Welcome to the Misogyny Game

In reality, Wang Qige felt that relying on games to understand Liu Chaoque's current situation was too passive. Moreover, the unknown game update caused Liu Chaoque to lose contact. Once was fine, but if it happened two or three times, it would really mess with her mentality.

She couldn't gamble on tomorrow, nor could she gamble on Liu Chaoque's safety.

So she decided to take some extreme measures.

"Sis...why are you asking me about hacking?" An uninvited guest arrived at the IT department. The plaid shirt-clad man, who was slurping noodles and running programs while washing his hair, listened to Wang Qige's words with a look of fear.

"This is illegal, sis," he said in horror.

"I just want to insert a plugin into a software, is that not allowed?" Wang Qige was just testing the waters. Although she knew that some of her requests were potentially criminal, she couldn't find a way to resolve it.

"What software?" the man asked curiously. "You don't mean you want me to cheat you in the game, do you?"

Seeing Wang Qige's embarrassment, as if her secret had been exposed, the man continued, "Sis, cheating might be fun for a moment, but reporting it will lead to disaster. If you get caught, your account will be permanently banned."

"Really?" Wang Qige sneered, "What if I asked you to add a cheat to some rogue software? Would that get me permanently banned?"

This is a paradox, because this malware cannot be uninstalled, while the cheat software, once discovered, will result in a permanent ban. So, can this malware still be opened?

"Hmm, that's a good question." The man asked curiously, "Sis, what's the name of that rogue software you have? Let me take a look."

Wang Qige opened her phone and pointed to the "Starry Sky Promise" icon, saying, "Look, it's malware."

"Ha, sis, isn't this a popular otome game? How did it become malware?"

“She can’t get rid of it,” Wang Qige said expressionlessly.

"Then..."

"I went to the head office, and they also said that my software has an anomaly," Wang Qige continued.

"Okay, sis, what are your instructions?" The man immediately became obedient.

"Can we add a plugin for this software?" Wang Qige asked.

"Sis, are you sure the game company won't sue me if I install a plugin for him?" the man asked worriedly.

"Let me make a call first." Wang Qige got up and went out, then came back ten minutes later and nodded seriously: "They've agreed to let us add the plugin."

The man was still incredulous as Wang Qige began playing the recording.

Upon hearing, "We are powerless to fix the bugs in this game, but we will support you if you have a better solution,"...

Sister, did you just hold a knife to someone's neck?

It was hard to believe, but the other party actually agreed.

"Well, let me try that first. If it doesn't work, I'll try something else," the man said uncertainly.

"Okay." Wang Qige looked at the phone reluctantly, and finally handed it to him as if cutting off a piece of her flesh, warning him, "You can't try it before you can make sure the game won't stop running."

"Okay, okay, I understand." The man waved his hand. "Is there a time limit?"

Wang Qige shook his head: "But I will supervise you, and I have to check every day to make sure the game is still working. So before this game plugin is running, I will come to the IT department every day, not to monitor the completion of the work, but to ensure the game is running."

"What's the difference?" the man thought to himself. But seeing how much she valued the game, Jiang Chaosheng figured it was probably more than just a game. Otherwise, if she couldn't uninstall this rogue software, she could just buy a new phone or back up her important files on a new phone.

Unless, of course, this phone has some other purpose, or this game has some other purpose.

Wang Qige said she comes every day, which is a euphemism. In reality, this woman comes five or six times a day. If she weren't already a director and didn't have so much free time, it would seem like she could live in the IT department.

Jiang Chaosheng: The task is arduous.

The game world...

"A transfer student will be arriving today," Nan Chu said gossipingly to Liu Chaoque, who was almost drenched in sweat, while fanning himself.

Liu Chaoque was practically sitting right next to the air conditioner, but sweat was still pouring down her face.

They had just finished a volleyball class. When they were choosing courses in college, all the good sports were already taken because of the slow internet speed, leaving them with only volleyball.

In order to earn enough credits, she had no choice but to go to volleyball class, no matter how much she resisted. In addition, the sun had been scorching and the temperature had been high these past few days. After each class, Liu Chaoque would sweat profusely, and her hand joints were almost swollen from being hit.

I even had to squint and borrow napkins from others – that's definitely a dark chapter in my life.

Finally, get out of class was over. I ran to my classroom, and the air conditioning really brought me back to life.

She hugged the air conditioner, wiping the sweat from her face, and after a moment of confusion, asked, "What transfer student? This is a university, right? You must have misheard. Actually, it's called an exchange student."

"It doesn't matter." Nan Chu waved his hand: "Don't worry about such details."

"Then tell me, are these exchange students male or female, domestic or international?" Liu Chaoque turned around curiously, only to see Nan Chu giving an awkward smile.

Well, all she knew was that there was an exchange student, and she even got the name wrong.

Even if undergraduate classes are divided into three smaller classes, it's only for better management. Some large lectures are taken together by students of the same major, while courses that require hands-on experience are taught separately, limited to compulsory courses.

Therefore, the appearance of new students can only be briefly introduced when the homeroom teacher holds a meeting. But to gather everyone together just to introduce one person would be too formal, and it's not a group activity.

So the class teacher simply posted a notice in the class group saying that an exchange student from another university would be coming to our major, introduced the student's name, created a group, and had them introduce themselves online. That's how we got to know each other.

Liu Chaoque didn't even know what the person looked like.

"They're not foreigners." Wen Xia seemed a little disappointed.

“That’s good. Since they’re not foreigners, there’s no communication barrier.” This is Nan Chu, who has a different opinion.

Liu Chaoque wasn't particularly curious about this person; after all, he was incredibly busy and didn't know when he'd be able to meet him.

She still needs to get a driver's license so she can drive the off-road vehicle that Mu Li bought for her. She also needs to get a full range of driver's licenses and attend flight lessons and practice helicopter operations on weekends.

It all started the night Mu Li revealed her identity.

It was an ordinary night. Mu Li was jealous that Xu Wangchuan dared to invite Liu Chaoque. She was afraid that Liu Chaoque would become addicted to the gentle pleasures of the world and fall in love with the roadside weeds. She felt that an ordinary president might not be able to hold Si Man's restless heart.

So he crawled into Si Man's bed, rubbing his panda eyes from being punched. Opposite him was Liu Chaoque, who was covering his chest with an indescribable expression, and he asked seriously, "What are you doing in my bed so late at night?"

"Manman, I want to tell you something," Muli said, looking aggrieved. "You hit me again."

"What's all this secrecy about? And how did you break into my room?" Liu Chaoque remained unfazed, continuing to scrutinize him. Considering his seemingly jack-of-all-trades attitude, she said incredulously, "Don't tell me you can pick locks?"

Mu Li: "Actually, I do know a little bit."

"I'll replace the lock with a smart lock tomorrow," Liu Chaoque thought, looking at his hands. "It's fine. He has his high-tech stuff, and I have my fighting spirit. If all else fails, I'll summon a Food Soul and we'll fight it out."

Thinking about it that way, she calmed down: "So you've gone to all this trouble to come to my room and you still haven't said what you want to say?"

"Didn't you interrupt me?" Mu Li said speechlessly, "Actually, it's about my background."

"Oh? Actually, your assets already exceed those in the country. I'm living in an old-fashioned domineering CEO novel, and you're the man who can control everything?" Liu Chaoque said excitedly, but when she looked at Mu Li, she shook her head: "With your personality and your looks, you're more like a villain."

He's the kind of villain whose intelligence has been lowered, or rather, a villain who turns evil after his lover dies. Liu Chaoque is really something, he even likes to curse himself.

“It’s not that exaggerated. As I told you, it’s true that I’m the adopted son of a real estate tycoon. It’s also true that the relatives divided the inheritance after the tycoon died. It’s just that the claim of being kicked out is false. It’s true that someone was chasing after me, but it was just a business struggle. I’ve actually mentioned this to you before,” Mu Li said.

"But actually, you and I come from the same world." He dropped a bombshell.

"What do you mean, the same world? Aren't we in the same world?" Liu Chaoque said awkwardly, his heart about to erupt like a volcano. No, you really come from the real world?

"Do you remember when you were a child you almost got buried by a mudslide?" Mu Li continued to detonate the bomb.

"So you are?" Liu Chaoque's pupils contracted.

“I am one of the children who died.” He smiled sadly. “You may have forgotten me. We used to be good… friends.”

Liu Chaoque was shocked. Her hand fell to her side. In her memory, she had no memories before the age of six. Even if she did, they were proven to be figments of her imagination. At that time, she did not join in the fun, nor did she hold that red umbrella.

My kindergarten memories have turned gray, buried deep in my heart, hidden among piles of unimportant memories.

"I'm sorry," she said sadly, "you must have been in a lot of pain, and I forgot about you."

“It’s alright.” Mu Li smiled. “You’ve forgotten me, but I still remember. I’ve kept that memory, which means that I still existed in the past.”

This is truly a sad thing; in the end, only I remember it. Liu Chaoque thought helplessly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." Seeing Liu Chaoque's unusual silence, Mu Li said, "Perhaps if I remember correctly, your name is Liu..."

"No addressing, no communication, this is forbidden." The long-unheard hum of electricity rang in their ears. They exchanged a glance, seemingly knowing each other's thoughts.

"So you also..."

"So you also..."

They said in unison.

I understand now, I understand now. The reason why Mu Li escaped the constraint of being a background character who cannot fall in love is simply because he does not belong to this world. To a certain extent, he may not be able to be controlled by this world, or because of the world's mistake, something was compensated for Mu Li.

Moreover, being originally human, it is already a humiliation for someone to start cultivating from a demon. Being able to cultivate into a human might be a concession from the world, but the process is too long. For an ordinary person, they might give up halfway through.

Mu Li, however, persisted.

"Hmm." Liu Chaoque smiled. Although he didn't hear her real name from her, the system had warned her, which just happened to confirm that Mu Li knew Liu Chaoque's name.

“Then I’ll call you Chiu Chiu from now on,” Mu Li said. “Otherwise, anyone can call you Manman, and it’ll make me seem unremarkable.”

"Fine, whatever you want," Liu Chaoque said. "Then what should I call you?" She was asking about something related to his original name.

Mu Li fell silent: "Mimi."

"Mimi?" Liu Chaoque asked, puzzled.

“To make up for it,” he said.

“Oh, Mimi,” she said.

“You can also call me Mimi,” Mu Li sighed.

“I remember, it’s the ‘mi’ in ‘miman’ (meaning to spread or permeate). I don’t know how to form a word with it, but it must have a good meaning.” Liu Chaoque said, “I don’t know how to form a word with it, but it must have a good meaning.”

Mu Li: Your explanation is worse than not saying anything at all.

"One more thing, I said I studied in the United States, but actually I went to an Ivy League school, and I graduated with straight A's, with two PhDs in finance and computer science. Finance is because I want to inherit the family business, and computer science is because of my hobby."

That's quite an amazing hobby of yours.

“My company is backed by China, so no one dares to really destroy me, but there will still be minor, harmless skirmishes,” Mu Li said calmly.

"I'm saying all this for two reasons: to be honest and to find out about my background, so I hope you..." he said seriously.

"Pursue a PhD in Finance?" Liu Chaoque hesitated.

"Let's learn to drive." Mu Li.

"Huh? You're telling me all this just so I can learn to drive?" Liu Chaoque was speechless.

“Otherwise, when I confessed, I knew you also knew about the future. I hope that besides learning to drive properly, you also know how to drive boldly. That way, when we are chased by zombies, we can take turns resting. Don’t you know that zombies love a smart brain like mine? Of course, there’s another point: to prove my soft skills. Xu Wangchuan can’t compare to me. I was only 15 when I graduated with two doctorates,” Mu Li said proudly.

This is something to be proud of. Liu Chaoque said.

"How about I learn to fly a plane, or learn to shoot a gun?" Liu Chaoque asked.

“Sure, with your martial arts skills, plus firearms, you’d be a killer. But maybe we should follow Conan’s example.” Mu Li pondered, “I’m going to Hawaii during the summer vacation. You can come with me. If things go smoothly, you can even fly my private jet.”

Liu Chaoque: "Is this human language?"

Mu Li: "It's always good to have more skills. I'll give you a raise if you learn them."

So in the end, Liu Chaoque had to learn C1, C2, and C3, plus an airplane.

Mu Li: "So all my words have been for nothing more than using money?" Then what about all the money on his little black card? He doesn't know how to use it at all.

Because of this, Mu Li sulked for a while, which puzzled Liu Chaoque.