Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

Jiang Yan subconsciously called the person's name wrong, but fortunately he corrected it in time.

The seasoning of this soup was his favorite in high school. The man tried to mix it several times himself and finally figured out the ratio that Jiang Yan liked the most.

Apart from Jiang Yan himself, that person was the only one who knew how Jiang Yan liked spicy hot pot.

Jiang Yan looked at Zhou Qi intently.

The person was clearly right in front of him, but he couldn't say anything, nothing at all.

Jiang Yan sighed and lowered his head to eat.

However, this scene took on a different meaning in Zhou Qi's eyes.

The momentary pause when Jiang Yan called him could not hide his sudden change of words. The look in his eyes that seemed to be looking through him at another person, and the sigh he let out, all showed that Jiang Yan was thinking of someone else.

Especially through myself, thinking about someone who may no longer be here.

Zhou Qi's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth. Then, he suppressed all his emotions and leaned close to Jiang Yan affectionately: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Jiang Yan nodded: "It's delicious."

"Right, this is my favorite soup flavor." Zhou Qi curled his lips and moved closer: "Coach Jiang, I think I'm a little hungry."

Jiang Yan had just picked up a piece of fish tofu with his chopsticks when he tilted his head and said, "Why don't you bring some for yourself?"

Zhou Qi sighed and pretended to be aggrieved: "I didn't feel hungry just now, but seeing you eating so deliciously, it was so appetizing that I couldn't help myself."

Jiang Yan smiled helplessly and could only take the fish tofu in his hand and put his left hand under the chopsticks to catch the dripping soup: "I only have this pair of chopsticks, Captain Zhou, please bear with me and eat with me."

Zhou Qi took a bite of the fish tofu from his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He casually took a tissue from the table and wiped Jiang Yan's palms. He said vaguely while still chewing, "I'm not wronged."

So the two of them took turns eating up the big portion of spicy hot pot.

Fortunately, Zhou Qi bought a lot, otherwise it might not be enough to fill the stomachs of two adult men.

After washing up, Jiang Yan was worried that he didn’t get enough sleep and would not be energetic for tomorrow’s game, so he took a sleeping pill with a glass of warm water to help him sleep.

He has been taking less sleeping pills recently, not as frequently as before.

Before he fell asleep, Jiang Yan suddenly thought of something, so he closed his eyes and forced himself to wake up and knock on the dead system 030: "030?"

030 immediately woke up from standby mode: "What's wrong, Mr. Jiang?"

Jiang Yan turned over and lay on his side on the soft bed: "There's a question I've always been curious about. Why is there such a big gap between that person's personality in the plane and reality?"

030's cold, mechanical voice echoed, "This is to prevent the host from retaining any extra feelings for the mission target. After all, we are a scum-abusing system. If any residual feelings of love still exist, the host may show mercy to the mission target."

"If the host shows no mercy, the negative emotions of the target, who has no real memories, will be purer, and the entropy gained will be higher."

030 continued, "Regarding the target's drastic change in personality, it's mainly due to the system's mandatory mirror image and the infinite amplification of the target's inner shadow. This means the target's personality, words, and actions will be almost the opposite of their real-life counterparts."

Jiang Yan opened his eyes. The hotel room was pitch black. He forced himself to look out the window, suppressing his sleepiness. "Didn't you say before that he didn't have any memories? How come he still remembers so many things?"

"..."

030 did not answer immediately this time, but remained silent for a while. After a while, just when Jiang Yan was about to fall asleep due to the effects of the drug, he rarely spoke and said something hesitantly -

"...Perhaps it's because some things are so deeply engraved in his mind that they can't be dug out."

Unforgettable.

It can't be dug out.

Jiang Yan's eyes were sore and tears dripped onto the pillow from the corners of his eyes.

He finally couldn't stand the effects of the medicine and fell asleep.