Hearing Zhang Shan's words, Zeng Xiaoxian shuddered, his heart hardening once more with resolute clarity.
He turned back to Laura, his expression clinical. "Laura, let's take this dialogue script outside the unit."
Laura nodded, her analytical processors scanning the room. She realized Zeng Xiaoxian had already leaked her entire historical data profile to these roommates; attempting to optimize her affection metrics within this suite was now an absolute logistical impossibility. However, her primary tracking target had always been Zeng Xiaoxian alone. As for the alternative characters in the room... they were structurally irrelevant to her ledger.
Offering a smooth, apologetic smile to the sofa, Laura and Zeng Xiaoxian turned on their heels and cleared the threshold, manually latching the front door behind them.
Watching Zeng Xiaoxian depart the sector, the remaining roommates could only route an intense wave of psychological backing to his core!
Hold the line, Master Zeng! Once your hardware clears this trauma trial, your future evolutionary path is mathematically guaranteed to be absolutely blinding!
That exact evening.
The occupants across both suites executed a total freeze on their standard sleep macros. Even Qin Yumo—having intercepted the technical breakdown of the crisis from Yifei—had dragged Lin Wanyu down from Suite 3701 to integrate into Suite 3601's sector. The entire cell sat huddled around the audio monitors, tuning into the late-night radio broadcast.
Bzzz-zt—
Following a brief wave of static interference, Zeng Xiaoxian's midnight broadcast module officially cleared staging.
"Hello, custom salutations to all our active listeners across the network! Welcome to Your Moon, My Heart. The apex embodiment of a premium man is my profile, and my identity resolves strictly to... Zeng Xiaoxian~"
Following his trademark, highly punchable opening script, Zeng Xiaoxian smoothly transitioned the vocal parameters: "Tonight, Xiaoxian intends to analyze an entirely non-standard emotional equation! My processors calculate that everyone tuning in right now hosts at least one historical 'Ex' profile within their memory banks. Tonight, Xiaoxian's luck metrics hit a rare surge; I have successfully guided my personal Ex into the studio booth to co-host the stream!"
Following the cue, Laura's soft, melting vocal track filled the frequency, but Zhang Shan's cognitive processors had already completely withdrawn attention from her data.
Resting his chin in his palm, a highly satisfied smile spread across his features. "Superb execution. Master Zeng has successfully finalized his evolutionary update!"
Hu Yifei's brow furrowed in analytical confusion. "What structural markers back that deduction?"
"Look at the variables," Zhang Shan broken down the equation. "Master Zeng operates a dedicated relationship counseling program. His historical marketing macros have always been tailored to project sweet, optimized romantic illusions, making the consumer demographic long for a connection loop. But tonight, his opening line explicitly sets the parameters around an 'Ex.' He is directly notifying the database: if your system is seeking standard romantic slop, terminate your stream immediately. Simultaneously, he is transmitting a heavy data packet to Laura's firewalls—if your profile attempts to execute a malicious injection script on air, my system will instantly activate a Mutual Destruction Mode!"
The roommates huddled around the sofa nodded slowly, their processors running a basic simulation of the logic.
Ultimately, Lin Wanyu—whose analytical framework possessed excellent clarity—noted, "Laura technically operates as a public profile across the media networks. The exact millisecond Master Zeng exposes the highly volatile, uncalibrated promiscuity parameters of her private lifestyle on a live feed, her professional career trajectory will hit a permanent, catastrophic collapse!"
"Bullseye!" Zhang Shan shot an admiring glance toward Lin Wanyu. Had this girl's core programming not been tightly locked into an elite blueprint of corporate ambition and personal freedom, routing her to partner with Lu Zhanbo's cell would have been an exceptional alignment. A massive shame... their fundamental paths simply track on non-converging vectors!
Lu Ziqiao interjected, "Based on my extensive technical history in the field, Laura is on the verge of launching a high-intensity offensive to reclaim the territory!"
Chen Meijia frowned. "Illogical. Does her system not fear Master Zeng executing a total purge that destroys both profiles?"
"Hehe! Your databases are vastly over-clocking Master Zeng's courage parameters!" Lu Ziqiao sneered coldly. "Based on my active surveillance of his behavioral patterns over the last two months, the man completely lacks the raw psychological weight to pull a trigger of that caliber! If he possessed teeth, Laura's algorithm would have never targeted his coordinates to function as a fallback reserve harbor in the first place!"
"Targeted? Reserve harbor? Those terms fail to compile in my legal database," Zhang Wei noted, the question marks across his features multiplying.
"Enough, enough! Can your vocal processors clear the frequency? Your data noise is contaminating my consumption of this absolute premium gossip slop!" Hu Yifei waved her hand sharply, imposing absolute silence across the cell.
Right on cue, Laura's vocal stream cleared the monitor filters:
"Xian-er my system acknowledges that my historical actions executed a severe structural violation against your emotional framework. However! The moment my trajectory cleared the domestic perimeter, permitting me to cross-reference macro-scale landscapes across the globe, my core processors isolated an untouchable reality—deep within my foundational source code, the primary anchor has always belonged to your presence"
Inside the Radio Broadcasting Studio.
Zeng Xiaoxian's features remained completely unmoving. With absolute, clinical precision, he extracted his arm from Laura's physical embrace, his vocal output entirely flat.
"My programming flatly rejects processing a connection loop with a target who concurrently operates active romantic scripts with seven alternative male profiles. Furthermore, the data entries for those targets simultaneously resolve to your active legal husband, your ex-husband, a primary boyfriend, a secret lover, a historical ex, and a cluster of desperate suitors... Simply put, my baseline system cannot accommodate the uncalibrated parameters of your open, polyamorous infrastructure."
Directly across the console, Laura's facial expressions completely froze into a static block.
According to the predictive simulations she had run prior to the meeting, it was mathematically impossible for Zeng Xiaoxian to deploy a counter-offensive of this caliber! Even if his system initialized a sequence of rejections, all she needed to do was maintain a high-density, shameless flirting script, and his defenses would systematically dissolve, forcing his assets to function as a reliable sanctuary for her profile.
Yet, Zeng Xiaoxian had just blasted those highly toxic metrics directly into a live, nationwide broadcast array?!
Did his processors fail to compute the catastrophic career damage this disclosure would inflict on both their profiles?
Catching the brief flash of raw panic surfacing within her optics, a highly triumphant smile touched Zeng Xiaoxian's features. He flipped the master microphone switch to mute, letting out a cold chuckle.
"Laura, my system has zero interest in decoding the precise variables that guided your return vector, nor do I care why you targeted my coordinates. But the exact millisecond your presence breached the perimeter of the iPartment complex, I calculated that our relationship parameters held only one resolution: Total Mutual Destruction. To be fair, my code still allocated an entry-level mercy clause for your profile—had your system chosen to omit an offensive against my unit today, our paths after tonight would have tracked strictly as unverified strangers, rather than absolute mortal enemies!"
Leaving the words to echo in her stunned, silent perimeter, Zeng Xiaoxian didn't waste a single processing cycle to observe her shock. He stepped past Judy—who stood frozen in a state of absolute cognitive failure—and marched straight out of the broadcasting facility with rigid, triumphant strides.
Back inside Suite 3601.
The mouths of the roommates remained wide open. Lu Ziqiao, in particular, was experiencing a massive system error regarding his personal analytical insights.
"Holy crap... Master Zeng actually demonstrated an absolute pair of balls tonight!"
"This represents a premium evolutionary variant of his persona. I have cataloged the configuration in my database as The Dark Phase of a Nice Guy," Zhang Shan noted smoothly.
He casually deactivated the radio monitor and dialed Zeng Xiaoxian's mobile terminal directly.
"Yo, Master Zeng! Specify your transit vector toward home. The entire collective cell is currently deployed at the landing zone waiting to receive your presence!"
Standing beneath a streetlamp miles away, Zeng Xiaoxian let out a light, completely liberated chuckle. "Closing in. At this deep-night chronological coordinate, securing an express taxi matrix involves a slight logistical delay."
"Understood! Staging area is locked down; we await your arrival!"
Ren terminated the connection, standing up with a broad grin. "To commemorate Master Zeng's core logic clearing its awakening sequence, I am officially authorizing a macro excursion for the squad next week—a total communal camping deployment! Anyone seeking to integrate their profile into the cell can log their entry right now!"
"Me, me, me!"
Chen Meijia sprinted forward to log her entry at maximum speed, and the remaining roommates rapidly queued up behind her, locking the entire unit into a unified deployment.
"Query: what precise geographic coordinates map to our camping destination?" Lu Zhanbo asked, checking his technical parameters.
"The vector hasn't cleared calibration yet. I'll isolate a sequence of premium locations tomorrow, and the squad can run a democratic optimization vote," Zhang Shan noted.
"Woohoo!!! Long live Zhang Shan!" Chen Meijia squealed with pure, high-decibel delight.
Before long, Zeng Xiaoxian cleared the front door of the suite. Finding the entire, unified demographic of all three units actively waiting to receive his presence, a profound wave of complex emotional metrics flooded his internal processors. Ultimately, infinite technical explanations and boundless gratitude consolidated into a single, booming vocal output:
"My brothers and sisters! The definitive engine of Zeng Xiaoxian has officially broken out of quarantine! Hahaha!"
Accompanied by his trademark, highly manic laughter, the squad processed the data verification—the man had completely, cleanly purged the historical trauma from his system.
Zeng Xiaoxian ran across the lounge, executing high-five macros with every single member of the cell, laughing, "To celebrate my core system restarting under a pristine configuration, my account is sponsoring a total offensive at a commercial restaurant tomorrow!"
"Cancel the restaurant protocol; that yields low utility," Zhang Shan interjected. "Our camping deployment clears staging in a few cycles; use your administrative clearance to lease two multi-passenger premium business vans for the squad instead."
"Camping?" Zeng Xiaoxian blinked. "Your systems initialized a high-tier party macro entirely behind my back?!"
"It wasn't behind your back, because the primary directive of the compilation was always celebrating your character restarting his life loop!" Zhang Shan laughed. "Get moving, finalize the van leases. If two vehicles don't balance the seating parameters, scale the order to three or four. Oh, by the way... the financial cost enters your personal ledger!"
"Rest assured! Not a single brother or sister in this cell will ever be formatted into the final row of seats!" Zeng Xiaoxian guaranteed with a brilliant grin.
Verifying that the broadcaster's hardware was performing flawlessly, a heavy wave of structural fatigue finally hit the roommates. The cell desynchronized, and everyone returned to their respective quarters to execute their sleep macros.
The following morning, true to structural calculations, the absolute front pages of the media networks were completely saturated with breaking reports documenting Zeng Xiaoxian and Laura.
An unverified, low-tier midnight broadcaster hits explosive, nationwide viral numbers overnight! Is the underlying variable a severe distortion of human nature, or a total collapse of moral infrastructure?!
Suite 3601.
Zhang Shan sustained his sleep macro until the sun hit the third watch parameter before pulling his systems online. Walking into the living room, he found Hu Yifei had already cleared a logistics run, depositing a fresh spread of breakfast items onto the dining table.
"Your system is online. Engage the caloric intake; I just cleared the procurement loop!" Yifei smiled warmly.
"Massive thanks to your labor~"
Zhang Shan executed a rapid sanitation macro on his face arrays and dropped into a dining seat. As he unlatched the food containers, he routed a query: "Feifei, what coordinates currently track Zhanbo and the rest of the boys?"
Yifei replied, "They mobilized early this morning alongside Zeng Xiaoxian to clear the vehicle leasing terminal."
"Leasing vehicles? At this chronological marker?" Zhang Shan was confused. "Our deployment configuration doesn't clear staging for days."
"Advanced preparation prevents system failure. Saves us the hassle of running into a zero-inventory bottleneck when the vector aligns..." Yifei clutched her pastry, subtly shifting her coordinates closer to his side of the table before dropping her voice. "The Apple stock ticker your profile specified initialized an explosive upward climb this morning. What parameter triggers our liquidation protocol?"
"We hold the line until the valuation crosses the two-hundred-dollar threshold," Zhang Shan stated flatly.
Hearing his calculation, Hu Yifei's entire physical form hit an immediate stone-cold freeze. "Two hundred?! The ticker is currently hovering at a two-digit baseline; what algorithmic variation could possibly launch it to two hundred?!"
"Omit the technical queries; just trust my core engine," Zhang Shan said with an absolute, untouchable expression. "By the way, how many Bitcoin tokens did your account successfully accumulate?"
"I locked down five thousand tokens," Yifei noted. "That asset class cannot even clear a transaction to buy a single loaf of bread in foreign sectors; my system didn't want to anchor too much liquidity into it."
"Five thousand represents an excellent baseline allocation," Zhang Shan said smoothly. "Once the valuation scales by a factor of one or two thousand down the line, that portfolio transforms into an absolute, macro-scale mountain of capital."
"One or two thousand times..." Yifei's vocal processors momentarily jammed. If her block of digital tokens truly underwent an exponential scaling of that tier, her financial accounts would be exempt from running survival macros for the rest of her life!
"Give the timeline a few years to advance, and your system will display absolute, unshakeable faith in my calculations," Zhang Shan laughed.
"Then I shall keep my monitoring arrays active to witness the result~" Yifei shrugged, though her internal parameters didn't allocate a high probability of success to the forecast. However, the financial entry was minor enough that a total deficit wouldn't fracture her net worth, so she didn't burden her processors with anxiety. Even if her personal accounts hit absolute bankruptcy, she could always call down an emergency financial injection from her family estate. Macro-scale danger was non-existent.
Concluding his breakfast, Zhang Shan returned to his room, checked the stock market candles, and immediately entered the digital battlefield of Dungeon & Fighter. The current chronological window was highly critical; his character's progression couldn't tolerate a single microsecond of lag!
I'll flip the account credentials to Da Ma Hong tomorrow, ordering his system to grind materials for my character for two days. That should free up my processing window to execute a total liquidation loop on my stock portfolio over the next forty-eight hours—the liquid payout should easily clear ten small objectives (one billion yuan).
Anticipating his imminent transition into absolute, untouchable financial freedom, a subtle smile spread across Zhang Shan's features.
That afternoon, Zeng Xiaoxian and Lu Zhanbo remanifested inside the suite, announcing with maximum enthusiasm: "Four premium business vans! Your profiles can distribute themselves across the vehicles at absolute discretion!"
Stepping out of his quarters, Zhang Shan tracked their audio, laughing, "Superb logistics. Tomorrow, your profiles handle the supply procurement loops; my station is locked into a heavy processing block for the next two days."
"Oh?" Hu Yifei's intellect isolated his meaning instantly, questioning, "Does your station require Zhanbo's processing power to back your play?"
Zhang Shan, who had been prepping to clear the front door to locate an external brokerage firm, suddenly hit a total system freeze.
Right! My own cell controls an absolute, master-tier god of software architecture and digital processing—why the hell am I planning to step outside to recruit low-level human assets? With Lu Zhanbo's processing capacity, executing a hyper-velocity liquidation protocol on my entire stock portfolio won't even drain a single day cycle of his runtime!
He spun around instantly, locking his visors onto the prodigy. "Zhanbo! Can my core engine place absolute, unmitigated trust in your execution?!"
Zhanbo was entirely blind to the financial payload about to hit his station, but out of absolute baseline trust for Zhang Shan and his sovereign sister, he nodded firmly. "Route the files to my terminal; consider the assignment locked down!"
"Excellent!"
Zhang Shan dragged Lu Zhanbo into his quarters, opening high-level data panels to break down the massive stock liquidation parameters.
Left behind in the living room, Zeng Xiaoxian blinked blankly, his processors entirely unable to calculate what kind of macro-scale operation Zhang Shan was running behind the scenes.
Adjacent Suite 3602.
Zhang Wei cleared the front threshold after wrapping up his shift at the legal firm, his entire physical frame dropping onto his mattress in a state of total structural fatigue.
"Extreme load..."
Gazing up at the ceiling panels, his mind recalled the decentralized digital token Zhang Shan had pitched—Bitcoin. Driven by basic analytical curiosity, and the fact that the token's financial acquisition requirements were practically beneath the floor, Zhang Wei had recently cleared a minor transaction to hoard roughly a thousand tokens inside a digital wallet just for fun.
But his personal database possessed absolute zero comprehension regarding cryptocurrency mechanics; he had stared at the text strings for hours without isolating a single shred of real-world utility or value data.
"Sigh~ drop the file. The ledger cost was practically non-existent anyway; consider it a minor financial penalty to purchase a real-world learning experience."
Having successfully pacified his wounded financial logic, Zhang Wei stepped into the central kitchen sector, prepping to run a basic culinary macro to feed his system.
Previously, Zhang Shan had advised his station to accumulate Apple stock, but by the time his processors cleared the hesitation block, the ticker had already advanced beyond his comfort zone. After a long period of calculation, Zhang Wei had limited his financial exposure to a tight ten-thousand-yuan allocation—purely as an act of solidarity to back his friend's play.
As for the alternative characters in the unit? Chen Meijia operated under a permanent liquidity deficit, rendering her profile entirely incapable of financial intervention. Kamiki Sekiya flatly stated his programming held zero compatibility with stock speculation, logging a minor token allocation worth barely a few thousand.
To be technically fair, Kamiki's regular routine was exceptionally optimized regarding financial conservation; he never permitted his account to execute reckless expenditure macros. The sole critical vulnerability in his code was his tendency to drop his firewalls completely when a roommate requested a capital loan—completely failing to run a character validation scan before transferring his funds out.
Case in point: Lu Ziqiao!
That degenerate had extracted a clean thirty-thousand-yuan loan directly from Kamiki's account, dumping the entire financial payload straight into the Apple stock ticker. Furthermore, Ziqiao had initiated a high-intensity recruitment script across his entire active database of ex-girlfriends, siphoning a massive pool of liquidity out of their accounts and hurling the entire consolidated mass into the market lines.
According to his internal logic, the capital had been borrowed by his Lu Xiaobu persona anyway; what exact structural liability did that impose on the ledger of Lu Ziqiao? None. Furthermore, his core code held an absolute belief that Zhang Shan's engine would never transmit a fraudulent data stream to the cell!
Amid the tense, maximum-alert monitoring parameters of the entire investment demographic in the complex, the global distribution terminal for the iPhone 4 cleared its launch window precisely on schedule.
As the international keynote broadcast concluded, Apple's stock ticker instantly entered an absolute, hyper-velocity vertical spike!
Sitting before his dual-monitor workstation, Lu Zhanbo stared at the compounding green candles scaling into infinity, his entire cognitive system dropping into absolute, dazed paralysis.
"An upward surge! The trajectory is scaling exponentially without a single trace of resistance!" Zhanbo shrieked in wild, high-frequency excitement. "Sister! Ren! Our collective portfolios are hitting a cataclysmic breakout!"
Standing directly behind his chair was a tightly packed command cluster: Zhang Shan, Hu Yifei, Lu Ziqiao, and Zhang Wei.
Even though Zhang Shan's database had held absolute historical records of this event, looking at the empirical verification clearing the screen still caused the corners of his mouth to lift in an unsuppressible smirk.
"Maintain the hold protocol. We permit the graph to maximize its velocity before initializing our automated liquidation routines the day after tomorrow," Zhang Shan ordered smoothly.
At that mandate, the surrounding profiles remained locked in a state of sheer, unadulterated cognitive shock. Especially Zhang Wei and Lu Ziqiao. One of them had his features contorted in a dark grid of profound tactical regret, while the other's mouth had stretched so wide with laughter it looked ready to fracture his facial armor.
"HAHAHA! A breakout! My account has officially cleared absolute cosmic breakout parameters!" Lu Ziqiao opened his arms, running manic victory laps all over the bedroom space!
Zhang Wei's visual visors grew visibly misty with tears. His internal processors were running a non-stop self-flagellation loop, savagely demanding why his hardware had hesitated to dump his entire net worth into the file. Had his account executed a total entry back then, his entire financial asset valuation would have scaled by a factor of three—if not more!
Hu Yifei laughed, cutting her eyes toward Ren. "Incredible technical execution. The market matched your forecast down to the exact decimal line. Did your terminal intercept a classified internal data stream beforehand?"
Zhang Shan nodded smoothly. "Correct. An ancient cosmic entity once breached my sleep macro, transmitting the entire structural roadmap of this timeline directly into my processors."
"Tch completely low-fidelity" Yifei rolled her eyes hard, though the brilliant smile playing across her features was completely impossible to suppress.
Across the entire demographic, Hu Yifei had injected the deepest liquidity pool; consequently, her account was currently capturing the absolute highest profit margin. Following this single market run, her personal ledger possessed more than enough weight to execute an upfront, full-cash clearance to buy a premium estate inside the Magic City center!
Zhang Shan stated, "Alright, the monitoring phase is settled. The technical liquidation sub-routines Zhanbo coded will handle the automated sales; our profiles can simply relax and wait for the clearing houses to transfer the liquidity into our accounts!"
"Leave the execution to my terminal! My firewalls guarantee your capital transfers won't encounter a single microsecond of transactional risk!" Lu Zhanbo laughed confidently.
Once the initial adrenaline spike stabilized, the roommates drifted back into the central living room. Lu Ziqiao checked his perimeter tracking, asking with slight confusion, "Why has Master Zeng's profile failed to materialize today? If my memory records are solid, his account injected a significant allocation into the ticker as well? Is his system so disconnected that he ignores a financial breakout of this magnitude?"
Zhang Shan explained, "It's a matter of operational scheduling driven by that Laura incident. The media network executives are aggressively scheming to exploit his current viral traffic metrics; they have locked down a contract forcing Master Zeng to appear as a high-priority celebrity guest on an incredibly popular mainstream television broadcast. His administrative schedule is completely choked for the next forty-eight hours."
The millisecond the technical keyword Gossip cleared the air arrays, Chen Meijia and Kamiki Sekiya materialized out of nowhere like cloaked specters. Clutching a high-capacity bucket of popcorn, Meijia's eyes flared with intense excitement. "Is my system intercepting a fresh stream of Master Zeng's relationship gossip? The scent of a scandalous data leak was so potent that my sensors detected it all the way from the adjacent suite!"
Single Relevant Follow-up Question:
Since Zeng Xiaoxian's sudden viral fame from the "Mutual Destruction Mode" broadcast has drawn the attention of mainstream television executives, and Zhang Shan's squad is about to receive an astronomical wave of liquid wealth from the Apple stock breakout, should Zhang Shan use his newly acquired financial dominance to quietly buy out the television network hosting Zeng Xiaoxian's upcoming guest appearance to shield his friend from exploitative media scripts, or should he focus his immediate processing power on finalizing the logistics for the upcoming communal camping trip?