Welcome to the Misogyny Game

The rain lasted a long time, so long that the roads were flooded, and so long that the water covered the threshold and entered the house.

Because he lived on the second floor, Liu Chaoque didn't discover what was happening on the first floor until he went downstairs.

There's no typhoon or anything, so how did this turn into a downpour? Could it be that the Rain God came here to sing?

However, Liu Chaoque felt that she should know the reason. Wasn't that Chen Qingsong sitting in the black car? Although she only saw him from a distance through the glass, she swore with her 5.5 vision that it was him.

Is this male lead also fond of hanging out with other men lately?

Liu Chaoque opened the WeChat interface and looked at Chen Qingsong's chat box, which still displayed the default chat content.

"Now that you're friends, let's start chatting."

She took a deep breath and typed a line:

Have you been to Hangzhou recently?

The other party responded instantly.

"Yes, on a business trip."

"It's raining heavily in Hangzhou right now."

"Okay, be careful when you go out."

What an awkward chat log.

On rainy days, especially during heavy downpours, the family outings that were supposed to be planned were canceled, as none of the three wanted to go outside soaking wet.

Even if the cat is held by Liu Chaoque, even if they can take a taxi.

“It’s not safe for drivers to drive in the rain, so let’s not trouble them,” Mo Yun said.

Thus, she had a rare moment of relaxation, without having to worry about what to eat for lunch, since Mo Yun would take care of everything—whatever he cooked, she would eat.

I could stay up until whatever time last night, since I can catch up on sleep anytime the next day.

She yawned as she lay on the soft sofa, with washed and cut fruit on the table—something she had done herself.

I opened my phone, went into a short drama app, and started watching online dramas while eating fruit. I would frown from time to time, and smile from time to time. My lips were often upturned, but I would relax them only when I was nervous.

Mu Li stayed in her bedroom typing away, her eyes occasionally glancing at Liu Chaoque, who was huddled on the sofa. She smiled, then scratched her head in a miserable expression.

Is there no one else in the company? Why does he have to do such a small thing?

A message soliciting an article came from another computer.

Mu Li managed to steal a moment from her busy schedule to reply.

It must have been hard work. Mo Yun, who had brought over an orange, jumped onto the sofa and snuggled up next to Liu Chaoque, sharing the leisurely time together.

The resentment in Mu Li's room felt like it was about to materialize.

How can I break free from the feeling that it's like a king working to pay his subjects?

She carried the cat into her bedroom and slammed the door shut.

So what if she's the boss? Before the boss even pays her a salary, she can relax and enjoy herself without any worries. But having a boss brings constraints.

She's just a security guard, and she's perfectly safe now. If he wants to be dismissed, then so be it. Actually, she always felt that getting 100,000 yuan was too dreamy. She's been saving it because she's afraid of becoming a slave to money.

The bodyguard wanted to quit every day.

When Liu Chaoque couldn't see her, Mu Li quietly closed the door.

"Boss..." The person on the other end of the conversation trembled as they looked at Mu Li, whose face had clearly turned sour.

"If you can't even handle this simple thing, am I paying your technical department a freeloader?"

If we don't get a result this week, we'll deduct from our performance bonus and our salary!

Minister of Technology: Who has provoked this explosive again?

"Boss, a week... isn't that a bit short?"

"Do you think this is some kind of market haggling? I've given your technical department equipment and funding when I asked for it, and this is what you give me?"

He slammed the paper onto the ground.

"If you can't finish it in a week, you're fired!"

Minister: "Yes..."

It was unnecessary for him to say that.

Other department heads: You don't understand him... You can't argue at this time, you can't argue, why don't you listen to advice?

By the time Mu Li finished what he was doing, he was starving. The sound of rain, the sizzling of cooking, and the two people talking helped clear his head.

He pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by a domineering aura.

What did you do today?

The bright red ones are chili peppers, the green ones are green bell peppers, and there's plenty of white flesh.

The colors are really distinct.

But... he covered his nose, afraid he would sneeze.

"What day is it today? Why are you making spicy dishes?"

"It's nothing, it's just that Manman wanted to eat green peppers, and I was thinking that there were some sweet peppers left at home, but none of you wanted to eat them and they were almost rotten, so I just cooked them all together."

Mo Yun picked up a piece of pork belly with her chopsticks and handed it to Liu Chaoque: "Want to try some?"

"Are you sure this isn't spicy?" Liu Chaoque covered his nose.

"It's not spicy, trust me."

Liu Chaoque rushed out of the kitchen and began drinking water from the coffee table.

"Did I accidentally cut a chili pepper inside? Why don't you try it?"

Mu Li took several steps back and shook her head in refusal.

After Mu Li ate the stir-fried pork with chili peppers, there were no major problems except that she had a lot of body hair the next day and Mo Yun, who was in the toilet, didn't come out for a long time.

Later, he made some cicada pupae and a savory cake, topped with caviar from Muli.

Then Liu Chaoque and Mu Li put on raincoats, opened large umbrellas, and walked towards the restaurant in the rain.

Mo Yun, holding a preserved egg with chopsticks, said, "Hey, be careful!"

Staying home all weekend can really lead to trouble when you're bored!

Nan Chu: "Hahaha, wait a minute, your Mo Yun is so amazing, how could he make such strange dishes?"

smile: "Maybe they want to innovate."

Nan Chu: "Haha, speaking of this, I remembered that my mom once made me a beer duck on a whim. In the end, she lost patience and the finished product was beer and duck. To be honest, it didn't taste good."

Tianqing: "Speaking of cooking, I used to follow a video to make a chocolate cake that doesn't require an oven. But I bought cornstarch and started cooking it without mixing it properly. Actually, it tasted okay, but some of the cornstarch wasn't cooked through. I also bought white chocolate, which was too rich."

Wen Xia: "Brother Tianqing is so skillful. Failure is the mother of success, right? You failed this time, but you might succeed next time by summarizing your experience."

Tian Qing: "Thank you, Xia Xia."

Wen Xia: "Shy JPG"

Even through the screen, the sour smell is almost wafting out.

As they chatted, they started talking about the weather.

Nan Chu: "It's been raining for the past two days. The clothes I washed the day before yesterday still won't dry today."

Tianqing: "There was no weather forecast. It started raining last night. I was planning to go shopping with Xiaxia, but I canceled it."

Wen Xia: "The clothes I hung out to dry have been washed for nothing."

Nan Chu: "Want to play a match? Man, wanna come?"

smile: "Come on!"

Tianqing: "Count me in."

Wen Xia: "Me too."

Nan Chu: "Only three people."

Wen Xia: "Brother Tianqing, let's play."

Tianqing: "Okay."

That means there are only two people left.

Nan Chu was playing duo queue when someone immediately squeezed into the room. Looking at the avatar and the ID, wow, a pro!

Nan Chu: "Man, did you pull this person?"

Liu Chaoque looked at Mu Li, who was holding her phone and staring at her expectantly.

“Yes,” she replied with difficulty, “a friend who is very skilled.”

Looking at this rare, one-of-a-kind clothing accessory, Nan Chu thought, "Perhaps he was a very wealthy friend."

Xu Wangchuan, who wanted to play in a three-player game with Siman and the others: Who exactly is behind this top-tier account?

Being led by a powerful figure, his combat strength is verifiable, and he can even take on three opponents at once when he's on a rampage. However, he feels completely uninvolved. In Nan Chu, he feels like he's just a burden, only able to keep himself alive.

I feel a little frustrated.

Liu Chaoque replied, "I actually have the same feeling. Should I talk to him and we can book another room and practice?"

Nan Chu looked at how they had already risen several ranks in just one hour, and suddenly fell silent: "How about we play some more?"

Although I felt like a complete noob, it was really great to be carried by a pro.

"It's all right."

Liu Chaoque didn't care. She had already experienced working herself to the bone to level up, only to be dropped to Silver in the new season. Now she would just lie down if she could. After all, these were just statistics. Even she was just statistics now.

So, Nan Chu was really impressed, but looking at his current rank, he was a little hesitant to fight alone.

Liu Chaoque opened the chat interface of that alternate account again. For some reason, even though the other party's replies were all asterisks, she still didn't understand what they meant.

But she would always check it out like clockwork, as if it were an unspoken agreement with others, or as if she were having an encrypted conversation with someone, even though she didn't know the password.

"Were you my former friend?"

She typed this paragraph.

After a long day at work, Wang Qige felt her brain wasn't working properly and she was feeling dizzy and just wanted to go back to bed. She subconsciously turned on her phone, and with a thud, the phone fell to her face.

Her muddled mind suddenly cleared, and she sprang to her feet on the bed.

"*, ******?" ("Yes, yes, you recognized me?")

It really was someone she knew. But wait, for the person on the other end, shouldn't her chat interface show asterisks instead of asterisks?

She tentatively asked another question.

Can you see what I posted?

"***." (It's visible.)

Whether you can see it or not, it's still three words! Liu Chaoque scratched his head in frustration.

Forget it, if all the conversation between two people is in asterisks, then there's no point in having a proper chat, so...

Liu Chaoque typed another message: "Do you know I can't see what you're typing?"

Upon seeing Liu Chaoque's words, the other side remained silent for a long time before finally typing out.

"***(I see.)"

No wonder she couldn't understand what was going on even after revealing her identity; no wonder Liu Chaoque brought up censorship and sensitive words.

It turned out that everything she typed had been flagged as sensitive words by the system. She smiled to herself, realizing that the system was really being lenient by not banning her from speaking.

“I have a good idea,” she said. “You should be able to see what I’m typing. So, I’ll type a few words, and you can just answer with either yes or no.”

"*(good.)"

Wang Qige mustered her spirits and replied.

Are you my friend in real life?

"**(yes.)"

"Isn't that right?" Liu Chaoque was disappointed. Could it be that she was someone the original owner knew? But why was she blocked? Could it be that this game requires spending money to play? No, she didn't spend any money.

"************" ("I typed that.")

So many asterisks! Liu Chaoque's headache started again.

"Then let me ask you again? Are you a woman?"

"*(yes)"

This is it again.

"You're a woman?"

"*(yes)"

The absence of other asterisks indicates that the message is correct.

She made a mental note of it and then asked a series of questions.

I wrote down the answers with two asterisks and the ones without asterisks on a piece of paper, and then I realized that for those whose true identities could be confirmed, the asterisks would be garbled. Sometimes, for true or false questions with a maximum of two asterisks, I would give myself an extra asterisk.

But this also confirmed that the person opposite her was someone she knew, even someone she was very familiar with. She knew her name and had gone to university with her. She could boldly guess that this person was Wang Qige.

Even if the system later discovered the bug and quickly fixed it, making her answers to questions completely random.

Liu Chaoque couldn't help but laugh: It's too late.

She typed a line: "I miss you a little."

Wang Qige covered her mouth, laughing and crying at the same time. Her tears soaked her hands and made the phone screen blurry.

"It's been so long, so long."

"**** (Long time no see, I miss you too.)"