My beautiful girl information is updated at any time

My beautiful girl information is updated at any time

Author: Fu Jun, the Dreamer

Summary:

In his third year of high school, Lin Mo suddenly sees a constant stream of updated information. He thinks it's the golden finger that will lead him to the pinnacle of his life, but he finds that the information is somewhat niche...

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The mean childhood sweetheart in the foster family actually fell deeply in love with him in a strange way...

The aloof girl who loves her childhood is actually a severe case of Chuunibyou. She is so naive that she has no concern for reality, yet she is reluctant to leave him alone in the world...

The seemingly perfect Bai Yueguang is actually pursuing a strange and exciting youth and plans to make a youthful gamble with him...

The gentle and kind girl next door is actually on the verge of collapse, but she still smiles at him...

After going through so much hardship,

On the day of graduation, the girls stood under the cherry trees, wearing pure white school uniforms and high black ponytails, smiling and looking beautiful.

Chapter 1 You're being... by your childhood sweetheart...

In the bedroom, the boy was sweating profusely.

Lin Mo is going through something terrifying.

Something filthy is watching him.

Since yesterday, 404 error messages have been popping up in his head, and he's been trying to figure out if he's been forcing himself to visit any random websites lately...

You are being spied on.

You are being spied on.

The voyeur rewarded himself and then continued to voyeurize.

The other person rewarded themselves again, feeling pleased with your appearance.

God the hell rewarded himself? What kind of reward would require spying on him?!

A dojo is also a path, and winning by hand is also winning?

These days, can the brain get infected with a virus? Is it too late to download a bird wallpaper into my brain and fight fire with fire?

He discovered that as long as he left the bedroom, the warning pop-up window would no longer appear, which meant that only his bedroom was hiding something that was spying on him day and night.

He searched the entire bedroom but couldn't find anything wrong. He thought he had gone crazy, but just as he passed Aunt Zhao's house next door, a pop-up window appeared again:

Aunt Zhao was having an affair with Uncle Wang next door, without her husband's knowledge.

Lin Mo was stunned. He immediately called Aunt Zhao's husband, who was working the night shift, to confirm. The husband was very angry and said he had suspected it for a long time. How could his son be as black as coal?!

But Uncle Wang isn't Black either...

Why? It's so hard to guess.

This incident confirmed to him that the pop-up in his head was true.

Therefore, the dirt in the bedroom is real.

【Ding! 】

[Today's special information has been updated]

The voyeur's eyes are hidden in the paintings on the wall.

The moment the pop-up appeared, Lin Mo's gaze instantly focused on the painting on the wall...

That was Jiang Wanfeng's painting.

Jiang Wanfeng is the daughter of the foster family owner.

Lin Mo grew up in an orphanage. He was quite happy despite having no parents. He was even pleased when people called him a "son of a bitch," since he didn't have a mother at all; calling him a "son of a bitch" was an understatement.

He loves to engage in verbal battles because when someone curses at him with "f*** you," he becomes untargetable and can directly retaliate:

You don't even have an acre of steamed buns?

He couldn't grow up happily like this, until he was about to enter junior high school, when suddenly a couple came to pick him up, saying they were friends of his parents...

After that, although he no longer had a problem with food and clothing, he was never happy again.

It's because of Jiang Wanfeng's existence.

The little girl is pretty, but she's also cunning.

As an uninvited guest, Lin Mo was disliked by Jiang Wanfeng at every turn. Every day, she would stare at him with a sour face and say a few sarcastic words to him from time to time. She never sat down at the dinner table where he was.

Despite the couple treating him very well, Jiang Wanfeng loathed him to the extreme.

This aversion had reached the point where, even on her way to school, she would deliberately run ahead of him and splash him with puddles.

At school, the little girl often bothered him, wanting him to carry her schoolbag, fetch her meals, help her put on her shoes, and even bring her sanitary napkins...

However, being a dependent, Lin Mo rarely argued with her, and he gradually got used to it. Then, Jiang Wanfeng suddenly hung the painting in his room...

Lin Mo suddenly woke up, remembering how the girl had threatened him fiercely, forbidding him from touching the painting.

As he looked at the painting, the starry sky within it seemed to hold countless pairs of gazing eyes.

Massaka...

The girl who always speaks harshly to me is actually infatuated...

"The Mischievous Childhood Sweetheart Who Rewards Him Occasionally"

No, no, this is terrible.

This made him wonder what Jiang Wanfeng's true nature was...

Jiang Wanfeng, am I also part of your scheme?

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Lin Mo approached the painting.

If the truth is revealed... how will he get along with Jiang Wanfeng?

Just as his hand touched the picture frame, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

The door was suddenly kicked open.

"Let go of my hand!"

The girl was only wearing a loose T-shirt, with more than half of her shoulders exposed from the neckline. Her expression was slightly flustered, and a blush had spread across her pale face.

Lin Mo was taken aback; he had never seen Jiang Wanfeng so anxious before.

She was usually cold and aloof, always looking at him with disdain, occasionally clicking her tongue and scoffing, acting bossy and domineering.

The girl's panic further confirmed the mystery in the painting.

But she quickly recovered, reverting to her usual frowning, disdainful expression. If it weren't for her exquisitely beautiful face, anyone who saw that expression would want to punch her.

"Tsk."

"My mom is calling you. Get out of here right now."

Lin Mo also wanted to leave; this bedroom gave him the creeps. He had just passed by the girl when she stopped him.

Jiang Wanfeng bit her lip lightly and glared at him sideways.

“I remember telling you that it was my painting.”

"What are you doing right now? Can you explain it to me?"

"How rude! Don't you know you can't touch other people's things?"

The word "disgust" almost seemed to emanate from her cold, beautiful eyes and domineering tone.

These words hit Lin Mo like a ton of bricks.

Uneducated?

That's true. Having never been home, he really has no upbringing.

"You have it?" Lin Mo glared back, stunning the girl.

This is...the first time he's been so fierce, she thought, her heart stopping in shock.

"Huh...you're glaring at me?"

How did you know I was touching your painting before the door was even opened?

"I..."

"I guessed, so what?" Jiang Wanfeng crossed her arms, trying to intimidate this little man who should have been at her mercy, just like she always did.

Red is warm,

Lin Mo thought to himself that he could tolerate it normally, but now that he had leverage over her, why should he tolerate it anymore?

Lin Mo was able to shamelessly beg for food on the street when he was seven years old, and could argue with the blond-haired guy who was driving a ghost firecracker at the entrance of the orphanage when he was ten. By the age of twelve, he could support himself by picking up garbage!

He's from Biyang. Go ask around on the street. Even the old men and women who collect recyclables call him "Little Kid King" when they see him!

He's eighteen years old now, how could he be no match for a young girl?

Lin Mo is really angry now. This girl is so accommodating, and I've completely lost my privacy?! Am I just a prop for a reward?!

He is grateful, so he can endure it, but he has dignity and will not yield when faced with real issues.

"Jiang Wanfeng, you've gone a bit too far."

"What? You..."

Lin Mo suddenly leaned against the wall, forcing the girl against it. The girl was overwhelmed by the boy's presence and mechanically retreated.

"Lin Mo, what are you doing?!" Panic returned to her expression.

"This is my home, you shouldn't..."

Lin Mo covered Jiang Wanfeng's mouth, preventing her from crying out. The girl's beautiful eyes widened, and her pretty face instantly flushed.

This guy... what's going on...?

No, this shouldn't be happening. It's clearly hers... everything is hers... he should be soft and gentle... someone she can bully...

The girl's legs began to weaken, and she instinctively flailed her fists wildly.

"Hilarious! What kind of thug's excited punches are these?" Lin Mo laughed. He never used to throw such wild punches when he was fighting beggars for food.

Jiang Wanfeng struggled weakly for a while, until she was completely exhausted and drenched in sweat.

Lin Mo suddenly moved closer, whispering in her ear like a devil:

"Jiang Wanfeng, you don't want anyone to know that you installed a camera in my room, do you?"

The deep, heavy voice pounded into her brain like a drumbeat; she covered her mouth and nose, her breathing disordered, unable to compensate for the lack of oxygen caused by tension and panic.

Jiang Wanfeng's vision blurred, and she felt dizzy.

After saying that, Lin Mo released her. The girl knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

And then, that inexplicable pop-up window appeared before his eyes again:

[Special intelligence target unlocked]

[Jiang Wanfeng, the voyeur, has realized her feelings for you.]

What kind of sentiment is this... it's not from a sister.

Lin Mo was stunned, looking at the girl with surprise and uncertainty.

"What are you looking at, you..." she scolded playfully, her previous disdain completely gone.

The noble black swan lowered her neck, which was tinged with a maple-leaf-red hue.

"Are you alright?" Lin Mo wanted to ask if she had any mental issues.

"fine..."

He saw the girl glance at him, her voice barely audible, and she lowered her head shyly.

[Reward Received: Aura]

The moment the pop-up window in her mind appeared, Jiang Wanfeng, who was kneeling on the ground, seemed to sense something, shivered, and looked at him with a mixture of love and hate.