Welcome to the Misogyny Game

"Sister, it seems like it worked?" Jiang Chaosheng asked, rubbing his messy hair, not entirely sure.

This software is really robust; he tried to import a web crawler, but it was completely swallowed up by the software.

Some of the more serious cases even gave themselves a warning, which came out as a little sprite saying not to do anything bad to their own system.

Moreover, it seemed to remember Wang Qige. Just then, Wang Qige came over, and the little elf saw her and started communicating with her intelligently.

"Are you her friend?" the elf asked.

"Who are you talking about?" Wang Qige asked, though she was shocked, she still tried to remain calm.

"Do you know who I'm talking about?" the elf's voice was mechanical.

After brainstorming for a while, Wang Qige finally said after much deliberation, "Please don't stop me, I just want to see her."

"You cannot meet," the little elf still refused.

"Not even online?" Wang Qige asked tentatively.

"But we can't let her find out, otherwise it will have a negative impact on her. I hope you can be careful," the little elf replied.

Wang Qige asked her if she should create a new account or something else, and the little elf said, "Although your filth makes me uncomfortable, it can still be put to good use."

So, the previous scene happened.

Jiang Chaosheng's program runs in the game, but they can only create one account, and she cannot call Liu Chaoque by his name.

She couldn't add offline numbers because the number was empty. She could only see messages when Liu Chaoque logged in. Moreover, before adding friends, she could only send one message per day.

It was too harsh, and I was afraid that Liu Chaoque would think it was some kind of account for sale.

Wang Qige racked her brains and could only hope that Liu Chaoque and she were kindred spirits; that was, if she had such a name, she wouldn't think it was some kind of account for sale.

"Mumu must strive to become stronger."

"Mumu needs to work hard to become European."

"Mumu's Trumpet"

The longer the sentence, the higher its authenticity.

As a result, a level 20 alt account named "Mumu Wants to Try to Become Lucky" appeared in the emergency rescue section. It could talk, but could no longer level up.

Back to the game.

Liu Chaoque felt that today was terrible. He almost couldn't find the teaching building when he went to class in the morning. He rushed over and bumped into someone.

It was a long-haired "girl" carrying a lot of documents, which were scattered everywhere. She hurriedly went to pick them up. Although Liu Chaoque was anxious, he knew it was his fault, so he squatted down to help pick them up.

She kept apologizing as she picked them up, but her anxiety affected her. She picked them up very quickly, only slowing down when she put them on her documents.

To make matters worse, a sudden gust of wind blew their skirts wildly, causing several of the documents they had just picked up to fly over the railing, into the air, and then drift down to the ground, landing on the flowerbed or the road.

Liu Chaoque wanted to call the police right then and there.

If she hadn't still retained her rationality and remembered not to expose her abnormality in front of ordinary people, she would have already flown down to retrieve the documents.

"What do we do now?" she asked, bewildered.

Liu Chaoque glanced at the remaining documents that he had managed to suppress and save from further harm.

"Can I make a new copy of the one that fell?" "Is this document urgent?" "I'm late for class, why don't you go ahead and I'll go get it for you?"

The "girl" sighed, "Go to class." Her voice was sweet. She glanced at the document, then at the one that had flown downstairs, then gritted her teeth and went downstairs.

She chose to pick it up herself.

Liu Chaoque sighed, looked at her and then downstairs. The bell started ringing, urging everyone to hurry up and start class. Looking at the endless corridor, he realized that he only needed to turn a corner to walk into the classroom.

When she returned, ten minutes of class had already started. She quietly pretended to go to the restroom and then sneaked in through the back door with a clear conscience.

"Hey student, I don't think I saw you earlier." Unfortunately, Liu Chaoque's entrance was seen by the teacher who turned around to look at the student. To make matters worse, this was a small-class teaching environment.

"Teacher," she said nervously, "I had diarrhea earlier, so I'm sorry I'm only coming in now."

His attitude was sincere and cautious; he even bowed.

"Alright, find a seat. Class has been going on for ten minutes already. Be more careful next time." Seeing his obedient appearance, the teacher couldn't bear to scold him. She simply said a few words and then started the lesson again.

Liu Chaoque simply found a spot randomly, mainly because there weren't many empty seats around.

Since she couldn't find a girl, she had to share a table with the boys in the row behind her.

She smiled awkwardly and said, "Sorry to bother you."

The boy, looking arrogant, glanced at her and snorted coldly.

Liu Chaoque picked up the book, a famous work of appreciation that she was familiar with.

In order to be able to take this course, she chose a course outside her major. However, this course can still be counted for credits; otherwise, she would have had to pay an extra fee.

It's just that people from the finance department don't attend many events, so she doesn't see many acquaintances.

Lin Daiyu still sheds tears; was Jia Baoyu a scumbag?

How was Sun Wukong, the King of Accounts, determined? Was the Journey to the West a process of repaying favors?

Who spread the rumor that Tang Sanzang's flesh grants immortality?

Why was Li Kui killed by Song Jiang? How short was Wu Dalang? Do humans become fearless of tigers after drinking alcohol? What kind of official was Zhen Guanxi? Where did Lu Zhishen become a monk? How powerful was Langli Baitiao?

Everything is in the Four Great Classical Novels.

"Hey, now that you say that, I'm not sleepy anymore," Liu Chaoque affirmed.

She wrote furiously, beginning to solidify the knowledge she was about to forget.

Didn't you see the arrogant boy next to her watching her waving pen the whole time, and her writing performance where she could place words on the lines without looking at the notebook?

As the class was about to start, she stretched, put the pen cap back in, and tidied her things. Just as she was about to leave, she didn't expect that the young man was still there.

She gave him a questioning look, then continued on to the next event.

"What are you doing here?" Liu Chaoque was speechless. She had chosen to appreciate calligraphy and paintings, so how did she end up seeing this arrogant young man?

The young man offered, "Would you like to sit together?"

"Okay." Anyway, there shouldn't be anyone else here.

Considering that although he was arrogant, he wasn't annoying, she decided to sit next to him; after all, her ability to treat people like air was unparalleled.

Mu Li said she could even ignore a bird that pooped on her.

Liu Chaoque: "It's not that exaggerated. You still have to wipe yourself after you poop."

It means that it's okay if a bird lands on her head.

"Are you a student at the Chinese Language Institute? Why haven't I seen you before?" The arrogant young man finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice before class.

"You know everyone?" Liu Chaoque didn't answer but wanted to tease him instead.

"Of course, even if I don't know your name, I can at least get to know your face. You're a complete stranger to me," the arrogant young man said earnestly.

“Then I might be a transfer student.” Liu Chaoque remembered what Nan Chu had said, found it amusing, and said it aloud.

"No, are you kidding me? How can there be transfer students in a university?"

Everyone gets their degrees through exams. There might be some in junior high or elementary school, and maybe some in high school, but that costs money. But for university, apart from those who use aliases or come from adult education programs, there aren't any freshmen like we have now.

"Oh, I see." She didn't seem particularly ashamed, but just laughed like she was teasing a child. "Do you know what exchange students are? I recently came here from another school on exchange."

"No, your name is Pei Zhiguan. You can tell from that name that you're a boy."

Pei, Liu Chaoque pondered, could it be that person? But the age doesn't match.

"Did you listen to me?"

"Ah, I'm a student from another college, but which one exactly? Aren't you quite capable? Why don't you check?" Liu Chaoque said nonchalantly.

During the classic literature class, he noticed that this person was particularly attentive. She could answer all the questions the teacher asked, which didn't seem like a student from another department. So he thought he had made a mistake, but later he realized that it was impossible for him to have no impression of a student from the same department.

After much agonizing, they finally managed to trick him into revealing that he was a student from another college.

As a result, during the calligraphy class, looking at this girl's handwriting, how should I put it, it was very elegant and beautiful, but not much.

It does have the spirit of their college, but it seems like it's been a long time since I've written like this, so I'm a bit rusty.

These are the calligraphy teacher's exact words.

"Could it be that he's actually a returning student auditing the class?" But he also looks like he just graduated from high school.