My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

The two sat side by side on the bench for a while. The gloom on Li Ziqing's face gradually faded, like clouds being blown away by the wind, and she slowly regained her lively spirit.

She straightened up from his shoulder, pulled down the brim of her straw hat, and her eyes lit up again, as if the person who had been trembling on the roller coaster had never existed.

Zhang Ying glanced at the time. It was 10:13 AM. He had originally planned to take Li Ziqing to experience the giant swing and the drop tower, but now he decided against it.

He crossed those two projects off his mind; he didn't want to add any more shadows to Li Ziqing's life.

They changed their plans at the last minute. He led Li Ziqing across the main road and stopped in front of the most famous haunted house in the amusement park.

Bringing a ghost to a haunted house might sound absurd. But Zhang Ying felt it might have unexpected benefits.

Li Ziqing stood at the entrance of the haunted house, looking up at the blood-stained sign, her eyes wide open, her expression like that of a cat seeing a cat tree for the first time. She had never been inside a haunted house before.

Guided by the staff, the two stepped into the first scene. The door closed behind them, the lights went out instantly, and a few dark red emergency lights lit up at the end of the corridor, turning the entire corridor into a murky blood-red color.

The sign on the door reads in a crooked hand: Midnight Campus.

The corridor was narrow, with rusty lockers on both sides. One locker door was half-open, and a strip of cloth of indeterminate color hung down from it. The surroundings were completely silent, so quiet that the faint sounds emanating from the amusement park outside the haunted house could be heard.

Zhang Ying turned on his flashlight, the beam sweeping across the wall and illuminating a shattered mirror, reflecting his own face, which showed zero tension.

Li Ziqing floated beside him, appearing exceptionally excited. She moved with ease in the dim light, frequently pointing to a corner: "There's someone over there." "There's a clue there." "There's something in that desk drawer."

She turned around, then suddenly leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Go to the right, there seems to be something there."

Zhang Ying walked to the right without the slightest hesitation.

A staff member with rotting makeup suddenly jumped out from around the corner!

"roar--"

The two looked at each other, Zhang Ying glanced at him, politely said "Ah, ah" twice, and then jogged away.

After experiencing real horror, haunted houses are like reading a children's picture book.

Li Ziqing laughed so hard he almost fell over, clearly very satisfied with his masterpiece.

The two quickly uncovered the truth of what happened on campus that year: it was nothing more than bullying, a fire, and dozens of students becoming wandering, wronged souls.

Zhang Ying was initially worried that the word "bullying" might touch a nerve with Li Ziqing. But as they walked out of the exit and the sunlight shone on their faces again, Li Ziqing grabbed his arm and chattered on about which corner of the haunted house was hiding people, which clue she discovered first, and which corridor had the scariest lighting.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, like a girl who had just watched a horror movie and was reviewing the plot with her friends after leaving the theater—she was a little too engrossed.

The strategy training bar has risen to 26%.

We had a light lunch in the park.

In the afternoon, Zhang Ying took her to shoot targets, play ring toss, and win prizes. These small stalls weren't as exciting as the larger attractions, but they had one advantage: the small sense of accomplishment from interacting with each other could strengthen the relationship between the couple.

When they were shooting at targets, he was aiming and she was calling out the target; when they were playing ring toss, she would designate the target and he would throw it; in front of the claw machine, she leaned against the glass and picked the white kitten at the very back, and Zhang Ying had to insert coins five times before he could get the cat out of the machine.

He tucked the cat into her arms. She looked down at her transparent arm passing through the plush toy's stuffing, said nothing, and simply buried her face in the cat's head.

When Zhang Ying left the stall, he carried a large plastic bag full of dolls in his left hand and a small transparent box with a small turtle inside in his right hand.

Li Ziqing hummed a song as she followed beside him, occasionally floating up and circling him halfway before settling down again.

The music of the carousel drifted over from afar. As soon as Li Ziqing heard the melody, she turned around, and Zhang Ying took her hand without hesitation and led her there.

She didn't say anything, but he knew.

It wasn't a holiday, so the carousel wasn't crowded. The two mounted the same white horse, one after the other. Zhang Ying sat in front, feeling a cool touch on his back. Li Ziqing leaned closer, her arms passing around his waist and gently encircling him.

The carousel began to turn, colorful lights flickering overhead, and the reflection of the golden canopy slowly gliding across the ground. Round and round it went.

A romantic atmosphere spread like ripples on the water. Zhang Ying felt the coolness on his back and the slight tightening on his arms. His heartbeat matched the rhythm of the carousel.

The strategy training bar has reached 36%.

It was nearly five in the afternoon. The sky began to turn yellow, and the western clouds were burned fiery red by the setting sun, bathing the entire amusement park in a warm, tinged glow.

The crowd thinned out, the carousel music stopped, the shooting range began to pack up, and in the distance, a sanitation worker pushed a trash can across the main road with a creaking sound. The atmosphere gradually quieted down.

Zhang Ying felt it was time. He looked up at the towering Ferris wheel. It stood quietly in the center of the park, its steel frame edged with gold in the setting sun, like a silent behemoth.

Ferris wheel. The ultimate weapon for couples to rekindle their romance. The romantic atmosphere it provides is unmatched by any other attraction in the amusement park.

The enclosed space, the slowly rising height, the lights of thousands of homes gradually lighting up outside the window, and that moment at the highest point that belonged only to the two of them.

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he took Li Ziqing's hand and walked towards the enormous rotating wheel.

The two entered the Ferris wheel cabin. The door closed, a slight vibration came from beneath their feet, and the entire cabin swayed slightly. The Ferris wheel began to slowly rise, the noise from the ground gradually fading away, leaving only the low hum of the winch turning.

The city unfolds outside the window as dusk falls. Distant skyscrapers are bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, while the first row of streetlights illuminates the nearby streets, like someone rushing to light a string of pearls before nightfall. The entire city of Okura lies in the twilight, quiet and gentle.

Li Ziqing gripped the cockpit window, her face almost pressed against the glass. Her breath created a small mist on the glass surface, and she drew a tiny circle on that mist with her fingertip.

"I've never seen Okura City like this before." She turned her head, the last rays of the setting sun shining on her profile through the window. "It's so beautiful."

"Yes." Zhang Ying stood beside her, and together they looked out the window at the city bathed in the twilight. "Okura City has always been beautiful."

Li Ziqing lowered his head, his fingertips slowly sliding down the glass, leaving a long trail in the mist.

"It's a pity. I never had the chance to see it."

Her tone was soft, her voice filled with regret. While she was alive, the world outside her window was always there, but she never once looked up to see it.

"Don't worry." Zhang Ying leaned against her, standing side by side with her in front of the glass.

"I'll take you to see scenery you've never seen before."

Li Ziqing looked up at the two shadows reflected in the glass, one real, one unreal.

A prompt appears on the panel.

[Target 1: The Dancer's Ghost Story] [Affection Level: 80%] [Romance Development Bar: 50%]