I Can Fix Her

The young girl’s small hand trembled slightly, filled with inner fear, as she cautiously looked inside.

“The Book of Confucius”

An air of sage wisdom, solemnity, and a subtle pressure emanated from it.

Bai Weiran placed his hand on the book’s cover, speaking calmly.

“This is the book you’ll be reading from now on. Read it extensively, thoroughly, memorize it word for word. Understand?”

In the Task Guide of the “Obsessive Love Girl Records” app, there were various parallel worlds, including female-dominated worlds, cultivation worlds, post-apocalyptic wastelands, and villainous games—Bai Weiran ignored them all and set the filtering conditions to urban settings.

He also set the technological civilization of his own real-world as the axis, making sure not to choose worlds with technology that was too advanced or too primitive.

While others might enjoy exploring various fantastical worlds, Bai Weiran was extremely cautious. Rather than diverging into new and exciting experiences, he preferred to specialize.

He had analyzed that these worlds might seem interesting, but each had its own established factions, powers, and clear or hidden rules. He was completely clueless about these aspects.

In his real world, beyond China, in another civilization or country, the clear rules were laws and societal customs, and the hidden rules were the local culture and customs. Learning and adapting to these took over a decade for most people and the ability to empathize with the locals.

Even those who lived abroad for their whole lives couldn’t truly become locals; they usually retained many habits and rules from China.

This showed just how difficult it was for humans to change.

Since changing oneself was already challenging, there was no need to burden oneself with adapting to a new worldview.

Bai Weiran chose parallel worlds that were similar to his existing society.

Human history continually repeated itself, and even if you hadn’t eaten pork, you could still understand how a pig walks by reading books. This increased the chances of completing the tasks.

His goal was to complete the tasks and get rewards.

So, why deliberately choose a difficult starting point?

Nowadays, even when making games, they knew they had to consider player experience, ensuring that it was smoother than chocolate. Understand?

Although it was called a parallel world, it wouldn’t be identical. Probability-wise, some aspects might coincidentally resemble his world. For example, the stainless steel brand in his world was called “303,” and here, the stainless steel brand was also “303.” However, the reasons behind the naming could be completely different, or the same name might refer to entirely different products with interesting stories.

Furthermore, in this world’s history, many of the great Chinese literati didn’t exist.

Bai Weiran calmly borrowed wisdom from his original world and brought over “论Ｘ语” (Essays on X Language), but he also had a precautionary measure. He wrapped the book’s cover with an additional layer and gave it a different title.

Qin Ning was utterly dumbfounded.

Reading?!

Reading!!!

This strange masked kidnapper had locked her in a confined room, made her wear an explosively tacky tracksuit, instructed her to sit at the table, and then—told her to read?!

When she opened it, she saw that it was full of ancient texts she had never read before.

What kind of ancient content was this, worthy of being buried?

She didn’t say it out loud, but Bai Weiran could see the accusation in her eyes. He pointed to a seat beside her and lightly tapped her head.

Qin Ning immediately covered her little head, staring at Bai Weiran in disbelief.

… Did he just hit her?

… He actually dared to hit her?

This light tap wasn’t very physically damaging but carried an extremely insulting tone.

Qin Ning had never been reprimanded by anyone other than her parents before, and this was the first time.

A mixture of shock and anger flooded her, and she even forgot about the ugliness of the tracksuit.

Bai Weiran paid no attention to her facial expression and continued with the tone he typically used to admonish his younger sister.

“This is a book written by wise elders, so approach it with respect. Don’t always read those romance novels or watch TV dramas, especially the melodramatic ones. Reading too much of that stuff can mess with your head.”

“… What is melodramatic literature?” Qin Ning asked cautiously.

“It’s when the main characters seem to have no need to work or study, even if they do, they do it carelessly. They either act recklessly or succeed without putting in much effort. Other than that, they spend all their time talking about love, and if their partner misses one phone call or gives fewer gifts, or even talks to someone of the opposite sex, they imagine misunderstandings, leading to dramatic scenes where they cry by the riverbank.”

Qin Ning: …

She felt as if she was being mocked.

She used to be swamped with various classes.

Horseback riding, skiing, violin… she was no stranger to all sorts of lessons.

However, ever since she fell in love with Lin Luo and started pursuing him, she had neglected all of these activities. She had spent her days aimlessly, receiving criticism from her parents and teachers, but she remained stubborn.

She only had eyes for Lin Luo, only saw Lin Luo talking and flirting with those girls.

Crying by the riverbank was an experience that hit home. It was undoubtedly her.

The first time she saw Lin Luo holding another girl was that night. It was a girl named Chen Qianqian, said to be his high school classmate. Chen Qianqian had confessed to Lin Luo on her own, and while Lin Luo remained silent, when she tiptoed to kiss him, he allowed it, accepting the kiss from the tearful girl.

She was very familiar with that expression because when she tried to kiss Lin Luo, he had the same expression.

However, she didn’t succeed in kissing him that time because the nanny caught her in the act and rushed over to stop her.

A similar situation, except that the protagonist changed from her to someone else, and they even succeeded in kissing. She instantly felt devastated and rushed over to separate them, questioning Lin Luo about why he did this.

Lin Luo simply turned his head slightly, his lips curling into a half-smile that held hidden depths.

“I didn’t ask for it. It’s you women who are so eager for this, right?”

That night, Qin Ning cried by the river for a very long time.

It was on that night that she made up her mind—to possess this man, to hide him away, and not let anyone take him from her.

She had kept this feeling hidden deep inside, a pain so deep and unspeakable that it couldn’t be shared with anyone. Yet, Bai Weiran had casually exposed it with a light-hearted, even half-teasing attitude.

In a split second, she felt that maybe it wasn’t such a big deal after all, and she felt a hint of vague relief.

However, tears continued to flow.

As she cried, she accused and scolded Bai Weiran, even picking up a pen from the table and throwing it at him.

“What do you understand? Clearly, I was the first one here, and I liked him the most. He also said he liked me. Brother Lin Luo is very good, the best.”

Bai Weiran allowed her to throw the pen without trying to intercept it or turn it into a hidden weapon.

Love can be so blind.

In reality, she wasn’t dumb. She had a faint understanding of what kind of person Lin Luo was.

She just didn’t want to admit it. She didn’t want to acknowledge that love was dead, that when something went wrong, you burned paper. She didn’t want to believe that the man she had imagined in her mind wasn’t who he truly was.

She anxiously wanted to hold onto it, but the more she tried, the more she fell into the trap, and she ended up changing beyond recognition.

She had only recently forcibly severed her connection with Lin Luo, and the withdrawal symptoms must have been painful.

“It’s okay,” Bai Weiran comforted the sobbing Qin Ning.

“I’ll stand by your side and help you through this.”

Until you realize that you don’t need that man, and the world suddenly becomes much broader.

That would be the moment when his mission was completed.

As he comforted her with a gentle tone, he tied a white cloth band, commonly used by students retaking exams, around the girl’s head. On it, he wrote, “Beautiful on My Own!”

After finishing, he looked at it and felt very satisfied.

When you combined the top and the headband, it read:

“Don’t Mess with Me, Beautiful on My Own!”

It seemed more suitable than anything else to help the tsundere recover!