I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

On the table, Qin Nuo sipped the comforting chicken porridge brought by the female teacher next door while flipping through some books that Liang Zisu usually enjoyed.

It's often said that you can discern a person's character through their books.

The type of books someone reads can reflect the duality of their inner world.

The room was filled with numerous books, indicating that he was someone who loved reading, often preferring a quiet atmosphere, immersed in his own world.

Reserved and not boastful, a role model, with a stable career, it's hard to imagine him without a girlfriend. So far, Liang Zisu seemed to be a perfectly normal young man with a strong drive for success.

As Qin Nuo browsed through the books on the shelf, he was surprised to find that they were mostly thrillers and suspense novels like "The Case Files," "Psychological Crime," and "Ten Deadly Sins," which leaned towards horror and mind-bending mysteries.

Upon reflection, it wasn't all that strange. Everyone has different tastes, and these types of books often provide mental satisfaction to those who seek excitement.

Qin Nuo found himself getting engrossed in "Ten Deadly Sins," a book he also enjoyed, sipping porridge as he read. He noticed that Liang Zisu liked to make notes or mark certain thrilling and complex plot points with a red pen.

"Is this a little quirk of his?" Qin Nuo murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed about uncovering an adult's little secret.

Qin Nuo closed the book, put it back in its place, and took the bowl to the bathroom to wash it.

"I remember the English teacher's name is Qiu Tong, just graduated from college, conveniently single, and she brought a bowl of hot chicken porridge when Liang Zisu was sick. She must have some interest in him."

"But she should know that Liang Zisu has a girlfriend, right? Is it really okay to try and steal someone away like this?"

Qin Nuo thought to himself as he headed to the next room to return the bowl and spoon.

He knocked on the door, and it quickly opened. Qiu Tong opened it halfway, looking at Liang Zisu with a faint smile, "Mr. Liang, are you feeling better?"

"Thanks to your porridge, I feel much better. I've washed your bowl and brought some fruit from the fridge as a token of gratitude," Qin Nuo said.

Thinking about the role he was playing, he flashed a sunny smile, "May I come in for a bit?"

Qiu Tong hesitated for a moment but eventually opened the door wider, inviting Qin Nuo inside.

Qiu Tong's room was beautifully decorated, with many colorful paintings on the walls, her name written in the bottom right corner, clearly her own creations.

On the table was a half-eaten bowl of snail noodles, its strong smell permeating the room.

Qiu Tong, a bit embarrassed, tidied up the table and said, "Just leave the bowl on the table. I'll clean it up later."

Qin Nuo felt a bit awkward too. No wonder she hesitated when he asked to come in; barging into a girl's home was indeed a bit impolite.

"Well, I'll just wash the fruit and head back," Qin Nuo said, rubbing his nose. Qiu Tong merely nodded, seeming distracted.

After washing the grapes, he placed them in a glass bowl.

Qin Nuo rubbed his nose again and couldn't help but say, "Ms. Qiu, you should open the windows and doors. If the air doesn't circulate, the room will breed bacteria and make you sick."

As he spoke, he moved to open the balcony doors and windows, but Qiu Tong stopped him, saying, "No need, it's fine like this. The fruit is washed, so why don't you go back and rest? It's better for your health."

Qin Nuo agreed verbally, but something felt off.

Bang.

Suddenly, there was a thud against the door and window. Qin Nuo looked outside and, despite the barrier, could see a human silhouette.

"Is there someone on the balcony?" Qin Nuo was taken aback.

Qiu Tong glanced at the balcony, her eyes vacant, and said, "That's my boyfriend."

Then, she continued to usher him out, "Mr. Liang, you should go back now."

Since she insisted, Qin Nuo could only bid farewell and return to his room.

He initially thought Qiu Tong would be like Huang Xia, a crazy fangirl, but it seemed that wasn't the case.

So, Qiu Tong bringing chicken porridge was just a simple gesture of concern between colleagues, without any hidden romantic intentions?

Why was her boyfriend at the teachers' dormitory? Was he a teacher too?

But why hide on the balcony, was he introverted or something?

Qin Nuo shook his head, deciding not to dwell on Qiu Tong.

Just as he sat down, the game's announcement sounded in his mind: "Congratulations to the Host for completing the role-play 'visiting the female teacher next door,' gaining 5% role-play completion!"

The role-play completion surprised Qin Nuo. It indicated that Liang Zisu liked visiting Qiu Tong's room, but from the moment he entered, Qin Nuo clearly felt Qiu Tong's rejection, lacking the imagined goodwill.

Her face showed obvious distress and helplessness.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Qin Nuo seemed to see fear towards him in Qiu Tong's eyes!

Thinking of this, Qin Nuo was a bit stunned.

Damn, could it be that Liang Zisu is the simp, pursuing Qiu Tong?

But doesn't Liang Zisu have a girlfriend? Could he be a scumbag?

Qin Nuo felt his mind was a bit chaotic. Visiting Qiu Tong's place shattered much of his initial impression of Liang Zisu.

He now didn't know how to portray Liang Zisu.

"Brother, brother, brother, sleep!"

The parrot on the balcony called out again, hopping around in its cage as if urging Qin Nuo to sleep.

The parrot had all sorts of strange names for him, and Qin Nuo was used to it. Its reminder did make him feel a bit sleepy.

Qin Nuo lay on the bed, closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the sky outside the balcony was turning yellow and gradually dimming. The clock on the wall was nearing six o'clock.

He had only closed his eyes for a moment, yet he had slept for a full two and a half hours.

Feeling unwell and taking a day off was reasonable, but for Qin Nuo, it wasn't a good thing. He was playing a game, and without increasing his role-play completion, he was wasting game time, so he decided to go out for a walk.

He could also use the opportunity to meet people who knew Liang Zisu, helping Qin Nuo better understand what kind of person Liang Zisu was.

Sometimes, one's self-perception isn't accurate, as the brain subconsciously overlooks flaws and only sees strengths.

It's like when arguing with someone, even if you're wrong, your brain will subconsciously defend you, telling you that you're right.

Only others' evaluations of you are the most accurate and objective.

Standing at the door, just as he closed it, the door of the neighboring apartment opened.

An elderly man, about sixty years old, came out, holding a bag of garbage, sticky and a bit disgusting.

Seeing the old man, Qin Nuo was also taken aback. Wasn't this Li Xiaoming's former Chinese teacher? He didn't know his name, only that his surname was Liu, and students affectionately called him Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu smiled kindly at Qin Nuo, "Mr. Liang, where are you off to? Feeling better from the cold?"

"Just going out for a walk, staying cooped up isn't good. How about you, Mr. Liu?" Qin Nuo noticed the contents of the bag, resembling liquid food or vomit.

"Just taking out the trash, and buying my sweet granddaughter her favorite egg tart," Mr. Liu's face, full of wrinkles, beamed with a loving smile, reminding Qin Nuo of Mo Fang.

"Well, you go ahead, I'll head downstairs first."

Qin Nuo said, thinking that Liang Zisu had a good impression in Mr. Liu's eyes. Just as he turned to leave, a withered hand grabbed him.

"Mr. Liu?" Qin Nuo looked back at him. Despite the kind smile, paired with a face that seemed drained of moisture, dry like dead skin, it gave an inexplicable sense of horror.

At this moment, being grabbed, Qin Nuo's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

"Child, you've changed a lot. It seems my teachings back then were right."

"Remember, this world is beautiful. No matter what setbacks you face, always treat everyone around you kindly."

Mr. Liu's voice was hoarse, his cracked lips slowly curling into a smile.

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