Over the past few days, Ren Kurogane had been busy running around the city terminal, successfully clearing the administrative registration for his new venture, BenLaLa Corporation. Although he had encountered a few bureaucratic hurdles, the entity was now officially established.
Back in the suite's living room, the trio watched Lu Zhanbo with rapt attention.
Zhanbo's fingers blurred across his keyboard, meticulously translating the structural blueprint of the short-video platform Ren had envisioned into lines of functional code. Watching his effortless execution, Ren couldn't help but feel a deep sense of exasperation toward the canon version of the boy. With an apex brain capacity of this caliber, you could easily build tech architecture for the state, or at the very least, dominate a Fortune 500 company. Yet, your entire trajectory was systematically sidelined by a generic romance sub-plot?
Just then, Hu Yifei nudged Ren's arm twice with her elbow, asking, "Ren, once the technical framework of the site goes live, how do you intend to deploy your marketing campaigns? Your liquid capital accounts are practically bottomed out right now, aren't they?"
"Hehe! My dear little Yifei, your database is vastly underestimating my parameters!" Ren offered a mysterious smile.
Yifei's brow furrowed slightly. Over the last few days, her systems had somehow grown accustomed to his highly familiar nicknames. This is a dangerous psychological trend,she noted.
Entirely unaware of her internal conflict, Ren continued smoothly, "To be fair, my profile commands a respectable degree of network authority across the digital space!"
"What tier of authority?" Zeng Xiaoxian asked, his eyes lighting up with curiosity.
"That parameter is classified for now. Your system will access it when the vector aligns!"
"Tch~ always keeping your cards hidden."
Before long, Lu Zhanbo concluded his execution, and the website framework went live. That was the absolute peak efficiency of a family line's highest-capacity brain—it had taken a single afternoon to deliver a fully operational baseline site.
Ren casually commandeered Zhanbo's laptop, logged into his instant messaging terminal, and systematically deployed the website's unique tracking link across twenty independent, high-capacity chat rooms under his personal administrative command, each packed with a thousand active users.
"???"
Standing directly behind him, Hu Yifei's eyes dilated to their absolute limit. "Ren! Your profile is registered as a high-ranking member of the Smart-Grief (Smart-Kill) Family?!"
"And what exact operational metrics define this 'Aegean Sea Foot Spa Group'?" Lu Zhanbo asked, staring at the screen in pure confusion.
"Unlimited-bandwidth resource sharing matrix?!" Zeng Xiaoxian frantically pulled out his mobile terminal, his voice cracking with urgency. "Ren! Execute an invitation protocol to draw my profile into that network immediately!"
"OK! I'll purge an inactive user who hasn't logged an entry in months to clear a slot!"
Observing their frantic behaviors, Hu Yifei executed a massive eye-roll, completely speechless at the degraded baselines of the men in her suite.
Suddenly, Lu Zhanbo tracked an exponential spike across the backend metrics, shouting in intense excitement, "The data is moving! The graph is actively scaling upward! We even have an unverified user uploading a media file!"
"Oh? The target demographic is adapting to the platform parameters remarkably fast."
Ren leaned in to cross-reference the uploaded content, only for his visual feed to hit a sudden blackout the very next second.
"Holy crap! I specifically coded a prominent warning header telling them to omit adult-restricted files, yet these absolute deviants still pushed it through!" Ren shook his head in disbelief, turning a sharp gaze toward Zhanbo. "Zhanbo! Write an automated moderation artificial intelligence script to sanitize the feed immediately!"
"Huh? Me?" Zhanbo looked entirely flustered. "Bro! Your specifications are vastly exceeding our current generational hardware constraints! Constructing an autonomous semantic AI of that tier today is an engineering impossibility. However, I can manually configure a basic structural filter script to screen out a percentage of the traffic."
"How will the script isolate the data?"
"It will simply terminate any file that registers excessive flesh-tone pixel density! Simple execution!"
Within a few minutes, Zhanbo completed the new sub-routine script. Ren rubbed his chin, his analytical mind turning over the parameters.
For the next several hours, the squad remained huddled around the monitor, tracking the fluctuating data streams. Hu Yifei suddenly asked, "Ren, does the server cluster you leased possess enough bandwidth capacity to handle the surge?"
"More than enough! Our venture is merely at its foundational baseline; we don't even require dedicated enterprise servers yet," Ren noted. "After all, my current liquid reserves aren't particularly deep..."
At that prompt, Yifei narrowed her eyes, leveling a sharp gaze at him. "I've locked down a significant portion of my savings into Apple stock based entirely on your financial guidance. If my portfolio logs a permanent deficit, I am executing a total disconnection protocol from your social circle!"
"Rest assured, a deficit is mathematically impossible!" Ren stated with absolute certainty.
Digital media sites were heavily limited by generational infrastructure, but fruit stocks would smash through those structural barriers, opening a whole new technological era!
Tracking a brief stagnation in the upload velocity graph, Lu Zhanbo said anxiously, "Ren, I feel like our current project trajectory is a bit unstable."
"It's fine. The web platform is merely the opening move on the board. I have a sequence of counter-strategies prepared. Even if every single piece is captured, I still hold my absolute ultimate finisher!"
"What finisher?" Hu Yifei asked, leaning her shoulder closer to his coordinates out of curiosity.
Sensing the subtle, enticing scent radiating from her proximity, Ren's focus wavered for a fraction of a second. Pulling his cognitive functions back online, he said softly, "That data packet... is highly classified!"
"Tch~~"
The trio soon dispersed to handle their personal assignments. Zeng Xiaoxian launched a high-intensity offensive to pillage crops on QQ Farm. Hu Yifei methodically adjusted her bangs in the mirror. Lu Zhanbo initiated a combat lobby in Counter-Strike.
Ren returned to his quarters, powered up his desktop computer, and immediately entered the battlefield of Dungeon & Fighter alongside Seria!
That exact afternoon, a manga artist hailing from Japan completed his check-in protocol and settled into the adjacent suite.
The arrival of an international creator triggered a massive wave of curiosity across the iPartment network. Especially when the group's background check verified that his monthly income package reached an astronomical parameter of forty thousand yuan. The data caused Hu Yifei and Zeng Xiaoxian's jaws to drop completely out of alignment.
Inside Suite 3602, Sekiya Kamiki (Kamiki Sekiya) had been smoothly guided into signing the lease by Ziqiao, and he immediately set about configuring his personal art studio.
Having completely depleted his character's fatigue points for the day, Ren accompanied Hu Yifei to run a casual observation loop on the new neighbor.
"So this is the international target Ziqiao managed to lock into the suite's ledger?" Ren murmured, observing Kamiki, who possessed a remarkably innocent, straightforward demeanor. Feeling somewhat uneasy under the intense tactical analysis from Ren and Yifei, Kamiki turned around and offered an awkward but unfailingly polite smile.
The two immediately mirrored the gesture, offering smooth smiles back.
However, watching Chen Meijia frantically running logistics to help Kamiki unpack his equipment, Yifei felt her internal sensors flag a major anomaly. "Ren, does Meijia's emotional output seem excessively high to your system? It almost tracks as if... Kamiki were her actual romantic partner?"
Ren possessed a complete database regarding the highly complex, fraudulent couple arrangement between Ziqiao and Meijia, but he had zero strategic interest in bypassing their cover. He shook his head smoothly. "Don't run unverified speculations, Yifei. Her profile is likely just displaying a high hospitality baseline. After all, he's a premium roommate who just re-balanced their suite's entire rental deficit. You know how absurdly high the baseline rent parameters are around here!"
"This... fine, that logic carries a reasonable weight..." Yifei nodded, though the intense scrutiny in her eyes didn't subside. I'll continue to run active surveillance on her profile!she noted internally.
Realizing her suspicion couldn't be easily neutralized, Ren moved to shift her attention parameters. He had absolute zero interest in entangling himself in the petty calculations of Ziqiao and Meijia!
"Let's go down to the lounge, Yifei. Time to log a casual drink."
"Mm," Yifei nodded in affirmation. "Excellent. We'll grant them a temporary window of isolation, then deploy an unannounced spot-check later. If their cell is running a fraudulent protocol, the data will clear instantly! Ren! Your tactical timing is superb!"
Ren: "..."
Sure, sure. Whatever aligns with your system configuration.
The two descended into the bar. The exact second they cleared the entrance, a highly unexpected profile entered Ren's visual array.
Lin Wanyu was sitting at the counter, clad in a pristine white dress, actively querying the bartender for information. The moment the bartender localized Hu Yifei, he pointed a finger directly toward her coordinates. "Right there! If your system is seeking to secure a lease in this complex, routing your query to her is the optimal path!"
Lin Wanyu turned around, her face filling with absolute delight as she sprinted over to halt before Yifei. "Hello! My profile is seeking to secure a lease within this complex! Please initiate the check-in protocol for me!"
"Huh?" Hu Yifei's face filled with a giant question mark.
Ren stepped into the conversation immediately, smoothing out the interaction. "Miss, securing a unit here is remarkably simple. You merely need to inspect the central advertising board by the lobby and identify a vacant listing that matches your parameters—whether you intend to share a communal lease or independent-operate a unit. You don't need to route your application to us; we are merely standard tenants."
Currently, their Suite 3601 had reached maximum occupancy, and the internal dynamics of 3602 were highly unstable. Ren had no intention of letting this incredibly flighty, sheltered heiress contaminate their localized grid.
Yifei smoothly aligned with Ren's directive, stating, "Exactly! If your system is tracking a lease, cross-reference the central bulletin board for available space. Our profiles cannot grant administrative authorization for check-ins."
"Oh? Is that how the infrastructure works? Apologies for interrupting your romantic date!" Wanyu offered a polite bow before executing a rapid turn and departing the perimeter.
"A date?" Yifei turned an intense look toward Ren, only to find the smirk on his face was practically impossible to suppress. Her internal systems experienced a rare, uncalibrated flutter.
"Hey! Your calculation is incorrect!" Yifei called out quickly to explain, but Wanyu's profile had already dropped off her tracking range.
Ren knew when to withdraw, turning back to Yifei with a calm expression. "Relax, the target has already left the sector."
Yifei leveled a sharp, warning glare at him. "Your system had best delete any unauthorized romantic sub-routines regarding my profile, otherwise the retaliatory strike will make you regret it completely. Have your processors logged that instruction?"
"Logged, logged! I shall ensure my approach scales via a gradual, meticulously calibrated progression!"
Staring at his absolute, untouchable calm, Hu Yifei felt a sudden wave of analytical helplessness hit her systems. Her feminine intuition whispered that her structural defenses were on the verge of a total breach.
Yet, the fierce, unshakeable pride embedded deep within her psychological architecture reminded her to hold the line! To conquer her heart, a profile had to out-compute her intellect or completely out-class her physical power. Otherwise, what right did he have to demand her submission? And as it stood today, Ren hadn't explicitly demonstrated either parameter across her tracking feeds.
Ren, for his part, felt zero urgency. His strategy was entirely straightforward—the moment the iPhone 4 cleared global distribution, his absolute financial weight would provide all the empirical verification she needed. During this waiting window, he merely needed to steadily accumulate affection metrics through micro-interactions. There was zero need to force a premature resolution.
Meanwhile, Lin Wanyu approached the central bulletin board in the main lobby, her eyes scanning the structural breakdown of the listed lease parameters.
"Ah~ the financial requirements for these units are tracking at an incredibly high baseline..." Wanyu pouted, letting out a low sigh. It appeared her trajectory lacked alignment with this complex. With her corporate asset accounts frozen by her family line, her profile was currently operating under absolute zero liquidity. Forget securing a premium lease; she hadn't even secured the capital for an express transit ticket to her next destination vector.
With a soft sigh, Lin Wanyu turned and stepped out of the building. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the international media networks logged a breaking report regarding the recovery of the Lin family heiress.
Having seen Wanyu out, Ren was gearing up to enjoy some exclusive dual-tracking time with Yifei, only for their perimeter to be breached yet again.
Holding a beer bottle, Yifei's gaze was suddenly snagged by a specific moving profile across the lounge. She slapped Ren's arm frantically, whispering, "Look over there! Does that specific signature map to Ziqiao?"
Following her vector, Ren's optics locked onto Lu Ziqiao, who was actively running a high-intensity flirting protocol with an unverified female target, his conversational prompts triggering bursts of high-frequency giggles from the woman. Looking at his social execution metrics, Ren could only log a trace of profound admiration. The man's social engineering skills are legendary.
"Those two profiles from 3602... not a single one knows how to keep their footprint clean!" Yifei huffed.
Slamming her beer bottle onto the counter, she prepped to march over and initiate a heavy verbal confrontation with Ziqiao! Ren realized her trajectory couldn't be stalled, so he quietly tracked behind her, keeping his systems alert to ensure she didn't deploy absolute physical violence within a public lounge.
The moment they breached his perimeter, Ziqiao caught sight of Hu Yifei's murderous expression, his internal processors instantly screaming: Critical system failure incoming!
Ziqiao was hit with an immediate wave of intense regret. Why the hell had he routed his target to the bar directly beneath his own residential unit? Shanghai's geographic directory was massive; had he completely run out of alternative coordinates? Now, not only was his recruitment play completely ruined, but his "infidelity" protocol had been caught red-handed by the suite's chief enforcer!
Just as his processors were scrambled to compile an excuse, Yifei overrode his system, barking, "Lu Ziqiao! How can your profile execute such a severe violation of your commitment to Meijia?!"
According to Yifei's database, Ziqiao had been a holy priest just days prior. For the sake of Meijia, he had systematically severed ties with his clerical order, transforming into a determined young man chasing true love! Yet, it had been barely a few days since he returned to secular life, and his tracking log was already saturated with unauthorized romantic interactions?! "If Meijia intercepts this data, her psychological framework will completely collapse!"
Before Ziqiao could deploy a defense, the target sitting across from him lost her patience. "Xiaobu? Who is this woman? Why is she classifying your identity as Ziqiao? And what exact parameters define this 'Meijia'?"
"Uh... well..." Ziqiao panicked completely. Before his brain could execute an explanation file, the woman abruptly grabbed her cocktail glass, delivering an unmitigated fluid strike straight into his face! "Degenerate scum!"
SLAM!
She slammed the glass onto the table and stormed out of the lounge. But Ziqiao had zero processing power left to worry about her data; his primary operational directive right now was shielding his fifty percent rent reduction and free utility access from being administratively revoked!
Yifei stepped closer, her glare icy. "Lu Ziqiao, your profile owes this suite a comprehensive explanation." As she spoke, she locked her optics onto him, her fingers applying a microscopic application of force onto the wooden table—the structural surface instantly warped under the pressure!
The visual demonstration made Ziqiao's scalp go completely numb with terror! He recalled with intense gratitude that he hadn't attempted to run a flirting script on Hu Yifei earlier due to his pre-existing cover story with Meijia. Had he breached her perimeter back then, his physical remains would likely be drifting across the Pacific Ocean by now!
The very next second, Ziqiao burst into a torrent of tears, groveling frantically. "Yifei! My baseline character is completely sub-human! Facing the massive temptation of this highly colorful, secular world right after leaving the priesthood, my processing firewalls simply collapsed! Had your presence not intercepted my vector today, I would have executed a catastrophic historical error!!"
"You..." Yifei had never encountered a psychological defense of this caliber; her accumulated wrath instantly dissolved. She looked down at him. "Alright, terminate the crying routine and stand up. What kind of a grown man loops a sobbing protocol like this?"
"I refuse!" Ziqiao declared with absolute, unshakeable theatrical commitment. "Today, I nearly executed a massive betrayal against Meijia. If her incredibly pure, innocent soul logs this event, she will undoubtedly choose to swallow her grief and grant me absolute forgiveness... But my own system is sub-human! I cannot grant forgiveness to myself!"
Watching his performance scale into increasingly absurd parameters, Ren stepped in to close the file. "Alright. Our profiles will omit this event from Meijia's database. However, your system is barred from running these chaotic sub-routines in the future. In this era, executing a scumbag protocol carries a high risk of bodily dismemberment!"
"Huh?" Ziqiao blinked, momentarily thrown out of character. He had navigated the rivers and lakes for a decade; how had his database missed a report regarding a scumbag being physically dismantled?
However, he re-calibrated instantly, raising a hand to swear to the heavens: "I log an absolute oath! If my profile ever executes an action that betrays my alternative half again, let my structure face absolute, multi-vector dismemberment! May my system hit permanent deletion!"
Swearing an oath was a standard daily macro for Ziqiao. Furthermore, he had subtly built a logical firewall into the clause—he cited "alternative half," entirely omitting Chen Meijia's specific parameters. The structural difference required zero elaboration.
But Hu Yifei, an academic doctoral candidate who lacked deep exposure to the deceptive currents of the world, completely missed the technical loophole. Hearing him deliver such a severe oath, she let out a low sigh. "Fine. Ensure your profile never runs a betrayal script against Meijia again. Otherwise, I will personally demonstrate the absolute operating limits of my iPartment-Snap (Liba-Flash)technique on your structure!"