I'm in high school, is my dating system working correctly?

You made a profit.

Although he didn't know in what form the system reward would be distributed this time, he was relieved that it was bound to come.

But Cheng Bailu, who was beside him, stared blankly at the "53" textbook in her arms. Her eyes struggled for a moment, then she pursed her lips and spoke solemnly.

There's something I feel I should make clear to you now.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yu looked over.

"Just consider this me talking to myself. I'm very grateful that you gave me this book, but I don't plan to date before the college entrance exam, so I'm sorry if my actions have caused you any misunderstanding."

As she spoke, she pushed the heavy copy of "The Five-Year Plan" in her hand toward Lu Yu.

"How about I return this book to you? You might find it useful."

Lu Yu did not take the book.

He could understand Cheng Bailu's thoughts.

The two met by chance. Lu Yu wrote out her exercise book and bought her a new one as compensation. Even if it was a little expensive, she could accept it as compensation without any guilt.

But Lu Yu's words just now gave the study guides in their hands a different meaning.

What was meant to be compensation has become a gift.

Behind the compensation lies apology, while the emotions behind the gift are indescribable.

Cheng Bailu did not want this ambiguity, nor did she want Lu Yu to have any illusions or develop expectations. Therefore, even if it was just a minor entanglement, she wanted to cut it off directly.

She is someone who likes the certainty of mathematics; one is one, two is two, and she has a very strong sense of boundaries.

"Don't overthink it. Just because you're pretty and have good grades doesn't mean everyone will want to date you."

Lu Yu pushed "53" back into Cheng Bailu's arms and gave a mocking sneer.

"Women only slow me down when I'm doing problems."

Recalling Lu Yu's frenzied state while doing his homework at noon, Cheng Bailu nodded slightly and did not refuse this time.

The two walked silently to the bus stop, one after the other, without mentioning anything about adding each other on QQ.

"I managed to get a seat, how about you?"

Lu Yu glanced at the No. 11 bus that was about to pull into the station.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Bailu looked up from her WeChat screen, glanced at the approaching car, then at the bus stop sign, and shook her head.

Lu Yu didn't hesitate and just followed the crowd onto the bus. Standing in front of Jiangcheng Middle School, he was still able to find a seat.

At the station, watching the bus carrying Lu Yu leave, Cheng Bailu glanced down at the message she had just sent to her family that she would be home late.

Then, when the next No. 11 bus arrived, she checked her phone and boarded the bus.

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"This girl can become my ex-girlfriend? Has the system lost its mind?"

Sitting in the last row of the bus by the window, Lu Yu looked at the book "Problem-Solving Awakening" in his hand and muttered something.

To him, this inexplicably appearing system was like a game. As long as he completed tasks, he would receive rewards, and there were no penalties for not completing the tasks. Even the side effects were quite helpful, so he definitely had to think about it.

The system's description is so wildly wrong that it feels like it's been drinking too much.

After all, if even the most basic thing like nationality is wrong, what can you expect from it?

Lu Yu searched for some information about the "kill line" and couldn't help but feel fortunate that he wasn't born in that country across the ocean. Otherwise, let alone system missions, even survival would be a struggle.

"Thank you, country."

Putting away his phone and tearing off the plastic wrap from the reference book, Lu Yu casually flipped through it. Inside were several sheets of paper: a user survey questionnaire, a booklet of key points, and a fancy Google form.

"Um?"

Lu Yu examined the paper carefully and discovered it was a back-to-school promotion for the set of supplementary teaching materials; in short, it was a lottery.

Scratch off the coating, enter the code in the mini-program, and you can enter a prize draw.

The highest prize is one thousand yuan.

"Are you lying in ambush for me here?"

Lu Yu had a vague idea of ​​what would happen next. He immediately scratched off the code, scanned the QR code to log in to the mini-program, and entered the string of code.

Sure enough, I won the lottery.

You have successfully claimed your reward. Keep up the good work and embrace a wonderful life!

After linking his bank card, Lu Yu withdrew the thousand yuan in a flash.

"Hmm, if I hadn't gone to the bookstore with Cheng Bailu, I wouldn't have bought this book, and I wouldn't have won the prize. So, the system reward did indeed arrive in my hands after I achieved my goal, and in such a discreet way."

To be honest, while the kind of system rewards that arrive instantly with a single tap, and where even the banking regulatory bureau can't detect any financial irregularities, are certainly impressive, this one is, in a sense, quite outrageous.

Having just confirmed his savings of 2075.7 yuan, Lu Yu's vision was once again filled with indifferent and cold words.

A freezing night is approaching. Only by finding a warm and sturdy place to stay can I avoid becoming a corpse the next day. Home, my sweet home, where are you?

[Mission: Find a warm place to stay and safely spend the night]

[Basic Reward: Unlock a daily check-in task]

"Emmm..."

Are there any everyday ones?

Lu Yu began searching for the recharge interface for monthly cards and premium monthly cards.

Unfortunately, this system doesn't seem to have any recharge options.

He pondered the current tasks and felt they could be roughly divided into two categories. One category was self-rescue under the kill line, which were all tasks related to food, clothing, shelter and transportation. The other category, which he would call "Little Head Stories" for now, was the ramblings of the repressed system head under its control.

Regardless, as long as he can successfully obtain the reward, Lu Yu doesn't mind taking a longer route.

Arrived at the station, got off the train.

Lu Yu's family lived in the factory compound. This area consisted of housing built by the factory in the early years, distributed outside the factory buildings, along with basic infrastructure such as a primary school, hospital, shopping mall, vegetable market, and even a small square used for showing open-air movies.

It is said that at its peak, this machine tool factory was almost like a small town, and some of the older generation of workers never left the factory's influence area even after retirement.

Lu Yu and Zhou Qianyun's grandfathers were among the first employees of the factory, and their fathers were childhood friends who knew each other very well.

Now, the machine tool factory has long since declined, moss has climbed all over the walls of the old building, and the blue glass is hazy. The kind of old-fashioned scenes of the millennium that you often see online are just a daily routine for Lu Yu.

As he passed by the small vegetable market near the entrance, he saw a familiar figure hesitating outside the window of a braised food shop.

"mom."

It wasn't some strange play; he was calling for his real mother, Feng Jiahe.

"Ah Yu, why are you only getting back now?"

Feng Jiahe was carrying groceries; she had just returned from get off work.

She works as a women's clothing sales assistant in a department store, working two shifts. If he's lucky, Lu Yu might even bump into her on the bus home.

Feng Jiahe is on the early shift today, so she can buy groceries and cook.

"Oh, I went to the book market."

Lu Yu skillfully took the dishes from his mother's hands, glanced at them, and saw loofah, potatoes, and green peppers. He could already foresee loofah soup and stir-fried potato shreds. If they were lucky, there might also be stir-fried green peppers with eggs. So what Feng Jiahe was looking for now was probably the meat dish for dinner.

"What do you want to eat tonight, roast duck or braised pork belly?"

Feng Jiahe glanced at the shop window and fell into a dilemma.

Half a roast duck costs 25 yuan, the same price as half a pound of braised pork belly. For them, it's clear they can only choose one.

But only children make choices. Lu Yu has made money today, so he chooses to have it all.

"Please weigh and chop this for me, and cut half a pound of that for me too."

Lu Yu spoke directly to the shop owner, then picked up his phone and smoothly scanned the code to pay.

The restaurant owner skillfully sliced ​​the roast duck, with a mobile phone hanging nearby. Lu Yu wondered if it was recording a video or live streaming. He figured the comments were probably something like "We can't possibly finish this" or "Is it Chinese New Year?"

"Did you find money? And buy so much groceries?"

Feng Jiahe turned to look at her son in surprise.

"You guessed right, we really found money."

As Lu Yu spoke, he switched his phone to the mini-program interface and showed it to Feng Jiahe.

"I went to the book fair to buy books today, and when I opened the package, I found I won a prize—a thousand dollars."

"Really? There are so many scammers these days, and students like you are the easiest to fool..."

Feng Jiahe looked at Lu Yu's phone with some skepticism.

The transfer record for 1,000 yuan is crystal clear.

"Wow, it's true! My son is so amazing!"

Feng Jiahe returned the phone to Lu Yu with a beaming smile, then turned around and confidently began directing the shop owner.

"We're all old acquaintances from the factory, could you give me some peanuts? And an extra packet of roast duck sauce too...?"

After taking the groceries home, Lao Lu was still at get off work. Feng Jiahe went into the kitchen to work, while Lu Yu went back to his room to do his homework.

I had just taken the exercises out of my bag when my phone vibrated and two QQ messages popped up.

It was sent by Zhou Qianyun.

Upon clicking, a photo appeared before my eyes. In the photo, Lu Yu and Cheng Bailu were walking side by side at the entrance of the book market, as if it had been secretly taken with the door lock.

Then came a text message.

[Shallow]: Did you really talk about it?

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