I hate socializing. I specifically moved to Solitude Town and bought the villa furthest back in the Solitude Estates. Number 111. But one day, the peace was broken. Many people arrived in Solitude Town. At the same time, I heard a mechanical, static-filled voice: [Solitude World Dungeon Mission: Gain Acceptance from the BOSS.] I don't want a challenge! But the static voice returned: [Location: Solitude Estates, No. 111; Target: Aria Lane.] Wait, I'm the BOSS? 1 "Delivery!" Followed by urgent knocking. I thought I forgot to add the note "Don't knock, just leave at the door" to my order. I checked my phone in distress. Confirmed the order again. The note "Don't knock, just leave at the door" was written three times. I messaged the driver: [Please just leave it at the door.] The knocking didn't stop. I reluctantly called the driver. A deep voice rang from the door and my phone simultaneously. "Ms. Lane, your delivery is here. Please come out and get it." I tried to be polite, turning on the faucet to fake it. "I'm in the shower, just leave it at the door." Water rushed, knocking stopped. Five minutes later, I opened the door and peeked out to grab the food. I saw a handsome guy with sharp brows and starry eyes, lean waist and long legs, leaning against a Mercedes G-Wagon. Seeing me, he flashed what he thought was a charming smile, his voice lowered like a bullfrog chorus on a summer night, which I hated. "Ms. Lane, your delivery." Are delivery guy standards this high now? And he doesn't understand English. While confused, a bullet screen (danmu) appeared before my eyes: [Player 8 is so hot! With that face and body, I don't believe the BOSS won't yield.] What hot? So annoying! I was rotting here comfortably alone, why come to conquer me? Why livestream my life? I looked at the big bag in "Player 8's" hand with annoyance and said: "You got the wrong order. I only ordered spicy snail noodles." Player 8 curled his lips: "Snail noodles aren't healthy. I switched it to a seafood set for you. "There's Australian lobster, King crab..." I rolled my eyes. The man in front of me spoke for almost 300 words without stopping, paused, then continued: "You need to take care of your body, can't just eat junk food. I also brought some imported fruits and premium bird's nest..." The bullet screen was going wild: [So thoughtful!] [I think he can definitely take down the big BOSS this time.] [This level is too easy.] [Ahhh! Please give me a boyfriend like this!] Ugh! What does junk food have to do with him? What kind of familiar, patronizing poser is this? People like this? Based on my good upbringing, I didn't explode on the spot. I suppressed my anger, glancing at the big bag: "Thanks, but I'm allergic to seafood. Can't eat it. "Is my snail noodles still there?" Player 8 wasn't angry, continuing his oily gentle offensive: "Threw it away. Since you're allergic to seafood, I'll switch it to New Zealand lamb chops..." What lobster? What lamb chops? I don't want them! I only care about my spicy snail noodles with extra fried egg and sausage that I waited an hour for! And my ice-cold Coke. Thrown away! I couldn't pretend for another second. Slammed the door. Filed a complaint on the delivery app. The static sound buzzed again. [Player 8 failed to conquer, forcibly exited the game.] I opened the door, outside was clean, as if everything just now was a hallucination. But the complaint on the order was still there, and I was starving with no noodles. Can't explain what happened. Don't know how to handle it. Too lazy to handle it. Just hoping this was a hallucination from living alone too long. Sleep it off. 2 Peace had long been broken. Solitude Estates, with the lowest occupancy rate, was suddenly flooded with residents. Someone got a goose that honked all morning. The goose's enthusiasm ignited the dogs. Geese honking, dogs barking. Driving people crazy. But I really didn't have the energy to pick a new house. Thought I'd just endure it. I endured a long time when "Cream" first came home too. Cream is an energetic tuxedo cat. Speaking of cat. Where's my cat? I searched the villa up and down twice, even the yard. Didn't see Cream chasing his tail. Normally, with few people around, Cream would run out and come back himself. But the world is different now. The language of house cats is: if the owner isn't around, treat as a stray. And the language of strays is: snooze, you lose. I forced myself to go out. There were so many people in the complex garden. They smiled at me, enthusiastically gave directions, and invited me to their homes. I was forced into social interaction. Bullet screen floated in the air again: [These players are disguising as neighbors to conquer?] [Maybe inspired by 'distant relatives are not as good as near neighbors'.] [Doesn't look good, look at the BOSS's favorability, it's negative.] [Need to look at favorability? The BOSS looks like she's about to shatter.] [People who hate socializing see this, scalp tingling.] [Why hate socializing? I think communication between people is the most interesting.] [I say the gap between people is bigger than between people and dogs. You extroverts will never understand the pain of us introverts!] [First time seeing such a noob BOSS, kinda interesting.] This person talks trash. But luckily I found Cream. Cream, as a neutered male cat, couldn't move his legs next to a calico. Called him, ignored. The "cat self-soothing plush balls" I hung on Cream trembled in the wind. Trembling for the calico. The calico's owner was right there, watching everything gently. A sunny college boy. One look, full of vitality. Completely out of place with a low-energy person like me. Even so, the college boy spoke enthusiastically: "Sister, you raise this tuxedo cat so well. "So cute, plays super well with my Rue. "Sister, want to bring him to my place?" I looked down at the love-struck, 15-pound "semi-truck" Cream, and the overly beautiful calico written all over with rejection. Fell into thought. The college boy didn't seem to notice. I think "Beyoncé's" parents wouldn't welcome a chubby otaku with designs on their daughter to play at their house. Unless there's a catch. The bullet screen gossiped at this moment: [How does Player 13 have this god-tier item? Is it because he's handsome?] [(Sweating emoji) This was exchanged with points from the last world.] [It's in the bag, that's a calico. BOSS can refuse, but BOSS's cat can't.] 3 They were right. I don't want to interact with people. But Cream wants to interact with the calico. Even if he has no balls. Cream runs out every morning. And is brought back by the college boy at night. The college boy dressed increasingly skimpy. Return times got later and later. I looked at the boy's clothes, the collar plunging to his navel. Speechless sigh. The boy didn't notice, busy talking nonsense, while subtly showing off his abs. I wasn't interested. Just felt he was squeezing my favorite time of lying in bed reading novels at night. Other players seeing the boy visit, also couldn't wait to visit. Bringing all sorts of things. From morning to night! Even at 7 AM, someone knocked to bring me two steamed buns. No soy milk. Pure choking hazard. I looked out from the iron gate. Felt like I was in prison. And the opposite side was visiting hours. [Hahahaha, this is the most miserable BOSS I've ever seen.] [Empathized! Are we introverts just toys for you extroverts?] [This BOSS looks more ill-fated than me? Does she have any skills?] [None! That's why this level is called "The Mildest Dungeon".] Hints to leave were ignored time and again. And mocked by the bullet screen. I tried to reason with the instigator—the college boy. "Thank you for taking care of Cream these days. "Actually, you don't need to trouble yourself bringing him back every day, he knows the way home." The boy continued to flash his idol smile: "Sister, it's no trouble, I'm happy." Communication between people is sometimes difficult. Or maybe, he pretended not to understand. He kept coming. Lemon mint body wash. Like summer sunshine in novels. But I just want to crawl in the dark. And crawl some more. Don't know whose beagle finally stopped howling at 2 AM. 4 AM, knocking again. The college boy calling me outside: "Let's go, Sister, I'll take you to see the sunrise. "Didn't you post on Moments yesterday that you like this feeling of freedom the most?" Sunrise or sunset, under sudden passion, hitting it off with someone familiar, leaving immediately. Most beautiful. But I was lazy last night and didn't shower, sporting a super greasy head. Plus sleep deprivation. Asking me to go out now? Flip the table! Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I've really had enough! But only dared to rage in my room. "They are so annoying! Can they all disappear!" The world went quiet instantly. Something's wrong. I sneakily opened the door. Solitude Estates restored to solitude. Only the system voice remained: [BOSS resentment effective, players failed to conquer, forcibly exited the game.] The system read nearly two hundred numbers, until the electronic voice sounded tired. I couldn't sleep, climbed onto the roof to watch the sunrise. The sun tore open the cage bit by bit. The world, finally clean. 4 So good. Sleeping now won't be disturbed, right? I lived a few good days. But didn't dare go out much. Humans nowadays have too big an imagination. Sure enough, went out today and a handsome guy feigned injury, lying at my door. I saw it was bad. Is security bad in Solitude Town? Or trying to trick me into a redemption arc heroine route? How many heroines in those stories end well? I won't fall for this. Called the police immediately, let them handle this broken flower boy. When the police arrived, the bullet screen boiled over. [???] [No way, sir? Police in a horror game dungeon?] [Is this right?] [I'm laughing my head off.] [Please BOSS, don't always be so unexpected.] System prompted again: [Player 250 failed to conquer, forcibly exited the game.] The bullet screen laughed even more rampantly: [Hahahahaha! What's going on? The system treats our handsome player like this, I strongly demand a number change!] [Does it matter? Change what! He's offline.] [You don't understand. Live as a hero, die as a ghost hero. Die with a good reputation!] As for the later destitute young masters, handsome beggars, stray boys... I packed them all off to the police station. 5 Living alone, how can you not stay up late? Stayed up until the horizon turned white, finally felt sleepy. Finally wrapped in the quilt entering dreamland. Less than half an hour later, phone rang suddenly. Scary as the grim reaper calling. It was my distant aunt. Even less dare to answer. The thing I understand least in this life— Can't you text on WeChat? Why must you call? After the third ring, I had to answer. My aunt's always entitled voice came from the other side: "Aria, Auntie is coming to play in Solitude Town with your cousin recently. "Heard from your mom, you bought a house in Solitude Town. "We are family, there are so many empty rooms in the villa, let us stay for a few days." Annoying! Why does my mom tell everyone everything! I covered the mic, muttering a wish: "Hope Auntie's family changes their itinerary." The bullet screen burst my bubble: [Player 26 and Player 27, those are the BOSS's real relatives, damage immune.] [No way? Can play like this?] [Oh my god! Joker card! Is there any Asian who can refuse relatives?] [Me! I'd refuse directly! Fight and cut ties!] Envious of that personality! I want to do that too. But my mom would nag me to death! Although I hate socializing, I've always been a social pushover. Inexplicably becoming a BOSS felt more like a plaything of fate. I really didn't want them to come, but didn't dare refuse directly. Had to tell many lies. Lying requires psychological preparation. And a clear brain to ensure logic holds up. I twisted my fingers making excuses: "Auntie, really sorry, I have a business trip these days, I'll book a hotel outside for you, it's convenient." Auntie scoffed: "Didn't your mom say you don't have a job?" Tsk, is that the point? I continued: "Just found one." Auntie: "It's okay, we'll go stay first, can also help you take care of the plants in the villa, right, and your big fat cat." [These two players are gods!] [Cream: Politeness, do you have it?] Cream's face is a small matter now, refusing them entry is the most important. I continued finding excuses: "Cream is afraid of strangers. And it's too remote here, transportation is inconvenient, I'll book a hotel for you." Auntie: "Afraid of what? Let it stay upstairs, we won't bother it." ... Blah blah for twenty minutes. Every excuse, the other side countered. Pros at being relatives. I tried a last struggle: "But I might be on a business trip for a long time, really no one home." Auntie: "Then you need someone to take care of the house even more." Me: "Really no trouble, I already hired someone." Auntie: "Why spend that money? We are family, I watched you grow up." Here we go again. Classic rhetoric. Just watched me grow up. Occasional social exchanges, not close, but too embarrassed to fall out. Although the bullet screen was just text, I could see the schadenfreude behind it. [BOSS is anxious!] [This family card played the BOSS into a corner.] [Worthy of being relatives, shamelessness described so freshly.] [Didn't expect to see such a realistic scene in a game stream one day!] [This dialogue is like me and my relatives, reasonably requesting to remove the camera in my room.]
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