My Yellow Hair App / Pure Love Warrior's Yellow Hair System

"I don't even want to see what happens next." Hashimoto Arina pouted. "Let this innocent and pure love stay at its most beautiful moment. If I see a tragedy, I'll definitely become depressed."

“There’s no tragedy,” Shirakawa Natsu said with a smile. “The male and female protagonists will live happily ever after.”

"After all, happiness is the main theme of love."

Hashimoto Arina paused for a moment, then immediately reached out and patted his head: "Seriously, what are you pretending to be, acting all grown up?"

After she finished speaking, she stood up and reached out to help Shirakawa Natsu make the bed.

Shirakawa Natsu secretly took out her phone, opened the app to peek at the favorability rating, which had risen two points from 76 to 78.

We're only two points away from 80.

It seems the plan was correct; this is the first step. The next step is to use this as an opportunity to increase the time we spend together.

An increase of only two points is to be expected; once favorability reaches a certain level, it becomes increasingly difficult to increase.

Hashimoto Arina had already tidied up the bedside table and casually tossed a few wads of toilet paper into the trash.

After the toilet paper was removed, a small card lay quietly on the table, depicting a young woman in an indecent nurse's uniform striking a provocative pose.

Hashimoto Arina paused for a moment, then looked down at the crumpled paper she had just thrown into the trash can.

There was a moment of awkwardness. He had forgotten about the card; Miyuki had left it on the bedside table yesterday. "I had a bit of a cold last night."

"Remember to drink more hot water." Hashimoto Arina's expression didn't change. She tucked her long hair, which had fallen loose from bending over, behind her ear and continued to tidy up the counter for him, ignoring the small card.

She wasn't embarrassed, but Bai Chuanxia was. He was only worried about losing the goodwill he had worked so hard to build up.

Hashimoto Arina carefully tidied up around his bed, stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled, "Alright, another pleasant day."

Before leaving, she poured a full pot of hot water for Shirakawa Natsumi.

Bai Chuanxia watched her departing figure, feeling utterly exhausted. She took out her phone, wanting to see how much favorability she had lost this time.

But the large number 82 above made him wonder if he was seeing things.

I rubbed my eyes, looked at it again, and confirmed that it was after 82. I felt terrible. Why did I only add 2 points after working so hard and racking my brains to draw it for so long?

But after seeing the small card, why did four points inexplicably increase?

A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; Shirakawa Natsu says she can't understand it.

But now that the affection level is already 80, there might be a chance of acceptance if I confess.

Shirakawa Natsu closed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the bed; he still needed to wait for an opportunity.

A week has passed, and Shirakawa Natsu has been chatting with Hashimoto Arina frequently, using manga as a starting point.

Their conversations gradually expanded to cover all aspects of life.

"So, was it because of her father that Sister Cai became a doctor?" Shirakawa Natsu sat on a wooden chair by the lawn.

The sun is shining brightly today, and it feels wonderfully warm against your skin.

“Yes, because I grew up in this hospital.” Hashimoto Arina sat to the side, looking at the hospital building, her eyes filled with a variety of emotions.

“Back then, my dad often had to stay up very late because of surgeries, and I would stay in his office after school.”

"It must have been tough." Shirakawa Natsu looked at the hospital building, which showed many signs of renovation and had been in operation for quite some time.

"No~" Hashimoto Arina turned her head and smiled sincerely: "The nurses in the hospital are all very nice. They share their bento boxes with me. I have always felt that I am a lucky person. Becoming a doctor has always been my dream, and now my dream has come true."

"Hmm." Shirakawa Natsu secretly glanced at her phone. After taking the initiative these past few days, their favorability rating had reached 93.

He originally planned to confess his feelings when he reached 90, but he couldn't find the opportunity.

As the two were talking, an elderly man with gray hair pushed a wheelchair over from the lawn, and an elderly woman with similarly gray hair was sitting in the wheelchair.

When the old lady saw Hashimoto Arina, she smiled broadly and asked the old man to push her over, saying, "Dr. Arina, thank you for your help with my husband's matter."

"Hehe, does Grandma Tanaka still feel bloated?" Hashimoto Arina also stood up, walked over enthusiastically, squatted down, and held the old lady's hand to ask.

Shirakawa Natsu was also infected by this smile and couldn't help but smile back. She had encountered this situation many times in the past few days.

Hashimoto Arina is very popular at the hospital. She can accurately call out the name of every patient, remember their symptoms, and can recite them off the top of her head.

Out of curiosity, Shirakawa Natsu asked Hashimoto Arina how she did it.

“Of course, it’s because of my passion.” Hashimoto Arina’s face shone as she spoke.

"Looks like I'll have to postpone my confession again." Shirakawa Natsu looked at the 93's affection level. If this were a game, this level of affection would be enough to unlock all sorts of poses.

But reality isn't a game, and Shirakawa Natsu is a bit of a follower of her heart.

"What are you thinking about? You're so focused. I've called you several times already." Hashimoto Arina called out from the side, "It's time to go back."

"It's alright." Shirakawa Natsumi smiled. Wait a little longer, find a suitable opportunity, and building goodwill is a relative matter.

After spending these days together, he has gained a new understanding of this easy-going older sister: she is thoughtful, gentle, and strong.

It would be a blessing to date a woman like that.

“Let’s go.” Hashimoto Arina naturally took his arm, slowed her pace, and followed beside him.

The ward was on the second floor. As the two entered the stairwell, they encountered two nurses chatting there.

"Have you heard? Dr. Tanaka's punishment has been announced. He's been suspended, just as expected."

"Yes, it's immoral to prey on a married patient, and to make such a big fuss about it, even if Dr. Tanaka isn't suspended from duty, he'll probably have to resign."

Shirakawa Natsumi pouted. What a coincidence! These two nurses were gossiping in the corridor last week about this doctor named Tanaka.

I ran into them today, and they were gossiping again. Last time it was just a rumor, but this time it's confirmed.

"Arina, doctor." The two greeted Hashimoto Arina with smiles as they saw her helping Shirakawa Natsu over.

Hashimoto Arina returned the greeting with a smile, and the two had already sent out a notice about their gossip, so there was no problem.

Hashimoto Arina escorted Hyakukawa Natsu to his hospital bed, and after seeing him lie down, she gave him a few more instructions before leaving.

Over the next three days, Shirakawa Natsu finished drawing the entire "Tsuki ga Kirei" (The Moon is Beautiful). The final ending shows the male and female protagonists getting married and having children, standing together with their families and holding their children for a group photo.

Just like Hashimoto Arina said, the kind of love she longed for was simple and pure.

Shirakawa Natsu took the manuscript to Hashimoto Arina's office. He was having some difficulty walking, but because he was in a good mood, he didn't feel tired.

Pushing open the office door, Hashimoto Arina was lying on the desk. Seemingly sensing that the door had been opened, she quickly sat up from her seat.

In the instant she looked up, Shirakawa Natsu saw tears in her eyes, but she quickly covered them with her hand: "Sorry, sorry, I was half asleep at noon."

As she spoke, she rubbed her eyes with her hand, and when she lowered her hand, her usual smile had returned as she looked at Shirakawa Natsu holding the manuscript:

"Wow, the finale has been released? Is it a happy ending for the whole family? If not, I absolutely cannot accept it."

Chapter 5 Let the Brothers Have Fun

“Yes, a happy ending.” Shirakawa Natsu handed over the drawing in her hand, noticing the phone on the table. Hashimoto Arina doesn’t usually use her phone.

The item now casually tossed aside is the one from when she was on the phone with someone, and the damp stains on her sleeves confirm this suspicion, as she slumped over the table and started crying. This continued until he came in.

"Did Sister Cai seem to be in a bad mood because she encountered a difficult patient?"

Hashimoto Arina also noticed the tear stains on her sleeve and covered her forehead with her hand: "Seriously, I originally wanted to maintain the image of a cheerful older sister who bravely faces difficulties, but now you've seen my vulnerable side. Just laugh if you want to."

After she finished speaking, she spread her hands indifferently, revealing an expression that said, "You can laugh at me all you want."

Shirakawa Natsumi wasn't bothered by her changing the subject and said jokingly, "If you encounter any difficulties, Sister Cai, you can tell me. Don't let my appearance fool you, I'm actually very, very rich."

Although he drew comics with malicious intent, those works still brought him considerable profits.

"Don't talk like a rich old man, you jerk~" Hashimoto Arina looked up and tapped him on the head before waving her hand: "It's not a big deal, I'll handle it."

"Yes..." Shirakawa Natsu lowered her voice and tentatively asked, "About your boyfriend?"

He remembers the day he received the app, he overheard two nurses gossiping in the hallway, one of whom mentioned seeing Hashimoto Arina get into a Porsche driven by two young, handsome men.

Hashimoto Arina's cheerful smile gradually faded, slowly transforming into a kind, elder-like smile: "Adults have their own troubles too."

In that instant, Shirakawa Natsu clearly sensed that beneath her smile lay a river. The two stood on opposite sides of the river, able to see each other and chat happily, but unable to reach the other side.

"I'm not a child!" Shirakawa Natsumi exclaimed anxiously. Aside from the system's rewards, he also secretly harbored feelings for this cheerful older sister. Now wasn't the right time, but the system's 93-point favorability rating gave him a glimmer of hope: "I...I like..."

Before I could say it, a small hand covered my lips.

Hashimoto Arina's eyes showed panic, fear, and helplessness. She looked at him and shook her head slightly.

A sense of frustration rose in Shirakawa Natsumi's heart. She reached out and grabbed her arm, trying to pull it away, but did not use force.

He read a plea in Hashimoto Arina's eyes, a fear and helplessness stemming from the fear of losing something.

Shirakawa Natsu's heart softened instantly, and her arms gradually loosened.

The two stared at each other until Shirakawa Natsu showed signs of difficulty breathing. Hashimoto Arina quickly let go, hurriedly stood up, and gently patted his back. She was no longer as composed as usual and seemed flustered: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Natsu, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Shirakawa Natsu reached out to stop her, took a few deep breaths to calm her breathing, and then smiled: "It's okay. I was just about to say that I like this ending, and I believe that Sister Yuzuri will like it too."

Hashimoto Arina paused, looking at the drawing. Unlike her usual sketches, this one was clearly more meticulously crafted, making the figures appear more three-dimensional. Every line seemed to be infused with emotion, as if the figures were about to come to life.

"I'm here today to deliver the artwork. Once Sister Cai has seen it, remember to give me your feedback." After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and turned to walk towards the door.

Hashimoto Arina didn't come to see him off this time, and after watching Shirakawa Natsu walk out the door, a worried expression appeared on her face.

She walked cautiously to the door, peeking out half her face until she watched Shirakawa Natsu slowly enter the ward before turning her gaze away.

She sat back down at her desk, picked up the drawing, and began to look at it carefully, her hand stroking the texture of the paper. It was as if she could see the boy, filled with expectation, pouring his emotions into each stroke, outlining the ending she wanted to see.

As I flipped through the manuscript, a few tears fell onto the pages.

Hashimoto Arina was instantly flustered, frantically wiping away tears from the drawing with her sleeve, afraid of damaging it.

In the hospital room, Shirakawa Natsu lay on the bed in a daze, beginning to question the meaning of life.

The 93 favorability rating on the app was definitely not his illusion.

He even suspected that the favorability rating was based on a 1000-point system; otherwise, according to the normal game settings, one should be able to reach 93 points of favorability.

They've already reached a point where they can coordinate well and pose in any way they want.

But reason quickly dismissed this conjecture; if the maximum score is 1,000, then the items that can be redeemed in the shop could never be in the double digits.

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense for him to empty the entire store after conquering just one target.

Without a doubt, the APP is rated on a 100-point scale.

But why would a confession with a favorability rating as high as 93 still fail? Shirakawa Natsumi was completely baffled.

He pondered this until the afternoon, when Miyuki came to the ward to retrieve the original manuscript.

"What are you thinking about? You seem distracted." Miyuki still had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth as he stood by the bed. At 1.79 meters tall, with his long legs, he appeared even more imposing, like a model who had just stepped out of a fashion show.

Unable to come up with an answer, Shirakawa Natsu asked, as a last resort, "If a girl has a very high level of affection for you, if 100 is a perfect score and she's already at 93, why would she reject your confession?"

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Miyuki, hoping to hear a constructive answer from her.

But he soon noticed that Miyuki's eyes were full of pity as she looked at him. After a long while, she said, "Is it possible that her feelings for you are just your illusion, and you just think that she has feelings for you?"

"..." Shirakawa Natsumi's lips twitched. He knew that Miyuki must be thinking of him as a delusional person right now.

But the situation was awkward; he couldn't very well take out his phone, point to the 93% favorability rating on it, and shove it in her face.

Seeing his resentful gaze, Miyuki seemed to realize she had been too direct. She punched her head with her fist and casually sat down by the bedside with her legs spread wide.

"First of all, it is impossible to accurately express the degree of favorability in the form of numbers in reality, because many times we may not know our own feelings."

After listening, Shirakawa Natsu's eyes lit up, as if she had grasped something, and she quickly said, "Go on."

Miyuki took out a lighter from her pocket, intending to light a cigarette, but then, remembering that this was a hospital, she played with the lighter in her hand: "Even if you really like someone, there are many other factors, such as different views on life, different genders, blood relations, or the other person being married."

"I see!" Shirakawa Natsu felt as if he had been constipated for a week and then took a laxative, and suddenly everything became clear, and his body felt unblocked.

Yes, reality isn't a game. In a game, once your affection level reaches a certain point, you can make any request to the other person, and the female protagonist won't refuse.

But reality is different; even if someone likes something, other factors will be considered.

After receiving the mobile app, he made the mistake of thinking like a gamer, focusing only on marveling at the system's wonders while ignoring real-world factors.

Shirakawa Natsu began to list out the potential problems between the two.

With a six-year age gap between the two, the relationship between the patient and the doctor would be considered a violation of public morals.

Medically speaking, he was a patient who could die at any moment.

Hashimoto Arina also has a rumored boyfriend.

After listing these things, Shirakawa Natsu seemed deflated, her body went limp, and she fell backward onto the hospital bed.