Chapter 47: Chi Mo 1

Tan Deming glanced at the math competition book. "You like this one? I'll go ask later to see if his family has any more books like this."

Tan You: "That works. Grandpa, please help me look for it. I think it's quite interesting."

When it came to finding things, Tan You could not compare to Tan Deming in any way. Tan Deming's social network was incredibly vast; he practically knew everyone within a few miles.

This was also due to Tan Deming's profession. Conducting funerals in rural areas required banquets, and Tan Deming specialized in that line of work. From the announcement of death to cremation, the funeral service, and the subsequent memorial rites like the seventh day and the fortieth day, Tan Deming handled everything in an orderly fashion.

Consequently, Tan You had spent much of her childhood eating meals at various neighbors' houses alongside Tan Deming, and his interpersonal relationships had been gradually accumulated over these decades.

Therefore, if Tan Deming wanted to find something, he could go directly to someone's house with a clear target, basically without needing any middlemen. It was extremely convenient.

In any case, in Tan You's eyes, her grandfather was much more reliable than her father. She used to believe that "a tiger does not sire a dog," but after truly experiencing several decades, Tan You realized that most sons were inferior to their fathers.

But no matter what, she was going to be that exception. She would make it so that Tan Lin could no longer suppress her at will, and she would ensure that Cheng Wenhui could no longer lecture her whenever she pleased.

That evening, after dinner, the Beauty System kept circling around Tan You. Its meaning was self-evident. Tan You flicked it once and, rather than teasing the little system, she set off decisively to complete the mission.

She had drawn this mission two days ago, but Tan You had not set out immediately; instead, she had been contemplating how to approach it. She was a person with obsessive-compulsive tendencies—since she was going to do it, she wanted to do it perfectly.

She didn't want to work hard only to end up with a basic reward; that would leave her feeling perpetually dissatisfied.

She had reviewed the experiences of the client, Chi Mo, for a long time and already had a general idea of how to proceed. However, overall, Tan You's performance could not deviate too much from the client's personality.

For example, the client was a dancer who had never had any contact with the field of finance. Tan You couldn't just go in there and absolutely dominate; even if she truly became a financial analyst, it wouldn't align with the client's personality and background.

So, ultimately, Tan You needed to do her best to align herself with the client's profession. However, just the thought of the client being a dancer made Tan You's face wrinkle involuntarily.

Her total artistic cells amounted to less than two ounces. Could she actually sustain the other person's dance career? This was what had been giving Tan You a headache for the past two days. Since she lacked artistic expression, she would make up for it with difficulty.

A dancer needs to have their own works. If the speed of releasing new works was fast enough and the difficulty was high enough, perhaps the mission difficulty wouldn't be so great?

With these thoughts, Tan You opened her eyes. Looking around, she knew exactly where she was: she was in Chi Mo's bedroom, and it was currently midday.

How strange. It was deep twilight where she had been, yet here the sun was high in the sky. Tan You threw off the covers, got out of bed, pulled open the curtains, and let out a long, deep stretch.

While washing up in the bathroom, looking at the face in the mirror that was entirely different from her own and feeling her excellent vision, the corners of Tan You's mouth curled up.

The reason she wanted to come out and do the mission was partly for the intelligence points, but another reason was that not being nearsighted allowed her to see many things she couldn't see normally.

"A pretty girl." After finishing her washing, Tan You casually applied some lotion and sat down in front of the vanity. Unlike Chi Mo's usual makeup routine, Tan You instead tapped the system.

"I remember you once said that beauty points cannot be used on myself," Tan You said, resting her chin on her hand. "Could it be that beauty points can be used on the client?"

The Beauty System bobbed up and down, seemingly nodding. "That's right. Beauty points can be applied to the client. As long as a girl is beautiful enough, no man won't like her."

Tan You shook her head. "Your logic is clearly flawed. A man might like you because of a girl's looks or figure, but that kind of liking is too shallow; it won't withstand the test of time."

The Beauty System was stubborn. "That only means the girl isn't beautiful enough."

Tan You gave up arguing with the Beauty System. She didn't need to use her views to convince it; she simply never agreed with the idea of using beauty to serve men.

"Check Chi Mo's status bar."

As soon as Tan You spoke, Chi Mo's initial data appeared before her. However, compared to her own status bar, Chi Mo only had the "Appearance" column, with an initial score of 72.

Following the score was a plus sign, and after the plus sign was the number 40—clearly the initial gift pack and the 40 beauty points Tan You had accumulated from her ten consecutive draws.

The Beauty System spun in circles in front of Tan You. "Host, add beauty points! Add beauty points! Anyway, you can't use them yourself, so just add them, add them!"

Tan You knew this little thing was eyeing her belongings. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. "Chi Mo is quite pretty. I don't think there's a need to add beauty points; she's already beautiful."

Beauty System: "Host, our slogan is to be a glamorous, stunning beauty! She can only be considered a little beauty, not a stunning beauty."

Tan You grew interested. "How many points count as a stunning beauty?"

The Beauty System immediately became serious. "According to the system, a score exceeding 90 is a stunning beauty. If the Host gives them beauty points, the Host's mission reward... *zzzt...*"

The Beauty System couldn't finish its sentence, but Tan You caught the implication. It meant that if she gave beauty points to the client, it would affect the mission rewards during the final settlement.

So, how did the system evaluate mission completion? Would it also take the client's evaluation into account?

"Host, just add the beauty points." While Tan You was lost in thought, the Beauty System finally endured the punishment. This time, it didn't dare to spoil anything; it just tried every possible way to persuade Tan You to add beauty points.

"Fine, I'll add them," Tan You said, not revealing her suspicions. "Add up to 90 first."

"Not all the way?" The Beauty System was somewhat disappointed; the Host still had so many beauty points.

Tan You: "I'll save them. What if I need them later? It's better to have supplies on hand to avoid panic."

"Fine then," the Beauty System said somewhat aggrievedly, but it followed her instructions and added 18 beauty points to Chi Mo. The moment the beauty points were deducted from Tan You's account, Chi Mo's face underwent a corresponding change.

Chi Mo originally had "doe eyes," but due to the appearance optimization, the corners of her eyes turned up slightly, invisibly diluting the air of bitterness in her expression. Her nose became more delicate, and her original bunny teeth seemed a bit smaller, making her look more playful.

Her previously somewhat puffy face returned to its best state, and her sparse eyebrows became thick, appearing as though she could pull off any eyebrow shape.