Tokyo: Simulation Begins with the Big Sister Next Door

You smiled slightly, "This is just a small way to make money. You have many more methods here."

[For a period of time afterward, Tamamo's income increased significantly, far exceeding what she earned working at the convenience store.]

[Tamamo-kun is becoming more and more grateful to you, trusts you more and more, and even calls you Anze-kun.]

A few days later, a video of Tamamo-san dressed as a frog selling little frogs was recorded, uploaded to the internet, and went viral.

Many people come from far and wide just to catch a glimpse of the adorable frog girl and perhaps buy a small frog toy along the way.

[Tamamo-san's life is getting better and better]

[Tamamo understands that she has everything because of your help, and she is very grateful to you, so she makes you a bento every day.]

[Tamamo-kun admires you very much and relies on you a lot. No matter what you say, she always blushes and replies, "I'll do whatever Anze-kun says."]

[Tamamo-kun's trust in you goes beyond mere trust]

Seeing this, An Zeliang was somewhat moved, thinking that this person really had a good personality.

He truly is a resourceful and clever person; he does possess some cleverness.

No, it can't really be called cleverness.

His strategy was developed through market big data analysis and on-site research. It cannot be simply summarized as "cleverness."

In conclusion, this personality is really good.

An Zeliang was very satisfied; he had finally chosen a good route.

just.

The following plot suddenly put him on edge.

You learn from Nakano Aoi that the school's sports meet is starting in a few days.

[You're in the classroom discussing with your classmate Nakano how to improve your running ability in a short time and win the 100-meter sprint championship.]

After discussing for a while, you suddenly frowned, feeling that relying solely on exercise to improve yourself was too inefficient.

Upon seeing the phrase "simulated personality," An Zeliang's heart tightened.

Chapter 69, Section 68: Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free.

It turns out.

The system's assessment that An Zeliang has excessively high mental attributes and strong intuition is correct.

The moment he had this intuition, the simulated personality's mischievous behavior had already begun.

You value efficiency above all else; you prioritize high efficiency. While the results of the sports meet won't affect your college admissions, and winning isn't a big deal—it's just a small school event—it's not a big deal for you.

However, precisely because it's a school competition, you have the simplest way to maximize efficiency and win a championship effortlessly without even wasting much energy.

So, you took action.

Three days before the sports meet, you went to a small market and bought a large bag of laxatives.

The next day at noon, you pretended to be sick and left the classroom a period early. Then, using your investigative skills, you sneaked into the cafeteria, bypassed the cafeteria staff, and secretly added laxatives to all the food.

[You don't know the names of the other contestants, and you don't have time to investigate them one by one, so you'd rather wrongly accuse the wrong person than let them go free. You make sure that all the teachers and students in the school have diarrhea, so that they will be too exhausted to compete with you during the competition.]

Seeing this, An Zeliang was speechless.

The reconnaissance skills are being used here? Well, as expected of a resourceful simulated personality.

But for some reason, Anze Liang really wanted to see what was happening in the cafeteria...

soon.

Here comes the scene.

Memory presentation.

After administering the laxative, An Zeliang did not rush to leave. Instead, he mingled into the crowd, got a meal, and sat down, pretending to eat while quietly observing the students' reactions.

In fact, laxatives don't work that quickly.

Some students finished their meal and left, but they didn't show any unusual behavior.

Some students went to the toilet during this time, but it didn't seem like the laxatives were working.

An Zeliang looked down at the food on his plate and couldn't help but wonder, could the boss be selling fake medicine?

If it were fake medicine, An Zeliang really wouldn't know... after all, he had never tried it.

An Zeliang pondered that he might need to activate Plan B.

That's when.

Sudden.

One of the students let out a loud fart, as if something had been ejected.

Followed by.

The cafeteria was quiet for a moment, then it was as if a minefield had been detonated, and all sorts of crackling sounds suddenly rang out.

The students covered their buttocks and rushed towards the restroom.

There are simply not enough toilets.

Some students even rushed to the public toilets outside the school.

An Zeliang understood that this meant the product was working.

He covered his nose and calmly left the cafeteria.

Inside the cafeteria, various cries of agony echoed throughout the campus.

Your plan succeeded.

More than 60% of the students and teachers experienced severe diarrhea, some even becoming weak and exhausted. As a result, the entire school was closed for half a day to allow for rest and recovery while the search for the culprit continued.

But you disguised yourself very well and weren't caught on camera, so naturally you couldn't be caught.

On this day, there were simply not enough toilets near the school, and some students and teachers, unable to hold it any longer, relieved themselves in a secluded corner.

After school ended early, you walked out of the school gate and on your way home, you encountered Ms. Hayano, who was clutching her stomach and walking strangely.

[You only learned after asking that Ms. Hayano had also eaten at the cafeteria and was now almost unable to walk. As you spoke, Ms. Hayano started feeling the urge again, but the public restroom was completely blocked, and she couldn't get in.]

[Ms. Hayano looks at you pleadingly, begging you to think of a solution.]

[After thinking for a moment, you led Ms. Hayano to a secluded corner and let her take care of herself there. You covered her face with your clothes and kept an eye out for passersby.]

[Ms. Hayano is completely incapable of doing this, but her stomach is hurting more and more, as if she's about to give birth.]

After much deliberation, Hayano-sensei finally chose to compromise.

[It's more embarrassing to poop in your pants than to lose face in front of you... especially since she's wearing a tight-fitting business suit and black stockings today, I can't even imagine what it would be like if she pooped inside.]

Ultimately, Ms. Hayano, suppressing her shame, did something embarrassing. But for some reason, she suddenly felt a strange thrill... and then her stomach started hurting even more, and she felt like she was about to collapse.

Afterwards, you took Ms. Hayano home to prevent her from losing control again.

An Zeliang's eye twitched slightly.

This simulated personality is simply outrageous.

"Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" is too ruthless... This kind of method would be quite explosive even in the world of novels.

To ensure everything went perfectly, you took action once again on the day the sports meet began.

You used your reconnaissance skills to infiltrate the cafeteria and put all the leftover laxatives from the previous day into the boys' food to make sure they wouldn't suddenly have an attack during the game.

After settling everything in, you begin to conserve your energy and prepare for the competition.

After lunch, the sports meet started on time.

[On the field]

You pulled out the performance-enhancing drugs you had prepared beforehand. You thought to yourself, "It's just a small school competition, so there's absolutely no need to worry about drug tests."

Thinking of this, you downed a small bottle of stimulant in one gulp.

An Zeliang slapped his forehead.

Damn it, you know it's just a school competition, is it really worth resorting to such underhanded tactics?

He actually started using performance-enhancing drugs on himself.

but.

Considering that this guy could give laxatives to the entire school, it doesn't seem so outrageous after all.

After a brief pause, the simulation continued.

[The match begins]

The competition today was quite intense; some students suddenly sprayed air while running, spraying halfway through the race. Even more startling was a long jumper who suddenly sprayed air mid-air after taking the first jump.

The principal, clutching his stomach in the stands, his face contorted, knew that the laxative-laced bastard from yesterday had struck again.

[After the competition, you unsurprisingly won first place.]

Looking at the second-place finisher's score, which was a far cry from your own, you couldn't help but shake your head and sigh, saying to yourself with a self-deprecating smile, "You overestimated these high school athletes."

If I had known this earlier, I could have saved two steps in the planning process.

Upon seeing this, An Zeliang couldn't help but retort, "Exactly! To go to such lengths to compete against a school sports meet, this route might as well be called the 'Cautious and Courageous Route'."

As for what!

We're all students...we're all classmates, is it really necessary to be so harsh?

That's when.

Simulated memory presentation.

"However, to ensure the success of my plan, it's never wrong to be cautious." The simulated personality held the first-place prize and smiled sincerely.

This personality seems to also have a penchant for talking to oneself internally.

In reality.