Once the communication got through, Su Wan’s tone was a bit unnatural.

"Xiao’an, where are you now?"

"I’m at the dormitory." Sheng An was smart and noticed something was off in Su Wan’s tone.

Taking a deep breath, she said, "Xiaowan, has Food God already gotten married, or, does he not want to give me his contact number? You don’t have to worry about me, just tell me outright."

Actually, it was, and it wasn’t.

With determination, Su Wan said, "Xiao’an, actually, Food God is my alt!"

Sheng An: "..."

Such a calm and rational friend was shocked into silence for quite some time!

Su Wan thought that Sheng An had lost the connection!

After making sure there was no disconnection, she quickly continued: "At that time I had just woken up and was still quite weak, but I knew that Su Man had always been coveting the Su Family restaurant, so during that period, I worked on the recipes."

"Later, I started trying live streaming while cooking, and gradually built up popularity."

"Then, when competing with Su Man for the management rights of the Su Family restaurant, Food God played a significant role."

"Once, while doing a live stream under the account of Food God, I held a cake giveaway event, and it happened that one of the winning viewers was named Sheng Le, from District 10—I knew he was your brother from the orphanage."

Su Wan rattled off a lot, and finally said in a soft voice, "Xiao’an, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to fall for Food God."

From the other end of the communication, came Sheng An’s muffled voice, "Give me a moment to process this..."

"I’m sorry." Su Wan truly didn’t know what else to say.

This matter caught her off guard.

She said, "I don’t want to lose you as a friend."

Hearing her miserable and soft voice, Sheng An felt somewhat helpless.

"It’s not that serious, I’m just a little surprised."

She had thought of many possibilities.

She had even considered that Food God might already be an old man, with grandchildren...

But she never thought that Food God would actually be her roommate!

In the end, Sheng An said, "Xiaowan, I need some time to myself, let’s talk tomorrow."

Su Wan could only nod in agreement.

After ending the communication, she hugged her pillow and sat there for a long time, saying nothing.

Vermilion Bird: "Master, are you upset about this matter?"

Su Wan: "I’m worried about losing Sheng An as a friend."

Vermilion Bird: "Actually, if you don’t want to reveal Food God’s identity, you could simply have told her that Food God is married."

And that wouldn’t have been deceiving Sheng An.

After all, Food God is Su Wan, and Su Wan is indeed married.

Su Wan shook her head, "Sheng An is the first friend I made at Empire University, and my best friend. I don’t want to deceive her and besides, I trust her to keep the secret of Food God."

Vermilion Bird: "But there is still a fifty percent chance that she will reveal this secret. And an eighty percent chance that she will be angry with you and become distant in the future."

Vermilion Bird, after analyzing the data, believed that Su Wan’s decision was not the optimal choice.

Su Wan knew Vermilion Bird was trying to look out for her and replied with a gentle smile, "No, that would prove that I’m not being honest with her, and thus not worthy of being her friend."

Vermilion Bird didn’t say anything more, probably recalculating the logic.

After chatting with Vermilion Bird for a while, Su Wan’s mood calmed down.

It was never her intention to deceive Sheng An.

And the moment she realized the misunderstanding, Su Wan had promptly explained it.

She even shared her own secret.

As for whether her friendship with Sheng An could continue,

That would depend on Sheng An’s thoughts.

Sheng An wasn’t particularly heartbroken, just felt it was a bit inconceivable and her mind was a bit in chaos.

In the three-person dormitory, now she was the only one present, and it was very quiet all around.

With a ding, the brain-computer interface received another message, sent by Sheng Le.

Sheng Le: Sis, did you get Food God’s contact?

Sheng Le: Sis, maybe you shouldn’t ask for Food God’s contact number anymore, okay?

Sheng An found Sheng Le’s message a bit strange and replied with one of her own.

Sheng An: Why shouldn’t I ask for Food God’s contact number?

Sheng Le: I know you like him, and I don’t like that you like him.

Sheng An: Why? Don’t you always say that you like Food God too? Why won’t you let me like him?

Sheng Le: How can it be the same! Anyway, you’re not allowed to like him!

Sheng An was a bit speechless reading his childish words.

And then a bit helpless.

She really still liked Food God, only, her possible naïve admiration had turned into real fondness.

Xiaowan was her good friend, how could she not like her?

On Sheng An’s side, she gradually came to terms with it, while Su Wan on the other end was actually a bit anxious.

She asked Vermilion Bird countless times, "Did Xiao’an send a message yet?"

Vermilion Bird: "No, Master."

Su Wan was somewhat speechless, "If there’s no message, there’s no message, why did you add a ’no’ at all? Are you mocking me?"

Vermilion Bird: "Master, you’re a bit sensitive. Artificial intelligence doesn’t have such complex emotions as you humans."

Su Wan: "Haha, the emotions of White Tiger are much more complex than those of ordinary humans."

Vermilion Bird: "Because our several artificial intelligences have different tendencies. I, like Bai Ze, tend towards rational wisdom, while White Tiger and Aiwei tend towards emotional intelligence."

Su Wan hadn’t expected that these high-level artificial intelligences were so distinctly categorized.

She had thought that artificial intelligence was all rational.

With worries on her mind, Su Wan did not sleep well that night, frowning even in her dreams.

She murmured softly to herself.

Lying beside her, Gu Jue noticed his darling wife’s restless sleep and thought it was because her belly was too big, making it hard for her to sleep comfortably.

So his fluffy tail came over expertly to comfort his little darling wife.

Su Wan, holding the fluffy tail, finally settled down a little.

But she still murmured softly to herself.

Gu Jue leaned closer and finally made out the intermittent words.

The gist was: Don’t love me, it’s hopeless.

Commander Gu: "..."

After being soothed by the big tail, Su Wan slept deeply.

But when she woke up the next day, she saw faint shadows under the eyes of Commander Gu.

Su Wan asked with concern, "Ajue, didn’t you sleep well last night?"

Gu Jue looked at her deeply for a moment, saw her confused expression, and furrowed his handsome brows slightly.

"I’m fine."

"Oh, let me go have breakfast with you!"

School was starting in a few days, and Su Wan planned to spend more time with her Commander.

After breakfast, as Su Wan watched the Commander get on the aircraft, she turned to Vermilion Bird and complained, "I always felt Ajue didn’t sleep well last night. I went to bed early; I don’t even know when he came back to the bedroom."

Vermilion Bird: "The male master entered the bedroom at eleven o’clock last night."

Su Wan: "That’s not late. And isn’t it said that beastmen have strong physical constitutions? Some beastmen can go fifty or sixty hours without sleep, no problem, right?"

Her house’s Commander should be stronger than ordinary beastmen.

Meanwhile, Gu Jue on the aircraft massaged his temples and suddenly said, "White Tiger, what do the words ’Don’t love me, it’s hopeless’ mean?"