The Most Random System

It’s said that the greatest sorrow for a middle-aged man is "spring leaves but the flowers remain, people come but the birds are no longer startled". Sometimes, it’s not just the birds that aren’t startled; you might even have trouble going to the bathroom.

But Chen Zhongping thinks, what kind of sorrow is that?

The real sorrow is clearly right now—

Not knowing why his wife suddenly became unhappy, he sends a message to the young patch beside his wife, hoping she can tell him what happened on the way to the exam. But all he got was the cold reply, "I won’t tell you!"

Why is there no obligation to inform??!!!

His wife and daughter are drifting away! Wife and daughter are drifting away!!

How else can one express affection?

He is just a businessman, what does he know about stream of consciousness?

Watching his wife only send him the "hehe" emoji repetitively, Chen Zhongping is pacing nervously in the gym, beads of sweat from exercising running down his head.

Wait a moment!

What era is this! Do I still need to think by myself? There’s AI!

Chen Zhongping snaps his fingers and immediately pulls out his phone.

Sure enough, with a search on AI, the answer comes instantly.

"Chen Zhongping: If affection has a color, maybe it’s the grey-blue that leaks through the curtains when you turn over in the morning and press on my hair. It’s less fierce than the afternoon but more real than midnight. It smells like the osmanthus fragrance on your windbreaker from last autumn, still perceptible when the closet is opened this year. Sometimes I feel that your voice when asking me this question will fall into my morning coffee, and as I drink it, my whole body from throat to stomach becomes warm and humid. This affection no longer feels like an emotion but more like an ecological system formed by the body itself."

"Song Xin: ?"

"Song Xin: I turn over and press on your hair? Tell me, how am I supposed to press on your crew cut?"

"Song Xin: And coffee cup? Do you have a habit of drinking coffee in the morning so you have a coffee cup?"

"Song Xin: Wait a moment! Chen! Zhong! Ping! Where did the osmanthus fragrance come from in our closet? Which home’s closet is this? Do you have other homes outside?"

Oh dear, working out is really exhausting, Chen Zhongping is drenched in sweat that won’t stop.

Damn.

It’s been too long since leaving school days behind, Chen Zhongping almost forgot, the biggest taboo of copying assignments is not to copy them verbatim.

Also should not copy others’ student numbers and names.

"Chen Zhongping: If affection has a color, maybe it’s the grey-blue that leaks through the curtains when I turn over in the morning and press on your hair. It’s less fierce than the afternoon but more real than midnight. It smells like the Chanel Chance Eau Tendre Eau de Toilette Spray (50ml) gift set pink bottle tender chance fragrance you sprayed on the windbreaker last autumn, still perceptible when the closet is opened this year. Sometimes I feel that your voice when asking me this question will fall into my freshly ground soybean milk and unsweetened black sesame paste in the morning, and as I drink it, my whole body from throat to stomach becomes warm and humid. This affection no longer feels like an emotion but more like an ecological system formed by the body itself."

But no worries!

It can be remedied! It can still be remedied!

The perfume was one of the many gifts given last year, directly copied from the historical products list!

Now, it’s completely localized!

Flawless!

The wife didn’t reply immediately, but paused for a moment—

"Song Xin: Hmm."

"Song Xin: That’s nice, after all these years together, there’s no need to fuss over things, you’ve tried hard enough, just like this, *smile*."

"Song Xin: I have to drive, taking off."

Chen. Zhong. Ping, crisis!!!

Oh snap!!

This is a level beyond ’anger’ called ’giving up’!!!

Chen Zhongping reiterates, working out is really exhausting!

Frantically wiping off the sweat from working out, Chen Zhongping trembles trying to salvage the situation—

"Chen Zhongping: Are you having lunch at home today? I’ll go back now and cook for you."

"Song Xin: Let’s eat out instead of at home."

"Chen Zhongping: Okay, it’s up to you, where should we eat?"

"Song Xin: There seems to be a nice restaurant next to the Civil Affairs Bureau. By the way, pears seem like a nice fruit."

"Chen Zhongping: I’m particularly eager to cook today!! Can’t contain the desire to cook! Let’s still eat at home!"

"Chen Zhongping: I’ll go back and prepare now, you drive safely, not chatting, see you at home!!!"

Don’t really have the time to spare fighting with the gym.

Too exhausting, perspire so easily, better go home and coax the wife!

After a simple wash in the gym shower, Chen Zhongping gets ready to drive home.

Looking back at his chat history with Song Xin, Chen Zhongping chuckles.

Whether AI chose one that didn’t match him or forced a modification for re-sending, it was intentional, his emotional intelligence isn’t that low.

It’s a shared smile between the couple, and merely his clumsy attempt to please.

Honestly finding a suitable AI script to copy would be boring.

Starting the car, reaching the intersection, Chen Zhongping thinks for a moment and decides to change direction.

He decides to go to the supermarket to buy a durian first.

Might be useful.

Of course, Chen Zhongping needs to emphasize here, he isn’t afraid of his wife, he’s just pampering her.

In usual times, he just pretends to be dominated by Song Xin, pretends to have no status at home, but this is actually part of his plan.

I have my own rhythm, bro!

Some people don’t understand and speak nonsense!

Durian thorns initially felt painful, but after kneeling a few times, he found them actually quite charming, gradually, different feelings grow in his heart.

As for the chat record mentioning pears?