Forced into a romantic relationship.

"Listen to me, I have a plan."

Damn it, if this is the only way to get fifty points, then I'm determined to get through it today!

Mo Yixia was taken aback, not understanding what this guy was up to now. She had just drawn the curtains and turned her head when she saw the last ray of sunlight shining on his face.

His eyes were exceptionally bright, as if they held the sun within them.

Chapter 7 "On the Verge of Death"

Mo Yixia thought for a moment and said seriously, "If your plan is to deliberately create a short circuit to cause a power outage, then I still don't recommend that you do it."

Han Zhou's face darkened: "Stop talking, the more you talk, the more I feel like you did that..."

Mo Yixia remained noncommittal: "Then what do you want to do?"

A few minutes later, she handed Han Zhou a cardboard box filled with completed test papers and exercise books. Han Zhou pretended to take them out and look through them, but in reality, he was watching the "grappling hook" hidden at the bottom of the box.

Did this guy infect me? It's like some kind of underground deal...

Han Zhou cursed inwardly, but there was nothing he could do. He certainly wouldn't dare to openly take these things under surveillance. However, to his surprise, Mo Yixia actually had these things. Did that mean she had even tried this method?

Mo Yixia appeared to be working on the test paper, but her attention was focused on Han Zhou. She said calmly, "Give up. Your method won't work. It's even less feasible than creating a short circuit."

Judging from this, she is indeed very experienced.

Han Zhou sighed, "Can you please stop undermining my morale?"

His plan was actually quite simple, not complicated at all: he would act like a cowboy, throw out a rope with a hook, first hook the lid of the safe to open it, and then hook the switch to pull it down.

Of course, the method is simple, but it is extremely difficult to implement in practice. Precision, accuracy, and force are all indispensable, and it is almost impossible for the average person to do it.

"I'm just stating the facts. Even if a real cowboy from the West came, this is still impossible."

Mo Yixia had obviously considered this before, otherwise she wouldn't have made this "grappling hook" in the cardboard box. The hook was made from the hook part of a plastic clothes hanger, and some knots were added to increase its weight. The rope was relatively thin, but the length was sufficient.

“I’m more professional than a cowboy, and precisely because it’s impossible, your mom won’t suspect us, right?”

With his back to the surveillance camera, Han Zhou discreetly tucked the grappling hook under his clothes, and asked, "By the way, is there any place the camera can't see? I need to go there..."

"bathroom."

Mo Yixia knew what he was thinking, of course, and said, "There's a small window in the bathroom. You can see the safe from the stool, but it's hard to get a grip from there. Even throwing the hook out is a challenge."

She clearly had no hope for it.

Han Zhou didn't say anything and immediately went to the bathroom.

To be honest, although he decided to help Mo Yixia out of a moment of passion, it wasn't out of bravado or to show off, but rather because he was quite confident.

He possesses the "Powerful Throwing" skill from the guzheng, which is an enhanced version of "Throwing Proficiency." He has tested it many times before, and now he can definitely be called a throwing master. If he were to travel to Japan, he might become a professional baseball pitcher.

It's no exaggeration to say that Han Zhou has no shortage of precision, accuracy, and strength required for this operation. The only thing he lacks is a little physical strength; his current physical strength is insufficient to support him in completing too much strenuous exercise.

Therefore, he needs to change the status.

Han Zhou's status bar currently only shows "On the verge of death". In order to stay alive, he used to change it to "On the verge of death" every day. This way, he would spend the fewest points and still be able to maintain his normal life.

However, since "奄奄一息" can be changed to "奄奄十息", it can certainly be changed to other states, such as "奄奄万息".

By simply adding two more strokes to the "On the verge of death" state, one can obtain this rather powerful state. However, each additional stroke means spending two more points. Thinking of this, Han Zhou suddenly felt a pang of regret.

Fortunately, he hasn't changed his status yet today. Now he only needs to spend four points to add two entries. Moreover, he is no longer a spendthrift. He has a new source of points. He even earned ten points yesterday, so spending two extra points occasionally is not a problem.

But that's two points after all...

Han Zhou edited the status with a pained expression.

[Current Status: On the verge of death (modified) → On the verge of death: Your breathing is long and powerful, your heartbeat is active and strong, your vitality is as vigorous as fire, your overall physical fitness has been greatly improved, and your physical functions far exceed those of ordinary people]

He tried several times and finally used this definition to describe "on the verge of death," and the status bar adopted it, acknowledging the definition, and the status modification was completed.

The moment his status was successfully modified, Han Zhou immediately felt a surge of vitality welling up from his body, filling him with power. His stamina, displayed in the status bar, reached an astonishing eight points. Putting everything else aside, he should have no problem taking on ten of his "on the verge of death" selves.

"It's a pity it costs two more points, otherwise it would be great if I could maintain this state every day..."

Han Zhou sighed inwardly and couldn't help but bend his arms in front of the bathroom mirror, intending to see if his biceps were developed enough.

However, at that moment, he suddenly noticed a strange gaze, his heart tightened, and he turned his head to look. He saw that Mo Yixia had appeared at the bathroom door at some point and was quietly watching him.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward the moment their eyes met.

"Why did you come out..."

Han Zhou silently lowered his arm, trying his best to make his expression look more natural.

"I'm thirsty, so I came out to get some water." Mo Yixia's eyes were calm. After hesitating for a moment, she added, "Don't worry, I didn't see anything."

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 1 out of 10 smiley faces to earn 1 point】

The sudden appearance of the characters revealed the other party's true thoughts. Han Zhou felt a little embarrassed and sighed, "You're actually laughing, aren't you?"

“That’s right.” Mo Yixia didn’t deny it. “I’ve already said it, I’ll laugh when I should laugh, what’s the problem?”

Han Zhou was frustrated. He thought to himself, "I already felt bad enough for spending two extra points, and now I have to be mocked by this guy. How can I stand it?"

No, the points spent on someone else must be made up for!

Thinking of this, he said provocatively, "Of course, no problem, but how about this: if I really turn off the power, you have to laugh a few more times, whether it's a real laugh or a fake laugh, you have to laugh a total of ten times!"

"Is this considered a bet...?"

Mo Yixia seemed intrigued; after all, this was more interesting than studying. "What if you didn't turn it off?"

"as you like."

“Okay.” Mo Yixia nodded, her mood suddenly brightening. “Then I look forward to your performance, Mr. Cowboy.”

After saying that, he took the cup and left.

【Daily Task 1 (Mo Yixia): Collect 2 out of 10 smiley faces to earn 1 point】

"I don't know what's making this guy so happy..."

Han Zhou muttered as he closed the bathroom door, only realizing what was happening when he saw the power switch through the small window in the distance—

Wait a minute, whether I turn off the power or not, isn't that guy the ultimate beneficiary?

Chapter 8 - Today Only

The air conditioner continued to blow out cold air. Mo Yixia sat at her desk, silently working on the answer questions on her exam paper. There were two glasses of freshly poured ice water on the table.

The pen tip lightly touched the paper, and the ink in the pen refill was consumed little by little. Several times she wanted to draw back the curtains and look out the window, but reason told her time and time again that the guy's method could not succeed. Reality is not a novel, and there is no need to have any expectations of it.

She understood a principle early on: the best way to avoid disappointment is to never have any expectations; that's the easiest way to live.

Moreover, if she were to open the curtains without a reason, it might displease her suspicious mother, and she might be deprived of the freedom to open the curtains at will in the future.

But for some reason, even though she knew it was impossible, Mo Yixia's mind was still in turmoil. She had been able to talk to that guy without it affecting her work before, but now she just couldn't concentrate.

It had been almost ten minutes since that guy went into the bathroom. She was considering whether to call him out, otherwise, in addition to being known as a "long-lasting glutton," he might also be labeled as constipated.

Lost in thought, Mo Yixia suddenly noticed that the brightness in front of her seemed to have decreased. Looking up, she realized that it was no longer so bright outside the curtains; on the contrary, it was rather gloomy.

She paused for a moment, then got up and pulled back the curtains.

Just as she expected, although she could still feel the scorching heat, the sun had disappeared, and the sky had become extremely gloomy, as if it were about to rain.

Unlike the gloomy sky, Mo Yixia's mood brightened considerably, because such a sky meant she had a reason to draw back the curtains.

She sat back down in her chair, propped her chin on her hand, and secretly glanced out the window out of the corner of her eye.

Just then, she saw a rope shoot out from somewhere, rushing towards the safe on the wall in the distance, about to bite the handle of the safe's lid.

Unfortunately, the aim was a little off; the hook on the rope failed to hook onto the handle and was pulled back.

Despite the failure, the scene was still impactful enough that it left Mo Yixia staring blankly.

In her mind, that guy should have had a hard time even throwing the rope, let alone from a place like a bathroom window where it's hard to exert force. Even if he threw it with all his might from other places, it would be difficult for an ordinary person to throw the rope that far.

"I'm more professional than a cowboy in the West."

Suddenly, the words that guy said before he left rang in her ears.

So, for the rest of the time, Mo Yixia completely lost interest in doing her homework.

She was only pretending to write; in reality, all her attention was focused on the rope outside the window that kept being thrown out and retracted.

Once, twice, three times...

She silently counted the number of times the rope was thrown, watching the other person fail time and time again, and she even found it fascinating. Although there is no disappointment without expectation, sometimes a little anticipation doesn't seem like a bad thing.

Ultimately, if a person can live, it's impossible for them to be completely without expectations.

Maybe it really will succeed...

Just as this thought crossed her mind, Mo Yixia suddenly felt a tremor in her heart. On the eighth throw, the hook on the rope finally caught firmly on the safe handle, and with a strong pull, the safe lid was successfully opened.

She was stunned.

But what stunned her even more was what followed. With the first success, Han Zhou seemed to have unlocked his full potential. The next time he hooked the power switch, the rope taut and pulled it down.

At the same time, the lights in the room suddenly went out, and the air conditioner that had been running all day suddenly stopped.

Succeeded?

Mo Yixia suddenly turned around, looked up at the camera that was no longer working, and suddenly felt a little relieved.

Not long after, Han Zhou suddenly rushed in, looking sweaty, his clothes soaked with sweat, and holding the "flying grappling hook" in his hand.

Mo Yixia watched him walk towards the window and asked curiously, "You've already succeeded, why are you still holding this thing?"

"Of course, I'll tie you up."

Han Zhou gave her a disgruntled look, and said while stretching his sore arms, "Why did you suddenly do something stupid? You have to close the safe lid again to make it a success, otherwise your mother will definitely suspect you. It's too difficult to exert force in the bathroom, it's easier to do it here."

Despite his "on the verge of death" physical condition, he was still exhausted. He had underestimated the difficulty of this operation and almost broke his hand just now, but fortunately, he finally succeeded.

Mo Yixia didn't speak, but quietly watched as Han Zhou pushed open the window and threw out the rope again and again. On the fifth attempt, he successfully hooked the hook onto the safe handle and pulled it shut.

"I'm exhausted."

After finishing all this, Han Zhou plopped down on the ground. Because of the power outage, the air conditioner was naturally unusable, so he was both tired and hot, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

Mo Yixia appeared beside him at some point, handing him a glass of ice water. It was hard to tell if it was a compliment or not: "You are indeed more professional than the cowboy."