Chapter 331: It Sounds Like a Person with Zero Affinity

In the dim room.

MOKA held her phone tightly.

She waited for a long time before sending a message to Su Li.

She even checked to make sure the university student’s classes started at eight o’clock before sending the message.

She had tossed and turned all night.

MOKA wanted to drink to help herself sleep, but remembering her drunken antics, she gave up the idea.

Not only that, she also hired a janitor to clean her room thoroughly.

Su Li was her golden goose.

With Su Li around, MOKA felt her mental state had improved a lot.

At least she wasn’t as listless as before.

She even felt her mind was a bit more active.

She wondered whether the old method of drawing inspiration from Su Li would still work.

If not, she didn’t know how else to get inspiration for now.

MOKA took out her phone and scrolled through her compositions.

Before she knew it, she had been collaborating with Su Li for a long time.

They’d even created several wildly popular songs.

But…

In the past, she hadn’t wanted Su Li to be involved in this.

She was a genius singer.

And a genius composer.

So naturally, all the songs she wrote were the product of her own hard work and sweat.

Nothing to do with anyone else.

But now she suddenly wanted to bring Su Li into it.

If Su Li were added in and got to enjoy the glory, would she be happy?

MOKA stared at her phone.

She suddenly felt that if she abruptly dragged Su Li into her world,

Su Li would definitely be angry.

MOKA could only forcefully suppress that impulse.

But as she looked at the songs created together with Su Li, she hesitated for a moment, then still wanted to make a commemorative collection.

“You might not know me, but you’ve definitely heard my songs.”

MOKA typed the title with trembling fingers.

She had never let Su Li listen to the songs she’d written in the past.

Even though her songs were popular, she had never shown them to Su Li.

She thought Su Li might have heard her songs, but couldn’t recognize her.

MOKA suddenly felt a bit of anticipation.

Imagining Su Li’s expression when she heard her songs, the corners of her mouth lifted involuntarily.

If Su Li knew she was such an amazing person…

Would she change her opinion of her?

…

“With an online friend.”

Su Li said calmly.

Originally she wanted to say “a friend.”

But MOKA wasn’t her friend.

Even when speaking with many people, she would unconsciously call them friends.

But in reality, their relationship wasn’t that close.

And saying “online friend” instead of “friend” might also cut off Chi Qingyao’s next topic.

An online friend?

Chi Qingyao was startled.

She had thought Su Li would say “friend.”

A normal person would say “friend” when asked about something like that, right?

Only Su Li would define it so clearly.

Su Li really is different from normal people.

Chi Qingyao once again realized that Su Li was an NPC.

She figured Su Li spoke based on her affinity level.

An online friend was just an online friend.

It sounded like a person with zero affinity.

‘I wonder what my affinity is with Su Li… It should be higher than a passerby with zero affinity, right? After all, I’ve contributed quite a bit of money.’

But when it came to money, Chi Qingyao actually wasn’t confident.

The amount she’d spent on Su Li wasn’t even as much as what Keai Yuyu spent on one game.

And Keai Yuyu’s affinity with Su Li didn’t seem very high either.

Even though it was a game, not being able to see the affinity panel was frustrating for Chi Qingyao.

“Oh, I see.”

Chi Qingyao thought for a moment and noticed that Su Li had already put her phone on the desk and was focusing on the lecture.

In this state, it was impossible to trigger any events.

Chi Qingyao racked her brains but couldn’t think of anything to spend money on to get Su Li to accompany her.

Give Su Li a little more money to have her walk around campus with her?

But just that might increase affinity without unlocking any new CGs.

It felt like going through repeat scenes.

For her, it wouldn’t be a repetitive event, and she might even encounter something interesting.

But for Su Li, it would be different.

She’d just be mechanically accompanying her for a stroll around campus.

There was no need for that.

“Su Li, Su Li, are there any fun tourist spots in S City? Could you take me to see them?”

Chi Qingyao suddenly remembered she hadn’t really visited S City properly.

If Chi Qingya were in her place, she probably wouldn’t have visited either.

If she dragged her sister along, they could go sightseeing together.

Of course, bringing her sister along wasn’t just for that—she could also be her wallet.

Seeing Su Li turn her attention to her, Chi Qingyao continued,

“I’ll pay you.”

“Okay.”

Su Li agreed without hesitation.

…

Shen Cishu’s home.

On the living room wall hung several unfinished oil paintings, the dried paint forming scabs, the palette stained with dark red and cobalt blue smudges.

The rosewood bookcase was stuffed with hardcover art books, the gilded titles on their spines glowing with faded glory under the dim bedside lamp.

Half a cup of cold black tea sat on the tea table, the leaves at the bottom like withered butterfly specimens.

Shen Cishu stayed home, looking at the empty room.

She felt a bad taste in her heart.

She missed her mother.

If her mother were home, even if it made her feel noisy and annoyed,

at least the house would feel more alive.

Now it was too quiet at home.

So quiet that sometimes when she woke up in the middle of the night, she didn’t dare go to the toilet.

She could only huddle alone on the bed.

She took out her phone again and again, staring at the person she didn’t want to face.

Finally, she threw the phone aside.

A mother who can’t meet her needs is not a good mother.

She didn’t need a mother like that.

But she still needed a mother.

She missed her mother.

Shen Cishu fixed her eyes on the chat log with “Mother.”

She recalled the last unpleasant parting with “Mother.”

It was clearly all “Mother’s” fault, but she didn’t even try to comfort her.

Shen Cishu was very angry, so she hadn’t contacted her for a long time.

But the other party seemed to have forgotten her.

Recently, because she hadn’t eaten “Mother’s” cooking, she had lost her appetite.

She wanted to eat her mother’s home-cooked food.