On Shen Lang's end, after parking the shared bike, she walked back to her small rented apartment. She had the body's original owner to thank for this; her love for peace and quiet had led her to find a place in the middle of nowhere. 'Otherwise,' she thought, 'I might never have had such a precious opportunity to exercise in this lifetime.'
She did a rough calculation: the walk back from there was 12 kilometers.
For the last 3 kilometers, she was so tired and hungry that she had no choice but to call on her System to carry her. After all, the System was just a high-intelligence AI, devoid of human feelings. He didn't get tired. He would *never* get tired.
Draped over his back, she whimpered and whined, simultaneously feeling thankful she hadn't worn stilettos, cursing that greasy President Wang—a toad lusting after a goddess—and reveling in her own unparalleled beauty.
The System said, "You haven't been drinking. Why are you acting drunk?"
