While Lin Qing was engrossed in a lively conversation with the system, she remained seated next to her grandfather, subtly observing the young masters of the Su family. The atmosphere grew a bit awkward after the revelation, as no one dared to break the silence.
Curiosity still burning within her, Lin Qing turned to the system and asked, "Do you have something like a compatibility calculator, you know, like the ones they use with horoscopes?"
The system seemed taken aback, virtually choking on its words. "Not exactly, host, but I can offer some suggestions based on their profiles and your preferences."
A hint of disappointment flashed across Lin Qing's face. "Well, I don't think I can really connect with the sci-fi writer. It seems he's only interested in sci-fi books and ghostie , I just can't see myself connecting with him.
And as for the director, I always felt like he was more intrigued by her (ghostie) abilities.
I don't want to pretend to be someone I'm not. Plus, I don't want to sit down and write those sci-fi books to create a fake allure or bound or anything like that.
I am already attractive, having to choose from those candidates, thinking about this even makes me angry."
The system tried to reason with her. "Host, I understand your concerns, but remember, our mission is to find a suitable candidate. You don't have to act like someone you're not. We can create coincidental encounters with other potential candidates, and you can choose your favorite among them."
Lin Qing shook her head, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "No, I've already made up my mind."
The system was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend her decision. "What did you decided?"
Lin Qing couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you read my mind?"
The system clarified, "I can't fully read your mind, host. I can only hear the parts where you specifically refer to me."
Amused by the system's limitation, Lin Qing playfully teased, "Well, it seems you'll have to rely on my direct communication then. I already decided on a candidate."