“Advanced data?” Chen Mo murmured, puzzled by the words. Moments later, the system responded.

[Yes. This system unlocks corresponding functions based on the simulated character’s affinity level.]

“So *that’s* why you’ve been totally useless these past few days,” Chen Mo remarked with a knowing smirk. He glanced at Luo Xianxue’s character panel—it was far more detailed now.

[Current Life: Luo Xianxue]

[Preferences: Matcha-flavored treats, daydreaming]

[Dislikes: A constrained life]

[Skilled in: All arts and talents (just a tiny bit)]

[Unskilled in: Socializing]

[Current Affinity: 75 (She trusts you. Likely to agree to reasonable requests.)]

[Current Status: Anticipating (Your presence spices up her life. She’s waiting for your return.)]

[Guide: Resolving her dislikes may significantly boost affinity.]

[Today’s Simulation Time Remaining: 0]

[Next simulation available tomorrow at 8 AM. Six hours daily.]

A faint understanding flickered in Chen Mo’s eyes. *So it reveals details step by step based on affinity? Feels even more like a galgame.*

“Wait—you’re actually a romance system, not a life simulator, huh?”

His gaze lingered on “six hours daily.” Just that tiny extension thrilled him. For his current state, even one extra hour felt precious. *Who knows—maybe more time later?*

The guide hint? He’d guessed as much. Aligned perfectly with his plans.

Ugh. Waiting till tomorrow noon to visit Luo Xianxue again… *Only this restriction feels tedious.*

He returned to his body. Time slipped by. At dawn, his soul drifted next door—right on schedule—to watch morning news with the old neighbor. His daily escape, besides visiting Luo Xianxue.

“Breaking news: Monday, April 20. In Minhua District, a heroic teen rescued a girl from under a truck… only to be hit by a Baby Bus and hospitalized. The hit-and-run driver is in custody.”

“Late last night, Guian District reported another Baby Bus incident. Police suspect organized crime. Citizens: cherish life, avoid Baby Buses. Investigation ongoing.”

“Recently, Rui’an Luo, head of the capital’s most influential family, has been discharged. Will his return reshape the landscape…”

Chen Mo’s soul went utterly silent—like getting struck by Garen’s Q.

*My rescue made headlines once… now again?*

*News writers, have some mercy! Always “Baby Bus”?! Being hospitalized by *that* vehicle is seriously embarrassing!*

Awakening this system… yet dragging his family into it. Blessing or curse? He couldn’t tell.

Around 11 AM, a touch on his body jolted him. His soul snapped back to his hospital room: the nurse changing bandages, and a chubby guy holding a bag nearby.

Wei Shitong—Chen Mo’s closest friend and classmate. The first visitor in days.

“The patient needs quiet,” the nurse reminded softly before leaving.

Wei Shitong nodded, set the bag on the table, and sat on the stool. “Bro Mo… long time no see. How’s hospital life treating you?” He picked up an apple, began peeling. “School’s been dead boring without you. Even the class beauty asked where you vanished. Knew you weren’t into her—I told her you transferred.”

“Without you, my rank dropped from fifth top to nearly fifth bottom! I need my desk mate, Bro Mo… I missed you.”

He finished peeling, waved the apple three slow circles near Chen Mo’s face—then took a bite.

Chen Mo’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

*Seriously? Offering incense now? Your real goal’s copying my homework and tests, isn’t it!*

Still… he felt genuinely touched. And he’d brought a gift.

Wei stood, heading to the bag. “Gaokao’s in two months. Didn’t know what to bring… so I got two sets of *Five-Year Gaokao, Three-Year Simulation* papers. Told Auntie Chen rehab’s boring anyway—might as well study. Bro, I’m good to you, right? Even my little bro doesn’t get this!”

“You always argued with me… now I feel so lonely. Fine. When you wake up, I’ll call you Dad…”

Chen Mo itched to punch him—but his soul could do nothing.

“System. Simulate Luo Xianxue’s life.”

He tuned out Wei’s chatter. Today, Head Maid Jiang Jie had returned. Time to meet the woman Luo Xianxue found so intimidating.

Blink. Chen Mo settled into the familiar body.

No voice from Luo Xianxue. Instead, a stern tone at his ear: “Lady, were you even listening?”

He turned. A middle-aged woman held a small notebook, expression sharp.

Chen Mo touched his earlobe. “Zoned out. Mind repeating?”

Jiang Jie frowned slightly—this timid girl had suddenly turned cool and composed. “A maid reported: during my absence, you ate excessive sweets, skipped the schedule, and assigned a new maid solely for desserts. True?”

As Head Maid Jiang Jie spoke, Chen Mo received Luo Xianxue’s full context: she’d come to question the broken rules.

Chen Mo shifted from prim posture to leaning back, legs crossed high. A slight nod. “Mm. True. Problem?”