[World 05] : Online dating

 The dangers of a C-level world are minimal, and the host has few missions in the later stages, mostly spending her time traveling and being pampered. Logically, she shouldn't need much rest or adjustment.

However, after leaving the world and returning to the Quick Transmigration Bureau, Song Yu stayed in her apartment for four consecutive days without mentioning entering the next world.

009 found this slack attitude acceptable; after all, the protagonists of the previous world were incredibly sassy, ​​full of witty remarks and prone to causing trouble. Although there was little danger, the host had been bullied several times, so a little rest and adjustment was understandable.

However, two more days passed, and Song Yu still didn't mention entering the next world, even subtly asking if she could change worlds.

009 then realized that it wasn't that the host didn't want to work, but rather that she didn't want to wear a skirt.

009: [Sorry, host, the current system is not at the level where you can freely choose a world. If you can successfully reclaim the next world, your points will be enough for you to freely choose a world.]

Song Yu lay on her pillow, drooping her eyelids as she thought: [Didn't you upgrade once before?] 009

: "That upgrade was to enhance the five senses."

Song Yu responded with an "Oh."

He didn't know that even 009 was now lying—saying it enhanced the five senses, it actually only upgraded the sense of smell, just to smell his scent.

However, during this time, 009's void space was quite lively.

After the new fragments were collected, the original inhabitants, driven mad with jealousy, were very resistant.

Some of the new fragments were the type whose personalities were easily provoked, and after being ridiculed, they started talking about seeing their wives wearing stockings and skirts.

In the end, the space was chaotic and a mess, and 009 lost two more properties.

The fragments appealed for a change of world, while also bribing 009 to buy Song Yu skirts to help him get used to the new world and take some photos, which they were willing to do.

009 thought that it could see anyway, so it seriously rejected these requests. And its filter for the main god shattered completely, and it began to consider changing jobs in the future.

Seeing that 009 wasn't urging him to work, Song Yu pretended to be oblivious and let the days pass by. Two

more days went by like this.

At noon, Song Yu went to the restaurant to buy lunch. After finding an empty seat, he overheard two unfamiliar colleagues gossiping beside him.

"Why hasn't there been any news about the Supreme God yet? Could it be..."

"Don't talk nonsense like that, be careful."

"But wasn't there a time before when his soul was imprisoned and thrown into the human world? Could it be the same this time?"

"Even if that happened, the Supreme God definitely has the ability to return. Look, he returned immediately that time, didn't he? And those traitors were all dealt with."

...

Then the two changed the subject.

Song Yu absentmindedly finished his meal and returned to his apartment, unable to resist asking 009: [Has something really happened to the Supreme God?]

009: ...

009: Something has happened, but this time it's because I've developed a split personality.

Seeing that it didn't speak, Song Yu assumed there was a real problem. After a moment of silence, he urged 009: [Then let's go to the next world to do a mission.] 009

: [Host, didn't you say you didn't want to? What...]

Song Yu: [Weren't you the God's work system before? You could only go to him after I finished my work here, right?]

009 was moved to tears, but it no longer wanted to consider those fragments its master.

It wanted a new master.

Burying this thought in its heart, 009 took its host into the next world.

*

When Song Yu opened his eyes, he was in a changing room. The door was closed, but it couldn't block out the noise outside.

The lighting was dim, mixed with the smell of alcohol.

He looked down and found that he was wearing a shirt and trousers, with an employee badge on the right side of his chest with his name on it.

009 immediately sent him the information.

[This world is set in modern times and has no supernatural elements. The protagonist is a typical freshman in college. After meeting the protagonist in a game, the two started an online romance.] However, the protagonist's game account was a secondary account his sister didn't want, registered as female. The protagonist, a straight man, discovered after meeting the seemingly aloof online girlfriend that she was actually a more rugged man than himself, and couldn't accept it, so they broke up. [

However, the protagonist had already fallen in love with the protagonist and relentlessly pursued him. On the other hand, the protagonist's childhood friend, two years older than him, confessed to him after he got drunk. After some emotional struggle, the protagonist finally resolved his inner conflict with the protagonist, accepted him, and achieved a happy ending.]

After reading the information, Song Yu couldn't find a suitable role for himself.

He stared at the information again, somewhat bewildered: [Where am I?]

009: [You are the protagonist's inner conflict, the incompetent office worker who used a female account to deceive him into an online romance, turning the protagonist from an ordinary straight man into a homophobic, which caused setbacks in the relationship between the protagonist and the seme.]

Song Yu looked down at his employee badge and uniform.

He was indeed an office worker.

Song Yu was only 20 years old in the real world and hadn't even had an internship yet. He was a little nervous: [I've never worked before, can I do a good job?] 009

: [Your current job is a bartender, no need to use your brain.]

Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

The current information is very limited, and the timeline is early. Not to mention the main characters meeting, he and the main character haven't even met yet, so he doesn't need to wear a skirt for now.

Song Yu closed the file, looked down and smelled his sleeves. The cheap shirt, with loose threads, smelled of alcohol and felt damp.

The boy wrinkled his nose in disgust.

There was a simple sink in the changing room. He went over, squeezed some hand soap into his palm, and the faint scent of sweet orange masked the smell of alcohol.

After washing his hands, he looked up and glanced at himself in the mirror.

The boy in the mirror had fair skin and bright eyes, but there were faint bruises under his eyes, and his hair was messy, as if he hadn't had time to groom himself. He

still looked very young, like a student working part-time.

In every world, Song Yu uses his own body, but in previous worlds, his identity was that of a young master, which was still in line with the setting.

"Will I still be in this body when I become a corporate slave this time?"

009 immediately explained: "[You're only twenty years old in this world, and you were in university before.]

[You and your younger brother, who grew up in the orphanage, depended on each other. He recently got a girlfriend, but she's a gambler and has racked up huge debts. After asking you to be their guarantor, they ran away to another city, leaving you alone. The debt collectors came looking for you repeatedly, so you had to drop out of school and rent a place to work and pay off your debts.]

[So you're not a scumbag in this world, but a poor, honest man.]"

"..."

Song Yu stared at the mirror, as if he could already see a huge "miserable" character on his face.

Fortunately, he was the kind of person who took things as they came, so he didn't complain. After wiping his hands clean, he tidied his hair a bit, revealing his eyes, and then found his wardrobe to change into his work clothes.

However, just as he unbuttoned two buttons, a commotion arose outside.

Someone pushed open the door with a "bang," and Song Yu's fingers paused as he looked towards the door.

Standing outside were several people wearing the same bar uniform as him. They

were probably also there to change.

Song Yu didn't know their names, so he looked away and continued unbuttoning his clothes.

Suddenly, the group surrounded him.

"Brother Chao, look at him! He doesn't leave even though we're here!"

Song Yu's eyes widened, his expression somewhat bewildered.

It seemed he didn't get along very well with these colleagues.

[Host, after you started working at this bar, the boss treated you well, and you secretly developed a crush on him. However, your crush was too obvious; everyone noticed and thought you were trying to curry favor.]

[These people are all straight men and have a very negative view of homosexuals.]

[In the original story, after being ridiculed by them, you gave up your crush and instead found the protagonist online.] 【

You don't need to pay attention to them.】

Song Yu: 【Hmm…】

These waiters were all nearly 1.9 meters tall; you'd think they were a group of athletes.

Song Yu was so crowded he could hardly breathe and had to open his mouth slightly.

He had wanted to change his clothes before leaving, but there was no way to do so now, so he tried to find a gap to leave. As he turned to the side, someone bumped into him, and he accidentally bumped into the chest of the person in front of him.

The other person felt as if they were wrapped in a soft, fragrant cotton candy, and their heart started pounding uncontrollably.

The others thought Song Yu did it on purpose.

“He probably wants to see us take our clothes off!”

“The boss is ignoring him, so he just wants to find someone else.”

“Luckily, I’m not gay. What’s so great about men?”

Amidst the cacophony of laughter, a muffled, soft voice rang out.

“Let, let me out…”

“Please…”

The group of tall men froze in place, as if struck by lightning, staring at Song Yu.

Perhaps due to shortness of breath, her beautiful cheeks were flushed, and the corners of her eyes were red. Her eyes were downcast, as if she were about to cry, looking like she had been badly bullied.

Suddenly, a boy next to her blushed and loudly said to the others, "What are you doing? Is it fun to bully the weak? Go do what you're supposed to be doing."

Song Yu, displeased, looked at the boy and said, "I'm not weak."

The boy was young and had never been in a relationship. Stared at by Song Yu's face, he blushed so much he could barely speak, finally managing only a mumbled "Oh."

In his heart, he thought, "Her wrists are so thin, her waist isn't even as thick as his thigh, how can she not be weak?

" The others felt a tingling sensation in their hearts, but also felt strange.

Had Song Yu looked like this before? She was usually quite quiet.

How did she suddenly… become so good at acting cute?

"Come on, come on, I'm changing clothes!" the boy said gruffly. Only then did the group shift their gaze from Song Yu, still whispering among themselves as they reached the door.

"Do all young boys like that wear cologne?"

"And their skin looks so fair."

"Their waists are so thin, you could probably wrap your arms around them with one hand. They probably aren't very strong."

"Why the hell are you staring at their waists?"

...

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly, his earlobes burned, and he only changed his clothes after the footsteps completely disappeared.

Afterwards, 009 told him that according to the original plot, he would be bullied and humiliated by several people. 009 had even prepared a protective umbrella and earplugs, but for some reason, those people left after saying a few meaningless words.

Song Yu's expression was fierce: [They said I was weak, and that I had a thin waist and no strength.]

009: ...

This doesn't seem to be the kind of humiliation it understands.

But the key plot point was finally over, and soon, 009 issued its first mission: [After being humiliated by several people, you felt unworthy of having a crush on the boss, so you threw away your diary and deleted the photos you secretly took.] This

reminded Song Yu of what he had done to Xie Zhiyan in the first world, but thankfully he wasn't a pervert in this world and didn't need to harass him.

Song Yu first opened his phone's photo album and, following 009's instructions, found the photos he had secretly taken.

The owner didn't come to the bar often, and when he did, he went straight to the second floor.

Song Yu had only managed to take a few blurry photos of his back.

In the dim light, he could only make out the man's tall stature and imposing presence, but not his face.

The task had a half-hour time limit and needed to be completed before work hours.

Song Yu quickly deleted the photos and found his diary in the closet.

There weren't many entries; he flipped through them casually, didn't look at them carefully, and tore them out page by page, throwing them into the trash.

Completing these tasks quickly earned him points.

This world had fewer career-related storylines; it was mostly about the main characters' romance.

Song Yu, playing the cannon fodder third lead, hadn't appeared many times and had few tasks, so each completed task earned him several times more points than in previous worlds.

*

The bar's working hours are from 10 PM to 2 AM.

Besides his job at the bar, Song Yu also had a part-time job at a convenience store during the day, from 9 am to 5 pm, with only half an hour for lunch.

Looking at his packed work schedule, Song Yu was incredulous.

How could he possibly have time for online dating?

The bartender's job was indeed, as 009 had said, mindless.

Song Yu had just started working; he didn't need to mix drinks or promote anything, just serve drinks to customers.

Finally, it was 2 pm.

Song Yu wasn't scheduled for a shift, so he could go home. His legs ached from standing, and he returned to the locker room with a furrowed brow.

Several of his colleagues couldn't help but stare at his face.

"Didn't you see how many customers were looking at him today?"

"Well, he's got that kind of charm, even his frown is beautiful."

"If I had money, I'd let him pour my drinks too."

...

Song Yu paid no attention to their whispers.

He changed back into his white T-shirt, making him look even younger. His slightly tired brows made him seem very good-natured, and his round, dull eyes looked innocent and honest.

It's like, no matter how unreasonable your demands are, he won't refuse you, no matter how difficult it is for him.

After putting her soiled work clothes into a bag, Song Yu left through the back door of the bar.

This bar is located near the university campus, and it's usually crowded on weekends. Today is Wednesday, so naturally there aren't many people on the street.

Song Yu walked out of the alley and subconsciously wanted to hail a taxi, but was warned by OOC (Out of Character).

[Host, you're an orphan, and you're used to being frugal. Besides, you have debts now, so you definitely won't take a taxi home.]

Song Yu had no choice but to walk back.

Fortunately, his place wasn't far, only a twenty-minute walk.

He rented a low-rent apartment building. The floors were low, with ten rooms on each floor, housing more than a dozen people. The walls were severely damaged, the security was chaotic, and the streetlights in the complex had been broken for over a year without being repaired.

The people coming and going were a mixed bag, and there was no soundproofing; almost every sound could be heard through the floors.

Song Yu was really tired this time and wanted to go home, wash up quickly, and go to sleep.

But when he got home, he saw a blood-red stain on the wall and screamed softly in fright.

009: [Host, don't be afraid, it's paint.]

Song Yu: "..."

It seems the debt collectors really know how to splash paint.

009: [The landlord will be here the day after tomorrow. You'll need to find a way to remove the paint before then.]

Song Yu pursed his lips and hummed in agreement.

His rented apartment was tiny, just a small bedroom of a few square meters, cluttered with a lot of things.

Song Yu started bargaining with 009: [Would quitting one of my jobs be considered OOC?]

009 checked: [Yes.]

Song Yu pleaded softly: [I can eat very little.]

The boy lay on the table, looking pitiful, even the AI ​​felt a pang of sympathy. 009 secretly used its points to clear up the misunderstanding before replying: [Yes, you can. But you can only quit your daytime convenience store job; the bar job is part of the plot.]

Song Yu finally regained some energy.

He ignored the mess in the room and prepared to take a change of clothes to shower.

But when he opened the wardrobe, a row of women's clothing was hanging there.

Song Yu: "..."

[Host, don't worry, you don't have a cross-dressing fetish. These were left behind by your brother's girlfriend when she ran away, and many of these things belong to them. You're very good to your brother; you not only helped him pay off his debts but also firmly believed they would come back, so you didn't throw these things away.]

Song Yu frowned.

He stretched out his slender white fingers, parted the row of messy skirts, and found his own clothes in a plastic box inside the wardrobe.

The amount of information he received today was overwhelming, leaving Song Yu dizzy.

He stopped thinking about it, grabbed a clean towel and pajamas, and went to the bathroom.

This apartment had a communal bathroom shared by more than ten people, and of course, there were also rooms with private bathrooms, but those cost 300 more.

Because it was a communal bathroom, Song Yu showered quickly, only taking a few minutes to rinse off.

After returning to his room, he sorted his toiletries and dirty clothes, then, as if suddenly remembering something, ran out of the room with a flushed face.

The bathroom door was already closed; it seemed someone had gone in.

Song Yu stood at the door, not hearing the showerhead, but rather a sound from the sink. He guessed the person might not be taking a shower, so he cautiously knocked on the door.

Soon, the door opened from the inside.

Standing there was a dark-skinned man wearing a black vest, very tall, almost touching the doorframe.

He had a short haircut, bulging muscles, and prominent veins on his arms, looking very strong.

Song Yu was a little afraid of this kind of powerful man.

He slowly raised his face.

Even with his dark skin, it wasn't hard to see that the man had handsome features, and his straight nose made his face look particularly masculine. Moreover

, his face wasn't indifferent; instead, it had a hint of honesty.

009: [Host, his name is Zhao Ran. He came to the city to work and is a supporting character with even less screen time than you.]

Song Yu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief: "Hello... I left something inside."

Zhao Ran was stunned. He had only moved in yesterday and hadn't expected that there would be a beautiful person living here.

And a man at that.

Especially when those eyes looked over, they were round and bright.

More beautiful than the village beauty.

Zhao Ran's face inexplicably flushed. Realizing what had happened, he stammered, "Um...you, you take it."

Song Yu whispered "thank you," then slipped past Zhao Ran, squeezed through the gap beside him, ran to the showerhead, and quickly grabbed a small piece of fabric hanging on the stainless steel shelf.

It was...it was underwear.

Zhao Ran's face burned even hotter.

Soon, the handsome boy left with his head down, and he immediately stepped aside.

A faint floral scent wafted into his nose.

Zhao Ran was stunned for a while before closing the door and starting to brush his teeth.

But the image of the boy grabbing the underwear kept replaying in his mind.

It was such a small piece.

His own seemed to be more than twice the size of the boy's.

*

After retrieving the forgotten underwear and putting it in the basin, Song Yu finally felt at ease and went to sleep.

He was probably too tired; he slept very soundly, but still woke up at eight o'clock.

At nine o'clock, he arrived at the convenience store on time and told the manager about his resignation. Since they weren't short-staffed, the boss paid him his wages on the spot.

The total was 1500 yuan.

Looking at the meager transfer amount, Song Yu suddenly missed his previous life as a rich kid.

He didn't dare spend recklessly, calculating his assets; including this newly received salary, he only had a little over 8000 yuan.

According to 009, he gave his part-time job money and scholarships to his younger brother, hoping he would use them to learn a skill, but his brother immediately spent the money on his girlfriend.

Song Yu didn't dare spend recklessly, so he bought a discounted bento box at the convenience store to take home.

He had originally planned to have a day off from his bar work that night, allowing him to rest properly, but 009 immediately sent him a task.

[You need to add the protagonist's WeChat before midnight tonight.]

After finishing lunch, Song Yu tidied up his room a bit and turned on his computer.

In the original story, he was depressed for a while due to dropping out of school and being chased by debt collectors, and became addicted to the virtual world, just as the protagonist was playing this game.

Song Yu opened the game forum and, sure enough, there was a wildly popular post at the top.

The reason was that the protagonist (the uke) had lost a bet with his roommate, and as agreed, his roommate had posted a "seeking a girlfriend" ad on the forum.

[Roommate, male, S University's campus heartthrob, 187cm tall, big chest, abs, currently looking for a girlfriend. Interested single girls can add him.]

He also attached his social media account and a half-body photo.

The half-body photo didn't show his face, only his neck and waist; he was wearing a black hoodie, and even in a blurry, candid shot, he exuded a handsome aura.

Song Yu opened the large image and stared at the hands for a while.

009 said that in the original plot, he had the audacity to pretend to be a girl and add the bar owner he had a crush on because those hands resembled hers. Turns out,

she was just a stand-in…

Song Yu was somewhat relieved. Luckily, the protagonist stopped contacting him after realizing he was a boy; otherwise, knowing he'd not only been deceived but was also a stand-in, she probably would have really come after him.

Song Yu opened his phone and added the other person's social media account.

These accounts didn't require the other person's consent to add, similar to private messages on Weibo.

But there was a high probability they wouldn't even look at them.

He tried sending some flirtatious messages.

Xiaoyu: [Hello.]

Xiaoyu: [What are you doing?]

Xiaoyu: [Are you from S University? Me too.]

Xiaoyu: [What's your major?]

After sending several messages, as expected, the other person didn't even look at them.

Song Yu sighed softly.

He slumped over the table for ten minutes and sent another seemingly pointless flirtatious message.

Still no response.

Song Yu glanced at the time; thankfully, it was only 2 PM.

He took a nap, then got up to wash and hang up the clothes, and only started to panic at 10 PM.

There were still two hours until the deadline. The other person had read his messages, but didn't reply.

Adding him on WeChat was out of the question.

Desperate, Song Yu searched for pickup lines on 009's site.

He tried them one by one, but still no response.

009: [Host, the protagonist, Tan Yue, is from a wealthy family and has excellent grades. He seems aloof and is used to being pampered. He wouldn't even acknowledge a love letter, let alone a pickup line.]

Song Yu's eyes reddened with worry: [Then, what should I do…]

Ignoring the restless fragments in the space, 009 prompted the host: [Take a look at pickup line number ten.]

Song Yu scrolled down the screen.

—Tenth: Men are all perverts; send him a half-covered photo of your legs.

*

On the small bed in the rented room.

A dozen or so cheap dresses were piled up like a small mountain, and a boy wearing only a baggy T-shirt sighed beside them.

…They're all so short.

009 reminded him: [Host, it's almost eleven o'clock.]

Song Yu bit his lower lip and reluctantly found a short, tiered cake dress with tulle.

After putting it on, he noticed there was a lace ribbon.

Thinking of the previous world, Song Yu asked: [Is it around the neck?]

009: [That's a leg ring.]

Song Yu hummed in confusion, his expression somewhat bewildered.

[It's the one that goes around the thigh.]

Song Yu hesitated: [Should I wear it?]

009 was silent for a moment: [To increase the probability of mission completion, it is recommended that the host wear it.]

Hearing 009 say this, Song Yu endured the embarrassment and fastened the ribbon around his thigh.

It was a bit tight.

Song Yu wasn't good at finding angles, and several photos mostly showed his upper body, which wasn't ideal. Later, he simply handed the task of taking photos over to 009.

009 was a professional: [Taken, already sent.] Song

Yu: "?"

He opened the photo, his cheeks flushing.

He muttered a complaint: "What kind of photo is this...?"

The photo only showed a skirt and a pair of slender legs.

The skirt was short, white, pure and sheer. The two legs under the skirt were fair and long, the thighs showing some soft flesh, glistening and smooth, with a faint pink hue under the skin.

Song Yu felt incredibly embarrassed. He had kept his legs together to avoid showing too much skin, but the angle 009 took the photo from looked rather inappropriate.

However, soon.

"Host, Tan Yue has replied to you."

Song Yu was surprised.

Had he actually gotten away with it?

He immediately opened his phone. Tan Yue's message was concise and clear: "Is this you?"

Song Yu temporarily put aside his embarrassment and, while the iron was hot, had 009 take a few more photos and send them over.

He desperately used the flirting skills he had just learned—

"It's me, brother."

"Can I add you on WeChat?"

He added a very cute emoji.

Five minutes later.

Song Yu successfully added Tan Yue on WeChat.

Mission accomplished.

After her tense nerves relaxed, Song Yu felt a little tired. Then, the other person sent a message: 【Anything else?】

Song Yu: "..."

Thinking of those skirts so short they barely covered her thighs, Song Yu felt a little resistant, so she pretended not to know: 【What?】

Tan Yue was very direct: 【A photo of you in a skirt.】

Changing a skirt was tiring, and the other skirts were all too short. Song Yu thought for a moment and decided to steer the conversation elsewhere.

【I saw your photo on the forum.】

【Very handsome.】

【I really like you.】

Song Yu continued editing—"I want to see your hands," but couldn't finish editing "hands."

Xiao Yu: 【I want to see yours】

Song Yu immediately wanted to retract it, but the other person had already seen it.

Tan Yue: 【?】

Song Yu immediately retracted it.

Xiao Yu: 【It's late, brother, get some rest】

Xiao Yu: 【Goodnight】

On the other side.

S University male dormitory.

Tan Yue stared at the chat box.

Seeing his furrowed brow, his roommate joked, "You don't need to make that face while watching porn, do you?"

Tan Yue ignored him. After a while, he asked the other person, "What does your... mean?"

His roommate exclaimed "Huh?" and then grinned mischievously, "A girl sent it to you? You're so bold! What else could it be? It's... you know!"

Tan Yue paused, then expressionlessly deleted the WeChat contact he had just added, named "Little Fish."

Another one lusting after him!

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