[The "Settling In" quest is complete. Reward issued.]

[Reward: Meow Language – Even in reality, you can chat simply with cats. While possessing a body, communication with fellow felines gets a major boost.]

Seeing these words on the system panel, Chen Mo’s face lit up with joy.

He turned to Little White and meowed in Cat Tongue, “Weiwei, can you hear me?”

“Huh?” Little White tilted its head slightly. “Sis, are you glitching again?”

I understood!

Just like with Little Ash before, words that were once fuzzy and needed guessing now hit crystal clear.

Woo-hoo, soaring time!

All that hustle for this quest was totally worth it.

Zhu Yunqian missed their tiny chat. After fixing the little nest, she snapped phone pics in a hurry—accidentally framing Chen Mo and Little White too.

Chen Mo guessed her plan. Sure enough, she soon glued herself to her phone, giggling nonstop.

Then she seemed to remember something and hopped off the bed. “Oops, almost forgot! Cats, stay put in the room. I’m grabbing essentials for you. Don’t wander!”

She tossed a sweater at Little White, grabbed a coat, and dashed out.

Chen Mo barely had time to ask for dried fish treats. But leaving a cat alone—was that wise? An ordinary cat might’ve trashed the room by now.

Honestly, some animal instinct made Chen Mo itch to dive into the wardrobe and shred a few proper clothes.

Bored, he played with Little White briefly, then padded to Zhu Yunqian’s computer. Pink case, cute stickers—pure girly overload.

Chen Mo recalled Luo Xianxue’s room: plain, tidy, useful stuff only, a boring gray PC. Quite the gap.

“Sneaking online should be fine, right?” He vowed not to touch private files—just browse, hoping no password.

He hit power. After thirty seconds, the screen lit up—no password.

“Not bad, meow,” Chen Mo murmured in human speech, wondering why he’d added that suffix.

Little White was busy with the sweater, ignoring him.

Chen Mo reached for the mouse—but before he could move it, a giant ad popped up, flashing all sorts of sketchy stuff.

His eye twitched. “Ads already?”

He didn’t even spot the fake “close” button before it vanished. He glanced at the corner:

Kingsoft Antivirus blocked pop-up ads.

Ah, the antivirus working. Then—bam!—another ad popped up. This time for Kingsoft itself.

Seriously? You blocked others just to push your own junk?

Next, PC Manager charged in. It slammed Kingsoft Antivirus shut in a flash. Kingsoft lost that round.

But the heavyweight arrived.

A green app flashed—a 360 Security pop-up! It flagged PC Manager as malware, demanding uninstall, and suggested its buddy Lu Master take over.

Holy cow, was this a kung fu showdown or a battle on Purple Summit Peak?

Chen Mo stared, dumbfounded, as pop-ups multiplied and CPU usage spiked red.

Sis, can you even use this thing daily?

He’d lost the urge to browse. Resting his paw on the mouse, he sighed. “Since you fed me jiaozi and built my nest, I’ll clean this up.”

He tackled each virus app his way. As a computer veteran, he had tricks—even the stubborn ones only baffled Little Ash.

Still, the sheer number left him speechless.

He checked “My Computer.” C drive was red. A peek showed:

Bird Wallpaper – 34.7GB.

How did a wallpaper app hog that much space?

Before he finished, Zhu Yunqian burst in with bags. She greeted Little White playing with the sweater, then froze seeing Chen Mo expertly clicking keys. Her stuff clattered to the floor.

Stunned.

“Am I dreaming? Cats use computers?” She rubbed her eyes. “Must’ve opened the door wrong.”

She gathered her things, closed the door, knocked cheerfully, “I’m back!”

Opened it—gray cat still on PC, white cat staring puzzled.

Definitely not a dream.

Holy crap! My cat understands humans AND uses computers! “Video time! My friends won’t believe you’re sentient!” She dumped bags and lunged with her phone.

Chen Mo shrugged—it’s just a sim—and kept cleaning junk.

The more Zhu Yunqian watched, the more shocked she got. As a computer newbie, ads had driven her nuts; she’d almost bought a new PC. Now a cat fixed it?

Seeing her awe, Chen Mo waved a paw.

Stay humble. Don’t idolize this feline—I’m just a legend.

Afternoon came. Chen Mo’s 16-hour sim neared end. He’d waited at the school gate, even snuck inside. No sign of Yun Song. Little White watched her house all day—nothing.

She won’t be back till school’s out.

He dropped today’s search. Plenty of time left. After briefing Little Ash, his mind snapped back to the hospital room.

He opened his eyes, body feeling smoother.

Recovered a bit. But waking up, he saw a crowd by his bed, faces tight with worry.

A doctor cheered, “He’s awake! Fetch Dr. Ge!”

Uh…

Chen Mo tilted his head. What’s the emergency?