There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

"This script..."

"Tsk tsk."

At the barbecue stand, Chen Yi withdrew his gaze from Wen Ping and looked at the script in his hand, unable to help but remark with some emotion, "It's really too melodramatic."

The plot those screenwriters came up with was indeed a bit over the top.

The main angle is just uncomfortable.

If it were a veteran of love affairs, they'd probably just snort coldly at this point, even feeling a bit excited.

They love this kind of contrast the most.

Especially when it's ready-made, just picking up on someone else's benefits—after all, reaping the fruits from another's labor is good, isn't it?

They'd probably feel no discomfort at all on the inside.

As for whether they would feel upset or accept it if they recalled this experience after marriage?

What a joke!

It's just dating, who said anything about marrying you!

But for someone like Wen Ping, a novice in the realm of romance, who was seriously planning to date for the first time, this was a deadly trap. The effect it had was exactly as Wen Ping saw it.

...

A drunken Wen Ping stumbled and staggered towards the hotel in the rainy night, his thoughts completely hazy and collapsed, not caring at all about the occasional glances from passersby.

He looked completely disheartened.

Back at the hotel, he didn't even bother to wash up.

He just sat at the edge of the bed, soaking wet, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Only after an indeterminate amount of time did he manage to sleep in a daze.

Soon, the day broke.

Half-awake, Wen Ping saw many messages from Little Miao asking if he took the photo album?

She said she could explain.

It wasn't what he thought.

"Heh."

Wen Ping just laughed, feeling as if his heart was being cut open. He lay pale-faced on the bed, emptying his mind, not wanting to think about anything. He now just wanted to quietly wait for the transfer back.

He wanted to go home.

To leave this heartbreaking place.

And Little Miao, he didn't want to think about her anymore.

Just like that, two more days passed by.

The date had come to January 6th.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Chen Yi once again advanced the plot, while during these two days, Wen Ping didn't step out of the hotel, just stayed inside, blankly staring at the ceiling, not knowing what his thoughts were.

As dusk approached, another day was coming to an end.

"Ding."

The sound of a message from the friends list echoed.

Ever since he'd arrived at this broken place, he was completely unable to contact his old friends and could only reach out to those added on this planet. On this planet, he only added one friend, which was Little Miao.

He didn't even need to open the panel; he knew who sent the message.

Ever since the first day, when Little Miao sent him dozens of messages which he did not reply to, Little Miao had not sent him any more messages. At first, he still held the thought that if Little Miao kept reaching out for a few more days to give him a proper explanation, maybe he could accept it.

But...

It was only on the first day that Little Miao said she wanted to explain, but ultimately she didn't explain anything. She said she wanted to meet to explain, but after that, she never messaged him again.

This message was the first since that day.

After a moment of silence,

Wen Ping still looked somewhat dazedly at the chat panel, at that message from Little Miao.

"I admit I lied to you. Do you have time? Let's talk. I'm waiting for you at home."

"No matter what happens afterward,"

"I hope we can have a serious talk, at least so that we won't have regrets in the future."

"..."

Wen Ping stared at the message in silence. After a long while, he replied with an okay, then started to get up, wash up, changed into new clothes, and prepared to head to Meimiao Community.

Just as Little Miao had said.

He too had a lot to say, no matter what the outcome would be, at least he wanted to ask himself clear.

About that fat man who looked like a pig, who exactly was he.

...

And just as Wen Ping stepped out,

Chen Yi, from a god's-eye view, just looked at the script in his hand, pondering for a moment. After verifying that Wen Ping shouldn't encounter any issues for the time being, he quickly exited Illusory Realm.

Standing in the wasteland, Chen Yi slowly opened his eyes.

"Eh, Yi, you're awake again?"

Tuberculosis Rabbit, who was savoring the barbecue in the wilderness, looked surprised to see Yi opening his eyes, then excitedly rushed over with a skewer of tendons, "Fresh off the grill, want a taste? I added plum powder this time, a completely different flavor, it's surprising, you have to try it."

Chen Yi took it, put a strip of tendon in his mouth, chewed for a moment, then furrowed his brow and spat it out at the side, "This is the first time I've tasted such awful tendon. Why would you add plum powder?"

"Err... just experimenting. Is it really that bad? Okay, I also feel it's not quite right."

Tuberculosis Rabbit sheepishly nodded.

At that moment though, Chen Yi didn't have the time to discuss these matters with Tuberculosis Rabbit. He quickly called the team leader who was helping them with the script. Without wasting much time on small talk, he bluntly said, "The script has reached the point where Wen Ping's faith has shattered, and the two are preparing to meet sincerely for a talk."

"That would be the sixth scene."

"But are you sure there won't be any problems with the following plot? It's a bit too melodramatic. You guys don't really think we're shooting a drama here, do you?"

"These purely coincidental and improbable plot lines, do they really give Wen Ping a sense of immersion?"

Soon, a confident voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yi, don't worry, there are no problems."

"I've gone over it with several psychologists, and from a psychological perspective, any event that happens next is acceptable for Wen Ping. At this point, Wen Ping is essentially in a process where his worldview has been shattered and needs to be rebuilt. Adding a little spice during this process is fine."