The game's heroine has come true? The aloof school beauty is in tears.

The first thing Lu Yuan did when he opened his eyes.

Instead of pulling open the second drawer of the wardrobe, she picked up the pen and notebook that she had prepared on the bedside table long ago.

I wrote down as many keywords as possible in my notebook.

"Gangsters, Prince, Huang Zhiyi, Sister, Ah Qiang, Murder, Butterfly Knife..."

Lu Yuan wrote down as many keywords as possible; these were notes he had prepared long ago.

Because he learned his lesson the hard way once.

He can't remember what happened during his first game.

Despite feeling intense dizziness, he wrote down as many keywords as possible.

Then he took a deep breath and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face.

Then he opened the second drawer under the wardrobe.

I saw a pocket watch that was broken into pieces and a butterfly knife.

He sensed something was wrong.

Did these things appear out of thin air?

He opened the remaining drawers.

Apart from the first and second drawers, it was completely empty.

"Is it really just a game? The rewards are only given out after the game ends?"

Lu Yuan scratched his head and walked out of the room.

I looked up at the time; it was 8:15 a.m.

He has to go to work.

But before going to school, he also prepared to do something else.

There was also a letter in the first drawer, but he couldn't remember why he hadn't opened it before.

Therefore, he has no reason not to open it now.

Because he forgot.

He opened the envelope with practiced ease.

I read the contents of the letter.

"Hello, Lu Yuan, when you open this letter, it means my confession has been successful."

???

Oh no, this is a love letter.

Without a second's hesitation, Lu Yuan continued reading.

What's wrong with looking at a love letter?

"Now that I've confessed my feelings, you're my boyfriend. We can have a family together legitimately. You can never leave me, and I will always love you."

It's a very simple love letter, and it's obvious that the contents of this letter are meant to be read after the confession.

She probably already said the rest when she confessed her feelings.

Lu Yuan glanced at the signature "Little Snail" in the lower right corner.

Who is this little snail?

Lu Yuan shook his head, got up, and went out.

The vivid memories gradually faded from his mind, eventually turning into just a few keywords written on paper.

It's just a game; don't get addicted.

Real life returned to his mind.

One by one, life's tasks came to mind.

He is a student, but it's his day off now.

He found a part-time job as a sparring partner at a fight club.

I have to go to work today.

...

Newborn Fighting Club.

It's a private club and not open to the public.

But today the club received an uninvited guest.

Shang Qingya lurked suspiciously at the club entrance, constantly texting on her phone: "Are you really sure Lu Yuan is coming to work here?"

"That's what a senior from the women's self-defense club said."

"But why doesn't this club accept students?"

After learning about this information, Shang Qingya kept searching online for courses offered by the club in preparation for enrolling in one.

But there were no classes at all!

Doesn't your club need to make money?

She had no choice but to come and block the door.

But when she got to the door, she found that the club wasn't even open, and there was no phone message or anything.

"What's the point of keeping this club open?"

"This is a private club."

The sound of a motorcycle braking followed by a cold female voice came from behind.

Shang Qingya was stunned at this moment.

I turned around to see the face of the person behind me, but I didn't see it for a moment.

In FPS games, there are headshot lines; when you're looking at someone, there's a baseline.

In Shang Qingya's expectations, her height of 168 cm was not short among the girls.

Therefore, she usually looks at girls at eye level.

But when she looked at the woman behind her, she could only see her neck.

You need to look up to see.

"You're so beautiful."

Shang Qingya offered her heartfelt praise.

But the tall woman ignored her completely and walked right past her.

Shang Qingya thought to herself, "This woman is so rude."

But she doesn't have time to worry about that right now.

"Are you the owner here?"

The only response she received was the sound of her oversized trench coat swaying.

But Shang Qingya still didn't stop.

"Does Lu Yuan work here?"

This time, the tall woman turned around, pulled down her sunglasses with her fingers, and asked with a puzzled look, "Who are you?"

"I am Lu Yuan's classmate."

Shang Qingya is a very sensible young girl; this is Lu Yuan's workplace.

We must not spread rumors.

"Oh." Perhaps she got the answer she wanted, or perhaps she didn't hear the answer that would make her furious, she turned around and said, "Try to contact him less in the future."

???

Several question marks instantly appeared on Shang Qingya's forehead.

Even if you're the boss, you can't interfere with your employees' private lives, right?

"Why do you contact him less?"

"You usually contact him a lot?" Huang Zhiyu raised her eyebrows and said, "Then come in with me and tell me about what's been going on with him lately."

Not right.

Shang Qingya sensed that something was wrong.

This is hardly the attitude a boss should have towards his employees.

This is clearly my enemy!

But Shang Qingya was patient; if he hadn't been patient, he wouldn't have been able to even get into the club.

"OK."

Shang Qingya smiled brightly and followed Huang Zhiyu into the club's gate.

Stepping inside, you are shut out from the outside world. The room is kept at a constant temperature and is dry, with a faint scent of cedarwood, leather, and a light sports essential oil aroma in the air.

The overall decoration follows a low-key luxury and ascetic style, with the main colors being charcoal black, dark brown and misty silver, and no ostentatious lighting fixtures.

The entire house uses recessed soft diffused lighting, which provides gentle and non-glaring light.

Clearly, a great deal of effort was put into the renovation of this club.

Huang Zhiyu took off his trench coat and handed it to the younger brother who came to greet him.

She sat on the sofa in the rest area and clapped her hands to signal Shang Qingya to sit down next to her.

Sunlight streamed through the small window and shone on the two of them. Despite the same background, the two seemed like two separate layers.

One was a young, high school girl with long, straight black hair, her snow-white legs partially visible, sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed.

One was a mature woman with a tight waistline, wearing an A-line skirt and a shawl, wearing black stockings, sitting with her legs crossed and squinting as she picked up her coffee.

Huang Zhiyu spoke first:

"Tell me, what did Lu Yuan do after he came back?"

"Come back? Come back from where?"

"Taiwan, of course. Where else could we come from?"

"So he went to Taiwan."

"Should I ask you, or should you ask me?"

Huang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow, leaned closer, and whispered, "What does Lu Yuan do now?"

"Go to college."

"Him? Going to school?"

Huang Zhiyu's memory seemed to be awakened, and she could hardly imagine what it would be like to go to school.

Wearing a school uniform with a backpack looks kind of funny.

"Who exactly are his connections in mainland China, and why does he insist on coming back?"

"And Grandpa too."

"I know that."

Huang Zhiyu shook his head, saying it definitely had nothing to do with his grandfather.

If it's just her grandfather, is it necessary to get rid of her?

Can't we go see Grandpa together?

"There must be others."

"That must be me."

Shang Qingya nodded firmly.

Who else could it be besides Grandpa?

He must have come back for her.

"Weren't you college classmates?"

We knew each other before we even went to university.

"What was your relationship back then?"

This question stumped Shang Qingya.

What's the relationship?

Lovers? Lu Yuan didn't agree.

Friends? Stop fooling yourself.

"Hmm, the relationship of living together."

Shang Qingya looked up shyly and smiled, her eyes filled with innocence and naivety.

Like an innocent little lamb.

But a dangerous glint began to emanate from the eyes of the woman sitting in front of her.

...

at the same time.

At a breakfast stall not far from the club,

Lu Yuan was still a little dazed from just waking up.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he had just stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth.

Suddenly, the tiger's body trembled.

It was my phone vibrating in my pocket.

"Damn, who called me this early in the morning?"

Lu Yuan answered the video call; it was Xiao Guan.

"Hey Lu, wanna go online today?"

"At work."

"Okay...wait a minute?"

Xiao Guan rubbed her eyes on the phone, stared intently at Lu Yuan on the screen for a while, then got out of bed and started flipping through a book, constantly comparing him to Lu Yuan on the screen:

"Brother Lu, I have great news! Your luck with women is about to explode today!"

"Thanks for your kind words, but what's the bad news?"

"Your forehead is extremely dark, it looks like you're about to die."

P.S.: Brothers, here's another rule for extra chapters.

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