"Anyway, concerning Misha's personality, I think the final location must be extra, extra romantic! It has to fit my girly heart~" When it ca
"Anyway, concerning Misha's personality, I think the final location must be extra, extra romantic! It has to fit my girly heart~"
When it came to being Alain and Misha's wingman, the hatted girl always seemed very serious, as if it were truly her personal responsibility and duty.
Alain felt a little guilty about this.
Actually, in discussing the simulated date with Millie this time, Alain also had his own little thoughts. He recalled the last time in the real world, how he had raised Millie's bug fix progress bar to 75% in one go. The result was gratifying.
However, after reaching 75%, the progress bar's increase became as stagnant as a pool of dead water, with no further movement. It was as if something was hindering Millie from adapting to the real world. And this matter was still unknown to Alain.
This simulated date also needed to "investigate" the reason for the stalled progress bar. Alain was still very curious about this.
Midway through his discussion with Millie, he opened his phone and checked the Security Guard panel. At the 100% position of Millie's bug fix progress bar was a black box. No explanation or text.
But it was precisely this unknown that made Alain feel expectant. If he could solve it, he could get that unknown "100% progress bar" reward.
"Hey, bro. Are you listening? What are you doing playing with your phone?" Millie, holding a pointer on the other side of the small table, voiced her dissatisfaction. "This is your and Misha's date, not mine. Pay attention."
"Mm, about that." Alain looked over the plan. How to put it, the locations were very much in line with Misha's love for flowers, plants, and romance. But they didn't fit Millie at all. His good bro was really treating the confession rehearsal as her own affair.
"I think, for a confession, what's most important is the emotion. Therefore, the location is secondary. Although it's also very important."
"Oh? So, Mr. Boyfriend-who-plays-on-his-phone-during-planning, what great insights do you have?" The hatted girl narrowed her eyes, as if saying "spit it out if you have something to say."
"Okay, Instructor Millie. Actually, when we go out for the simulated date later, we can just go wherever we feel like," Alain said. A simulated date, isn't it also a part of corrupting my bro?
Regarding the reason for the stalled progress bar, he actually had a few scattered guesses: Millie's seemingly open, but actually conservative, personality.
After spending this time with her, and from Millie's underlying words and actions, Alain could vaguely guess that Millie might hold the belief that "one Mita can only have one player," and that "having more would be a betrayal."
This won't do. He thought Misha was cute, but he also thought Millie was sweet and delicious. These two, to him, were simply priceless treasures. This was also why he had been trying to "corrupt" his good bro.
This wasn't just a simulated date for Misha's confession; it could also be the "final chapter" of corrupting Millie. He was going to completely "crush" Millie on this simulated date.
"By emotion. what do you mean by that?" Millie observed the contemplative Alain, completely baffled. I feel like. this guy has some little thoughts of his own.
"Mood." Alain simply answered with two words, leaving the rest for Millie to imagine on her own.
And the hatted girl pondered for a moment, then sighed slightly.
"Alright. I understand. Then, do as you please. Anyway, I'll just be your proxy date partner." Millie put down the pointer and sighed slightly. Since the person involved had said so, then it wasn't good for her to say anything else.
"Since we've decided, let's go out." She tidied her clothes a bit, then joked with Alain, "You better be prepared with protection~"
"Mine and yours?" Alain feigned contemplation.
After the two bantered for a while, with the sound of a light switch and a "thump" from the house's iron door, Alain's small home once again fell into a piece of silence and darkness. Only the two small light sources from the computer screen and the host remained.
Pocket Mita looked towards the door, and seeing that no one was there, she patted her small chest and breathed a sigh of relief. A series of "dong dong dong" typing sounds, and a pink dialogue box appeared:
[A date? What kind of date? Does Sister know? I have to report to her!]
Pocket Mita's smiling face nodded heavily. Although this was very bad for her player. But. The CP she shipped the most was still Alain and Crazy Mita! She couldn't let Sister—Crazy Mita's love go to waste!
But her passion was extinguished by a certain thought.
The words in the pink dialogue box were replaced by a line of ellipses. She remembered that last time, the player had helped her kill the spiders in the room.
[How about, I just pretend I didn't hear? For some reason, if I say it, it feels like a betrayal]
Thinking this, she couldn't help but fall into deep hesitation.
Pocket Mita walked to the side of the door. She slightly opened a corner of the door, looked at the door frame, and fell into thought.
[Forget it. Anyway, Sister is very busy.]
Thinking this, she preliminarily confirmed her inner thoughts. That's right. This is caring for Sister, not concealing and not reporting.
Thus, her small hand gradually closed the door, until only a crack remained—
A hand with pitch-black joints was stuck in the not-yet-closed door.
While Pocket Mita was puzzled, an unimaginable force suddenly pushed the door open. And she saw a black puppet standing in the middle of the doorway.
Its hollow eyes observed the layout of the tender pink mini-room, its gaze finally landing on the living room outside the screen.
[Is it another virus? Taste my big hammer!]
White smoke rose from Pocket Mita's heels, and she was about to rush under the bed to get her big hammer. The collar of her back neck, however, was grabbed by the puppet. The dialogue box changed to a "Waaah" cry.
The puppet, as if carrying a piece of trash, opened the door and casually threw Pocket Mita out.
After only it remained in the room, the puppet walked to the very center of the Mita window. It looked murkily at something in front of it, then reached out and crushed the not-yet-closed tender pink dialogue box.
After doing all this, its gaze finally focused on the world outside the screen.
The puppet raised its hand and knocked; the screen shook.
It then approached the screen in a climbing posture, as if crawling out of a narrow cave, its entire face occupying the Mita window. The screen and the computer desk shook as if an earthquake had struck, also seeming to be at some critical point.
The screen suddenly went black.
A few short seconds later, a head drilled out from within the screen. It strenuously climbed out of the screen, using the desktop as a support point, and finally stood dryly in the living room of Alain's small home.
Looking at the empty room, the Failure's gaze finally settled on the doorway of the small house.
After the sound of the door closing, the house returned to silence.
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