My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

After returning to the classroom from the office, Zhang Ying slumped in his seat, completely listless. The morning light from the window fell on him, like the spotlight on an opera stage, a light that evokes tragedy.

Wang Fangshe looked at the dejected Zhang Ying, shook his head, patted Zhang Ying's shoulder, and said, "I told you long ago, you're simply not cut out for studying. How about it? Did Teacher Zhou kick you out?"

"It was indeed a bombing, but it wasn't about studying..." Zhang Ying said dejectedly.

All possible leads have been exhausted. Trying to get information about the school dance team, whether from the school or from Teacher Zhou, is probably just wishful thinking.

Playing a romance game without understanding the story background is like walking on a tightrope between two canyons; one wrong step and you might fall into the abyss called "bad save file."

Zhang Ying looked at Wang Fangshe, and although he didn't have any expectations, he still asked, "Old Wang, do you know anything about our school's dance team?"

"School dance team? Our school has such a thing? Why are you asking about this? Are you looking for that type of girlfriend? If so, then forget it. I can give you an installation package for a dating sim based on this theme." Wang Fangshe said without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Ying slapped his forehead and laughed. Yes, even he didn't know anything about the school dance team, so how could Wang Fangshe, who was only focused on dating games, possibly know?

I'm truly at my wit's end to even ask Wang Fangshe this question. I have absolutely no clue what to do. Am I supposed to just randomly ask a random stranger, "Do you know anything about the school dance team?"

"Do you want to know about the school dance team?"

Just as Zhang Ying was feeling helpless, a soft, steady female voice rang in his ears, making him sit up and widen his eyes as he was about to shift his focus.

I haven't even asked yet, and you've already come to me?

Zhang Ying looked toward the source of the sound and saw a girl holding books and wearing glasses standing beside him.

The girl was petite, and her school uniform was clearly cut too short, with the trousers slightly shorter, revealing a section of her fair ankle. She paired it with brown socks with a bear pattern and sneakers, making her look exceptionally youthful.

Zhang Ying believed that this woman would inevitably develop arthritis in the future.

Getting back to the point, Zhang Ying immediately asked the girl, "Do you really know anything about the school dance team?"

The girl gave a matter-of-fact smile and said confidently, "Of course! My older sister used to be on the school dance team. I know everything about the No. 1 Middle School dance team!"

As if grasping at a glimmer of hope, Zhang Ying moved closer to the girl. He wasn't particularly tall, only about 1.78 or 1.79 meters, but he appeared exceptionally imposing in front of this girl.

"Please, you must tell me about the school dance team!"

The girl took two steps back, saying with a hint of reproach, "Don't get so close! I was just saying I know. If you want to ask me, it's simple! You have to do me a favor!"

"What help is it! I'll help if I can!" Zhang Ying said immediately.

"Hmph." A satisfied expression gradually appeared on the girl's face. She pushed up her glasses and said, "I'm going to a friend's birthday party after school on Saturday, but unfortunately, I have to do chores that day. If you can help me with my chores, I'll tell you about the school dance team!"

Zhang Ying froze on the spot, wondering if he had misheard, so he repeated, "You mean, if I help you with your Saturday cleaning duty, you'll tell me about the school dance team?"

The girl nodded: "Yeah, it's a great deal, isn't it?"

Zhang Ying swallowed hard. "The area you're assigned to clean isn't the vocal room, is it?"

"Huh? How did you know?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.

No way?

Zhang Ying's teeth kept rubbing together in his mouth, and his expression gradually became complicated.

In the dating simulation game, he happened to encounter a ghost story while on duty on Saturday and found himself in a hopeless situation. In reality, he doesn't have duty on Saturdays, meaning he wouldn't encounter any ghost stories.

He once suspected that the simulator might be simulating a parallel universe.

In retrospect, everything seems to have a traceable pattern.

If he refuses the girl's request, he will not encounter any ghost stories, nor will he obtain any information about them.

He certainly had other ways to obtain information about the ghost story through this girl. But if he escaped the inevitable demise of the ghost story through this method, what would become of his future?

Will a new, certain death situation arise, or will we escape this calamity?

But neither of them is actually cost-effective.

He had already figured out how to escape the seemingly inescapable situation he had simulated in the simulator. Although there was artistic embellishment, the simulator shouldn't have lied to him.

If you escape a certain death situation by using other methods of skipping class, the possibility of subsequent accidents is too high, and you may even fall into a certain death situation that has not been simulated by the simulator.

The best course of action now is to accept the exchange with the girl and put yourself into the doomed situation simulated in the simulator!

"Are you going to change it or not? Give me a straight answer. If you don't want to change it, I'm leaving." The girl was annoyed and prepared to leave after not getting a reply from Zhang Ying for a while.

Zhang Ying immediately said, "Switch! I'll definitely help you with your duties! Now can you tell me about the school dance team?"

He returned to his seat and looked directly at the girl in front of him.

The girl smiled, "You can't go back on your word, or you'll have to swallow 1000 needles!"

"Isn't it said that liars have to swallow 1000 needles?" Wang Fangshe interjected from the side.

"That's none of your business." The girl looked at Zhang Ying. "What information do you want to know about the school dance team?"

Zhang Ying rubbed his chin, looking at the girl in front of him.

The girl's name is Cheng Ziqi. She is the math representative in their class. She is lively, cheerful, honest, and kind. In the three years of high school, he has never seen Cheng Ziqi lie about this kind of thing.

He lowered his hand and asked Cheng Ziqi, "Can you tell me about how the dance troupe disbanded?"

"Well..." Cheng Ziqi sighed and said, "To tell how the school dance team disbanded, that goes back a long time."

"Could you keep it brief?"

"Okay, to summarize: A very talented student from the dance team committed suicide by jumping off a building at school after suffering a huge blow. Since then, there have been many strange stories about seeing that girl in the dance studio and throughout the school. In order to stop the spread of these stories and to protect the school's reputation, the school converted the dance studio into a vocal studio, and the school dance team was disbanded."

Listening to Cheng Ziqi's description, which was largely consistent with what he knew, Zhang Ying nodded. It seemed that Cheng Ziqi hadn't lied to him after all; she really did know something about the school dance team.

"Any more questions? If not, I'm leaving," Cheng Ziqi asked.

"Yes!" Zhang Ying said after thinking for a moment, "Do you know what kind of man the school dance team teacher is?"

"Men?" Cheng Ziqi looked puzzled. "The No. 1 Middle School dance team never recruits men. Whether they are students or teachers, they are all girls."

"What? A woman?!"