I suddenly realized that QQ is essentially a Galgame with extremely strong controls.
As long as you’re willing to send messages, someone with a beautiful girl’s avatar will respond, each with different attributes.
If you build up enough affection, you can directly add them as friends to unlock personal storylines. Because the beautiful girls on QQ are idealized.
In this gigantic Galgame called QQ, the three core elements of romance—boundaries, initial affection, and familiarity—have had boundaries and familiarity removed, leaving only initial affection.
This makes it relatively easy to conquer, and also creates a sense of immersion and a feeling of belonging that doesn’t quite belong to reality.
Because boundaries are removed, interactions become easier.
Issues that are normally principled become simple.
Things you wouldn’t dare say in real life slip out effortlessly.
Removing familiarity makes it easier for the so-called bond between two people to form, causing feelings that shouldn’t arise to sprout.
That’s why QQ is the strongest, coolest Galgame—
I’m willing to call it a 2.5D masterpiece.
Moreover, everyone on QQ hides their true selves, turning themselves into nearly perfect beautiful girls.
Combined with the removal of two of the three romantic elements, this dreamlike feeling makes you feel like you really live in an existing world.
So acting tsundere appropriately, maintaining a playful push-and-pull—that’s exactly Galgame.
Now some friends might ask, what kind of beautiful girl likes to always send history messages?
The answer: a love-starved, hardcore tsundere.
If writing novels is a form of self-comfort, it’s extremely satisfying.
But when you have no inspiration and still have to force updates, that’s just paying rent to the readers.
And no matter how much you give, readers are always unsatisfied.
“Class, today we will talk about…………”
On the podium, the teacher’s hypnotic voice slowly echoed, and most students started to zone out.
Good students listened attentively in their usual uniform way; bad students found various ways to kill time.
Our Meng Siyu’s method for killing time was very efficient, dumb, and effective—it was fantasizing.
Also known as brain masturbation, where she inserted herself into scenes from anime, novels, Lifan, movies, etc., imagining how she would be, and then immersing herself in the ecstasy of realizing those dreams.
Today, the scene she wanted to immerse herself in was when Su Moli saved her two nights ago.
The only difference was that, because she liked reading gender-bender novels, she imagined herself as a boy, and then……..
【Your strategy girlfriend is fantasizing about turning into a boy and doing all kinds of lovey-dovey things with you. The current stage has reached the wedding night.】
“???”
Hearing the system’s strange notification, Su Moli was immediately pulled out of her flow state of studying.
Exactly, because after two nights, Chen Wenwen’s affection level had risen back to 20, meaning her passive learning talent could activate again through Su Moli.
Not wanting her classmates to discover she was a fool who couldn’t even solve a quadratic equation, Su Moli decided to focus on studying during class, aiming just to pass by relying on her own strength.
As for university………………
Please, she already owned a house worth two million in the city center.
Her future path was smooth—if anything, she could just lie flat and not bother.
No need to work hard.
So, she studied, but left homework to be done by Class President Chen Wenwen.
And somehow, whether it was some strange XP awakening inside her, Su Moli felt especially pleased to see the usually strict, serious, and upright Elder secretly helping her with homework for money, while telling other students to do theirs properly.
But turning to look at Meng Siyu next to her, Su Moli saw that although Meng Siyu’s head was raised toward the blackboard, her eyes were vacant, completely lost in her fantasy world.
To be honest, Su Moli envied this ability to make herself happy anytime, anywhere.
If she had such an ability, even working in an electronics factory wouldn’t be so unbearable.
Unfortunately, as a mental thirty-year-old uncle, Su Moli now completely lacked that sense of empathy and immersion.
All the novels, animations, and manga she loved as a child now felt awkward, boring, and idiotic.
“As the saying goes, ‘Desiring to buy osmanthus while sharing wine, never equals the youthful roam………………’”
People say one cannot have youth and the feeling of youth at the same time.
But now, Su Moli, a mental thirty-year-old uncle whose body had reverted back to a sixteen-year-old JK beautiful girl, could she really re-experience youth?
Perhaps Su Moli herself hadn’t noticed that this beautiful girl always exuded a unique aura of adult worries, melancholy, and the decaying staleness of a half-dead corpse—completely out of sync with the vibrant youth around her, which made her stand out even more.
This unique atmosphere was usually a good thing—but definitely not during class.
“Su Moli, answer a question.”
Seeing that everyone was dozing off from her boring lecture with no passion, the teacher immediately decided to call on a student to answer a question to wake everyone up.
“Ah? Me?”
“Yes, exactly you. Tell me, what was the outcome of South Liang?”
“Got screwed?”
“Very good, you may sit down.”
The history teacher was a bit surprised that Su Moli, the newly transferred student, actually knew the answer.
Maybe her voice sounded a little strange, possibly an accent.
After all, each province’s speech was a bit different. This was normal.
The teacher resumed her earnest lecture, feeling a boost of achievement seeing that the randomly called student could answer correctly, and became even more energetic.
Su Moli sat back, utterly confused.
She had just been reminiscing about her youth when she was suddenly called up to answer a question and blurted out a random answer, which was apparently accepted.
“Ding ling ling~”
Another class bell rang.
For some reason, Su Moli felt the teacher always glanced at her more when calling on students.
To avoid embarrassing herself in front of the teacher and classmates, she decided to work hard to raise Chen Wenwen’s affection level, boost her learning talent attribute, and quickly learn quadratic equations.
“Peng!”
But right after class ended, as Su Moli reached into her pocket to pull out a hundred yuan to raise Chen Wenwen’s affection, she was shocked to see the school’s notorious gang of burly delinquents kick open the door.
Leading the group was none other than Zhang Sisi and her crew.
“Hmm? Do you have business here?”
“Big Sister, we have urgent news. Come out for a moment.”
“Eh?!!!”
“Wait for me too——”
Amid the stunned gazes of surrounding students, how did Su Moli, a transfer student who had only been here a few days, suddenly become the leader of the school’s notorious gang?
Of course, none of them noticed Meng Siyu quietly following behind Su Moli.
At the first-floor stairway of the teaching building, Zhang Sisi and the others, panting and anxious, hurriedly began explaining their purpose to Su Moli.
“Boss, do you still remember the bet we made earlier?”
“The one…………..about playing Thousand Love, Ten Thousand Blossoms? Winner gets 400 reward, loser has to apologize to that boy.”
“Mm, yeah. What about it?”
“Well……..we don’t even know that boy’s name. How can we apologize?”
“???”
Seeing Zhang Sisi’s nervous and excited expression, Su Moli’s mouth twitched helplessly. It seemed they had made a major blunder.
That was……
Everyone here didn’t know the boy’s name, appearance, or even his full, concrete image!!
“Hey, hey, at least you know what the boy looks like, right?”
“We don’t know either. I only saw below, not above.”
“???“
Su Moli was full of question marks.
What kind of perverted answer was that?
“What about you two?”
Because they urgently wanted to apologize, Zhang Sisi started desperate questioning of Su Moli and Meng Siyu.
“I don’t know either. I only saw a pair of white legs.”
“I only saw the hem of a pale blue skirt.”
For a moment, a silent atmosphere settled around the five of them.
Just like in Yu-Gi-Oh, no matter the plot reasons, just start dueling already.
“So……..what should we do now?”
Meng Siyu asked in confusion, completely clueless, eyes fixed on Su Moli.
“Maybe just forget it? The fact that you want to apologize is already good enough.”
As an adult, Su Moli naturally preferred to give up when there was no result.
“Wait! I have an idea!”
At that moment, one of Zhang Sisi’s underlings stepped forward with a plan.
“Since we can’t find that boy, let’s wait by the stairs and ambush him. If we can see under the skirt one more time, we definitely won’t mistake him!”
“???“
“???”
“???”
“???”
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“Eh?! Why aren’t you guys saying anything? I’m scared being looked at like this……”