People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

"Oh my! Just thinking about this guy opening his eyes and seeing two geniuses... this absolutely impossible scene, this wonderful contrast! Haha finds it very interesting! It's more interesting than ever!"

"Oh, yes, by the way, I just drained all the imaginary energy here, okay?"

"In other words... you can't lock me up anymore! Are you surprised? Ahahahaha~"

"Alright, alright~ Continue to enjoy your "game"~"

"Let's see who will have the last laugh? It's really exciting~Ahahaha~"

Having said this, Ahana's crazy voice suddenly disappeared, and everything returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

However, Aha's words did not change the expressions of these two geniuses in the slightest.

——They had long anticipated this situation.

After all, the behavior of the Joyful Star God itself has no bottom line, so whatever he does is actually reasonable.

What's more, He is a Star God, the most powerful being in the entire universe.

Even a small fraction of the power of being here in person is enough to accomplish all of this.

"Tsk...what a madman..."

Looking at the wand in his hand that no longer emitted imaginary energy fluctuations, Heita tutted his tongue in dissatisfaction, then turned to look at Ruan Mei beside him, "Besides waiting, do you have any other options?"

"No."

Ruan Mei shook her head gently, and her long black hair swayed gently, like a flowing black waterfall.

"If He is willing to let the outside world know, then we can wait for others to come and help us, but if He is not willing..."

"Then the only thing we can do is wait."

Hearing Ruan Mei's words, Heita nodded without comment, then crossed his arms across his chest and continued to look at the screen in front of him, waiting for the final "ending".

However, just as the two geniuses' eyes were drawn to the screen in front of them because of the "ending"...

They didn't notice that Jiang Mo's originally calm and natural sleeping face was suddenly stained with a hint of intoxication that concealed "joy".

......

At the same time, in a medium-sized spaceship three jump units away from the Black Tower Space Station.

A silver-haired girl with single Roman curls was sitting with her legs crossed, chewing bubble gum and fiddling with the game console in her hand out of boredom.

It seemed that she had caught a glimpse of the abnormal value on the spaceship's instrument panel that suddenly turned red. She then lowered her crossed legs, turned around and asked the urban beauty with purple eyes:

"Kafka, are we still going to take care of the space station?"

Hearing the girl's words, the urban beauty smiled and then shook her head gently.

"Don't worry about it, because our stage is not here, Silver Wolf."

"Let's go to Yaoqing, that's where our stage is."

Hearing this, Silver Wolf shrugged without comment, then determined the coordinates of this automatic cruise, and then lay back in the chair and continued playing the game in his hand.

Kafka looked at the meteorites passing by quickly outside the window, a meaningful smile appearing on her face.

"We'll see you in Yaoqing..."

"...Amo"

Chapter 21: Black Tower: Can I let him stay by my side forever?

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the window lattice into the black tower room, Jiang Mo, who was sleeping at the desk, slowly opened his eyes.

He gently shook his dizzy head, feeling the soreness in his arm, and Jiang Mo sighed helplessly.

This way of sleeping reminded him of the three years that he never wanted to look back on.

"I didn't expect to have to endure this kind of suffering even after arriving in another world... Hmm? Is this... a blanket?"

After Jiang Mo silently complained about himself, he looked at the purple blanket he was wearing, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Could it be that Black Tower woke up at night and put it on me? This 'slight' increase in favorability is much higher than I expected..."

Jiang Mo touched his chin, as if comparing his behavior before and after the Black Tower's favorability increased.

Before the "slight improvement", the Black Tower was like a cold doll girl, without any extra emotions, and only cared about those so-called academic issues.

If things continue to develop at this pace, Jiang Mo always feels that Heita will become an expressionless sadistic queen who likes to step on others.

But after the upgrade... Jiang Mo suddenly felt that Heita seemed quite cute. When he was sick, his personality would change drastically, and even when he was in a normal state, he had a gentler side.

The blanket he was wearing was proof of that.

"I don't know if she still has that memory when she was sick. If not, then I can really do whatever I want."

"No, no, how could I have such thoughts! It's all Aha's fault!"

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the black tower on the bed, and his gaze happened to meet the pair of crimson purple eyes.

The sick doll girl woke up at some point and looked at him quietly.

As the morning sun shone on the girl's flawless face, her face, which had turned pale due to illness, became rosy.

Looking at the man who was looking him up and down, Heita pursed his lips and said, "Good morning..."

"Good morning, Heita. Are you feeling unwell right now? Like a headache or fever?"

Before the girl could even utter the first syllable she had been brewing for so long, a greeting even warmer and more natural than hers came first.

Looking at the black eyes in front of him that revealed a hint of worry, Heita's heart beat abnormally.

She couldn't figure out where this inexplicable rhythm came from. She just felt her cheeks a little hot, and she didn't know if it was from the sun or something else.

After a short silence, Heita shook his head gently and said in his still hoarse voice:

"...Nothing is wrong. I feel much better now and can start researching again..."

The girl sat up from the bed as she spoke, but before she could take her hands out of the quilt, a pair of large hands were placed on her shoulders without warning, and then she was pushed back down as she tried to get up.

"Everything has its limits, and research is no different. If you're sick, rest well. You won't solve any problems with a groggy mind."

"Just lie down on the bed and have a good rest. I'll take care of everything from now on."

After saying that, Jiang Mo sighed helplessly, as if based on Heita's personality, he would definitely not stay in bed obediently, and then he brought out the previous rules:

"I am still your tutor, Miss Heita. Please abide by the agreement between us, okay?"

Hearing this, Heita pursed his lips, then slowly nodded, agreeing.

Seeing this, Jiang Mo nodded in satisfaction, then bent down and gently helped Heita tidy up the long brown hair that was stuck to his cheeks due to sweat.

Feeling the slight touch on his cheek, Heita felt his heartbeat speeding up little by little, as if... he was excited about something.

But even she herself couldn't describe this feeling, because she had never experienced this kind of emotion before.

The three emotions that Black Tower recognizes most clearly are fear, astonishment, and terror.

These three emotions were what she had sensed from the people around her in the past. Other than that...she was rather vague.

Looking at the pretty face so close to him, Heita felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

She could see Jiang Mo opening his mouth to say something, but she couldn't hear a word he said and could only nod blindly.

It feels like...my mind is completely occupied by something.

When Heita came to his senses, Jiang Mo had already left the room to prepare breakfast, while Heita was staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes. After thinking for a long time, he finally decided to get up.

"He only told me not to do research, but he didn't tell me not to do anything else..."

Heita muttered to himself as he came to the table, took out the diary from the drawer that he hadn't opened for a while, and wrote softly on it.

[I'm sick. Thinking about it carefully...I don't seem to have any memory of being sick. I just feel uncomfortable all over when I'm sick.]

[But this time, I didn't feel any discomfort. Aside from a slight dizziness, the only thing left was a...baffling feeling.]

This emotion is different from anything I've experienced before. Perhaps... this is a brand new "problem" he's brought to me, but he hasn't said it explicitly.

Having written this, she paused for a moment, and then continued writing after a while.

[I saw his back last night. The moment I saw him, I felt at ease.]

I don’t know what this “emotion” is, but for a moment I even wondered…

[Can I let him stay by my side forever, so that I can feel at ease? ]

Chapter 22 Jiang Mo: Is Ah Ha a bit of a masochist?

Looking at the last line of text in the diary, Heita was slightly stunned, as if she herself had not expected to write such a sentence.

This feeling was just like what she was thinking when she covered Jiang Mo with a blanket last night. In just a moment of distraction, her body made the choice for her.

Thinking of this, she tilted her head slightly and looked at the blanket that was the same color as her eyes, with a thoughtful look on her face.

From a psychological point of view, this subconscious body movement actually reflects her true inner feelings.

But...what Heita didn't understand was where this so-called "true portrayal" of himself came from.

Is it the craving for the feeling of being around "people like me"? Or is it...

"Is this actually the result of mixing emotions into thinking patterns?"

Heita tilted his head, unable to figure out for a moment which was the correct interpretation of his thoughts.

Feeling her thoughts gradually becoming confused, Heita sighed helplessly. She knew very well that she would definitely not get the answer today.

Then she put the diary away and lay back on the bed - she still had to abide by the agreement between her and him.

"Since these questions come from him... perhaps if I spend more time with him, I will have more accurate answers, right?"

Black Tower thought so.

......

Just when Heita quietly got up to write in his diary, Jiang Mo was busy in the kitchen.

Ever since that "confrontation" in the restaurant, he naturally became the new chef of the mansion.

Although this is not within the scope of a tutor's job, in order to prevent himself from being poisoned by the food cooked by the robot... he has to take on this job.

What's more, similar feeding settings can be regarded as a way to increase favorability in most games...

Since his mission is to break the Black Tower's rational defenses, why not do a little more along the way?

"Sigh... I don't know if feeding during special periods can increase favorability a little more."

Jiang Mo gently stirred the porridge in the pot while muttering softly:

"Just a 'slight improvement' alone can bring about earth-shattering changes to the Black Tower. I can't even imagine what would happen if it were a 'small improvement'."

Having said that, Jiang Mo suddenly frowned, as if he had thought of something that was beyond his expectations.

"Hiss, if I figure out this last residual variable of the Solitary Wave Algorithm before Black Tower does, will Black Tower's favorability towards me increase?"

"Although it sounds unlikely at first, it's actually somewhat feasible. After all, I still have enough entries. Maybe—"

Before Jiang Mo could finish his words, a red light curtain appeared above his pot of porridge.

As the Black Tower's "dedicated chef," you decide:

[1. Add some ingredients to the Black Tower and make her sick for a few more days. This way, you will not only have more time to solve the solitary wave algorithm first, but you can also take advantage of her illness and lack of memory...]

[2. Add some spice to yourself, make yourself sick, create the illusion that you are sick because of taking care of her and researching, then take advantage of her vulnerability and take her down in one fell swoop!]

Looking at the red light curtain that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Mo rolled his eyes fiercely, and then said while stirring his porridge:

"...Sometimes I really doubt whether you are the Star God of Joy. I've seen all this before. Are you still alive?"

"If you have no job, don't force yourself. You can even bite a lighter."

As if hearing Jiang Mo's words, the words on the red screen suddenly disappeared, but soon new words completely copied them.

——It was as if Ah Ha was telling Jiang Mo that he was capable of doing more new things.