The System In My Head

How to get a date to your room and show her your artwork

"I understand the dragon queen's motivation," Annabelle said.

Ben raised an eyebrow. "And what is it?"

"The crabs are overfishing, destabilizing the marine ecosystem. They're evil..."

"...Them?"

"It's like Earth today. Humans destroy the environment. I really wish I had an army of dragons. I myself have considered wiping out humans .. but that would cost billions of working hours." He sighed. "I don't have much time..."

Ben's face became serious. 'Will he pass the entrance exam in a mental institution? ...I should have gotten a clue about this when he agreed to draw me as a dragon at our first meeting... Those fucking breasts fascinate me...' Despite thinking that, he nodded in agreement. "You're right..."

He's powerless. 'I'm still bewitched by those ball mages...'

The two took a walk in the gallery, saw paintings and got to know each other. They chatted about this and that: art, music, the possibility of getting caught up in a Groundhog's Day scenario...

Ben tries his best to keep the conversation in the realm of human logic. However, Annabelle has a tendency to jump to the tangent like the Titanic passengers jumped onto a lifeboat during an iceberg collision...

"What made you decide to study art?" She asked.

Annabelle smile. "I love learning about the universe... Nothing is eternal, you know? Everything is eroded in a sea of tragic entropy... Art is amazing because it captures things that only exist for a moment, or nothing at all-just a vision in one's mind. Then you can show the art to people, and watch the time melt it like ice cream on a summer day..."

...

'Losing me at the end there.and how can I follow through?' Ben swallows. "I like ice cream..."

He swallowed again. 'That's the best you can think of, stupid brain?!? Are you forcing me to exist as a comic relief world?!? ...That's her..no? Brain, I urge you to rethink three times! Comedy is unpopular! We want boobs and asses!'

Ben was complaining. 'Look, I'm not Gary Stu, I'm not a Japanese mc novel either, so these girls don't have the decency to attack me! ...If you continue to make me spit out stupid things in front of them, it will be death if it continues this way!' He breathed internally. '...Forgetit. To be honest, Annabelle's personality isn't common enough to make this easy...'

Annabelle's eyes sparkle. "I also like ice cream...I.also like you."

[Current target attraction level: interested(+1)]

His statement caught Ben off guard and brought him back to reality. Her impression of Annabelle was unusual, to say the least. 'He's really honest. I don't even need a system to tell me about her feelings...'

***

After spending another hour together in a conversation reminiscent of the Adult Swimming sketch...Ben takes Annabelle out of an art exhibition and into his dorm.

[Current target attraction level: interested]

[Current target comfort level: familiar(+1)]

Ben's goal now is to get Annabelle up to her dorm room. However, Annabelle did not live on the floor like Miyuki, so she needed a reason to wake her up. Antonio told him any reason could work out with enough practice, but Ben preferred something relevant. 'Luckily I prepared something earlier for this.' As they walk towards his building, Ben throws his lasso. "Hey, I never told you, but I'm also an artist."

'A shlong performing artist ...' He continued. "I have a section upstairs that I'm working on that you want to see. Let's go up."

Annabelle seemed interested and did not hesitate to agree.

A few minutes later, they were in front of Ben's dorm room when he entered the key. "It's a good thing Fariq was never here at the moment." Ben took Annabelle in and told her to sit on the bed. In the meantime, he asked himself to go to the bathroom.

Inside, he turned on the tap and took a few seconds to calm down. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, then lowered his head and whispered a few words of motivation. "Don't mess up...I've worked too hard for this...It's a big debut.so don't disappoint brother." He's talking to his penis!

Immediately, Ben opened the door and went to sit next to Annabelle. He put his phone down and played 60s classical music on Apple's radio app because he didn't have it on his phone and didn't know many musicians in that genre. Earlier, Annabelle told him that she liked the genre...

After a little chat, Ben was ready to show the artwork he had prepared beforehand for him. 'I wish I could swap my tsundere system for being reborn in a Chinese novel, then I could show him an incredible song or poem by stealing left and right copyrights ...'

He grumbled, 'How delightful is my brain in auto-pilot, throwing out stock phrases and cliche idioms, making the world faint...Instead, I had to do a random butt pull...'

Then his eyes blinked. 'Ever since I called truck-kun, I have had suspicions about this world. There are systems, dungeons, cultivation pills, and Pokemon techniques...I just don't understand.'

'System, if I'm not in the Japanese or Chinese novel world, then what kind of world is this?' Suddenly, he got a bad feeling. 'Please tell me it's not a genuine English web ...' His face became grim. 'It would be a death sentence. No one reads that shit!'

...

Ben didn't get an answer. 'B *tch ...'

With no other recourse to the system's silent treatment, Ben refocused on the date. "I will reveal to you my masterpiece, which I have been working on for a year. My final goal is to put it in the Museum of Modern Art..." From the drawer on his desk, he took out the artwork very carefully.

It was a she-piece of blue construction paper with an image in a colored marker. A smiling sun, a house, a dog, and a couple holding hands - figures of male and female sticks...It was the perfect artwork if it was drawn by a crazy 6-year-old... In other words, a piece of junk...

Even so, Ben pointed at the couple in the picture. "It's me and you..." He wanted to play it to laugh.

But the laughter never came.

...

'Oh, fuck. Is he angry because I insult the art world?'

Annabelle's face turned serious. His fingers trembled as he pointed at the image. "Are you really drawing this magnum opus?" His eyes glowed in amazement.

...

'What did they teach him in that art school?'