders were pulled back, causing him to lose his balance, and his heels scraped against the floor with a screeching sound!