What's it Like to Have Your Fictional Girlfriend Become Your Real-Life Girlfriend

The starry sky is the abyss… Qin Luming had heard Zuozuo and Caicai talk about other worlds before, but they couldn't say too much. Because when people in one world learned too much about another, the two worlds would become connected.

This connection could be captured by some divine practitioners, who would then construct a passage between the two worlds. For a world like Earth, this was clearly not a good thing.

The stronger the presence of another world in the current world, the easier it was to construct a passage, and the more stable the passage would be.

This kind of divine art was probably related to quantum effects, like the theory that the same quantum can exist in two places… Qin Luming understood neither divine arts nor quantum theory, so he naturally couldn't comprehend it and could only guess.

Zuozuo and Caicai didn't understand either. Their powers were more like instincts. Qin Luming had no intention of digging too deep into them. For Qin Luming, their simple lives and carefree happiness were more important. At most, they could provide a little inspiration when Qin Luming was researching certain things.

There was no other way. Zuozuo was alright; at most, she would remember she wanted to eat meat while talking about important matters. Caicai, however, was more difficult to communicate with. If you talked about serious matters with her, she'd think you were telling a story. If you joked with her, she'd most likely take it seriously.

Maybe it was just a dream… Qin Luming stopped worrying about it. He had encountered many strange things, but ultimately, they hadn't resulted in him transmigrating or being reborn. He was still living idly in the real world.

After breakfast, Caicai suggested going back to sleep, and Zuozuo agreed. The two of them brushed their teeth, patted their little bellies, and went back to their room to sleep.

Qin Luming looked at the two little girls, smiled, and shook his head. They were Qin Luming's right and left hands, and he also treated them like cute younger sisters… He could accept everything about them, but it was clear he hoped his future girlfriend wouldn't be like this.

Qin Luming had very high standards for a girlfriend. He would rather remain single than compromise. He even felt that the type of person he liked might not exist in reality.

This was a normal thought. For example, many otaku's wives were in the two-dimensional world and didn't exist in the real world.

But most of these people just said it. If they had the chance to find a decent girlfriend in reality, they would forget about their two-dimensional wives… Anyway, there were countless husbands for the girls in the two-dimensional world; one more or one less wouldn't make a difference.

Qin Luming wasn't like that. He didn't use two-dimensional girls to satisfy his emotional needs. He just lived peacefully with Zuozuo and Caicai, waiting for the girl he liked to appear.

She should have long hair, preferably down to her hips, with neat, un-split ends.

She didn't need to be too tall. When she stood in front of him, she would need to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. With a gentle embrace from him, she would curl up in his arms like a cute little animal.

She should be talented, at least liking to read as much as Qin Luming. Whether she had talents in music, chess, calligraphy, or painting didn't matter.

She should be proud, with unparalleled confidence, not easily shaken. But sometimes she would compromise for him, and of course, he would do the same for her.

She could be a little awkward, unwilling to openly display her emotions, as she would find it frivolous. But she would also act spoiled when they were intimate.

She should be jealous. This was a sign that a girl cared deeply about her boyfriend. If she was extremely jealous, even jealous of herself, that would be the cutest.

Her cooking and housekeeping skills could be quite terrible, so he could teach her. When she was clumsy in the kitchen, he would gently embrace her from behind, teaching her hand in hand.

He wouldn't mind if she made a mess of the kitchen. With Caicai, who had once modified a Gaggenau refrigerator that occupied an entire wall into an automatic stir-fry machine, how much worse could anyone else make a kitchen?

Thinking of this, Qin Luming finally felt inspired. He decided that while Zuozuo and Caicai were sleeping and wouldn't disturb him, he would go write before going out… His novel's heroine was written according to his ideal girlfriend's settings.

If only the girlfriend character he created could come to reality like Zhou Nan… But he could only think about it. This wasn't something he could control. First of all, there was one thing that stumped Qin Luming.

The novel My Wife is the Empress of the Zhou Kingdom was signed and published, with a certain reader base. Only novels like this had a chance.

Secondly, novels that were abandoned by their authors had some principle that Qin Luming couldn't yet understand… But this was essential. These abandoned novels, one day inexplicably becoming unsearchable on their original publishing websites, being blocked, and disappearing without an artificial 404 error, were a precursor to the world constructed by that novel forming a passage with the real world.

Qin Luming's novel hadn't even been signed yet; he couldn't even get past this threshold… His ideal was to write popular novels and then abandon them, precisely because he wanted to try to bring his created characters into reality, not for any malicious intent.

Qin Luming wasn't disheartened or depressed by this. He stubbornly stuck to his niche writing style.

Qin Luming wrote for an hour and a half, choosing words, revising them, and producing about a thousand characters. But he was already very satisfied, as he had actually written today, unlike the previous two days when he hadn't touched the keyboard at all.

Zuozuo and Caicai had also slept for a while. After waking up, they came to the study, following Qin Luming closely, worried that Qin Luming might go to another world without taking them.

So Qin Luming put on his gloves, and the two little girls merged with him again. The gloves flashed with grid-like patterns of semi-transparent jade, and then the entire glove disappeared on his skin.

Qin Luming clenched his fist, looked at his skin and the muscle lines on his arm, then went to the cloakroom to change his clothes and went out.

The weather was alright today; it wasn't raining. A piece of the clouds in the east had dispersed, revealing a patch of fiery red, looking vibrant and lively.

As usual, Qin Luming prepared to scan a code to ride a shared electric bike to school. But he saw a middle-aged man wearing a thick felt wide-brimmed hat and a long duffle coat give him a smile that said, "I have something to talk to you about," and walk towards him.

The man was about 1.85 meters tall, with slightly raised eyebrows, a prominent nose, and a small mustache. He looked like a successful and refined middle-aged man.

"Mr. Qin?" the middle-aged man asked, taking out his phone and showing an electronic business card to reveal his identity. "I am a private investigator."

"Oh." Qin Luming nodded, scanned the code to unlock the bike, and rode away.

The middle-aged man was stunned. It was the first time someone had ignored him and left immediately after hearing his identity.