Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 145 Extra Story 2 Bingshan School Grass and Manga Otaku (1)

My name is Qin Yunru.

Before I was bound by the mentally retarded Silly Baitian system, I was a small employee of a certain agency who was single for nearly 30 years.

My daily hobby is holding a big bottle of Coke, a big bag of potato chips, hugging left and right, and chasing the hottest dramas.

Nine to five, five insurances and one housing fund, one cat at home, living an ordinary and boring life.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, and there are no absolutely ordinary people. Everyone has their own special.

For example, I am in a sense the chosen one, the unlucky one chosen by heaven.

If you go out without an umbrella, it will rain 100% of the time, and on the day you bring an umbrella, it will never rain 100% of the time.

People gave him the nickname, the enemy of the Rain God.

One year I carried an umbrella every day, but there was a drought in city A?
Is this playing old lady?
In order to implement peace and justice, I always deliberately don’t wear an umbrella for a certain period of time, rubbing the umbrella of my colleagues, and making do with it, so I can’t destroy the world.

I have been working hard for five or six years, because I can't fight my parents, so I am still a screw.

I forgot to mention that my parents threw me to the gate of the orphanage one month after I was born.

I am still waiting for them to take me to inherit the family property, but it is more likely that they will ask me to go back to repay the sky-high loan.

If you think about it this way, forget it, the current small life is quite comfortable, why bother to make yourself unhappy.

The department I work in has a nickname called Springboard. After staying here for a few years, I will be promoted quickly, and I am just an escort for the young people who come to the department.

Fortunately, the salary in the department is good, and the young people are always very considerate and give me the biggest year-end bonus, because they all know that my family has a big orange cat, and the food is better than mine, which can be regarded as internal poverty alleviation.

I'm sorry Daju, cat food is too expensive now, and I need foreign aid to raise you.

At present, I am saving money crazily, preparing for being single for the rest of my life, and saving some money for my retirement.

I'm very indifferent to feelings. I don't believe in anything in my life except money and cats.

My big orange treats me indifferently, but I always regard it as my first love, no, I regard it as my ancestor.

Although the big orange is a bit rounder, but fortunately it has a kind of childish cuteness, with a small face.

Even though he is wide and fat when he grows up, fortunately the face of the kitten has not changed, otherwise I would not have been able to bear his old man's aura long ago.

Appearance is justice.

I now live in an old building in the city center.

The landlord is a nail-biter. This old-fashioned residential building is the only one among the skyscrapers. It looks quite imposing. If you have the guts, what can you do with me? Hit me, hehehe, you can’t beat me Hooliganism.

In this life, I help the elderly cross the road, occasionally donate blood, and take vitamins and calcium tablets seriously, hoping to live a few more years.

In the evening, the air was still hot and humid, so I got off the subway with an umbrella and a backpack on my back, and walked towards the old-fashioned building.

When I got home and turned on the lights, I turned on the old-fashioned ceiling fan at home and felt a little cool.

My big orange came over obediently and wagged his tail at me, tsk, I've heard of dog licking, but it's the first time I've seen cat licking.

"What's the matter, do you know you're hungry?" I ignored it, took a pack of cigarettes from the table, lit the fire, and the smoke was lingering, and Daju walked away unhappily.

I couldn't help laughing, stood up, added a bowl of cat food to it, changed the water, and called it to eat.

"Big orange, eat rice, Mama loves you." I said perfunctorily.

I walked to the balcony, with a cigarette in my mouth, hugged the big orange, and put it in front of the bowl.

"Eat, little ancestor." I smiled helplessly.

Daju moved his lazy body and licked my hand. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. I attribute it to the possibility of an earthquake tonight. I heard that animals have premonitions before natural disasters happen.

Another young man came to the department today, who looks so good that the little girl's heart is disturbed, but it doesn't include me, I'm just jealous of the expensive watch on his wrist.

Do not pretend to be a full set, brat.

His name is Qin Yan, and both of them have the surname Qin, but even if they are in the same dimension, they are not from the same world.

I lay on the balcony, watching the afterglow of the setting sun disappear suddenly, and the night fell.

After eating a cigarette, I cooked a bowl of rice for myself, served it with a packet of spicy food, and an orange. It's good to be single, and everything tastes delicious.

I'll probably have acne tomorrow, but whatever, I just hope there won't be an earthquake tonight.

My big orange is sleeping on my bed tonight.

I think if an earthquake comes, it will definitely call me. After all, cat food is not free for three or four years.

So he lay on all fours in peace and fell asleep crookedly.

When I woke up again, it was still dark, thunder was rolling outside the window, and raindrops mixed with hail were hitting the window. I thought I must not have woken up yet, where did the hail come from in the summer.

"Is the host a pig? If I sleep again, I won't be able to do the mission anymore!" An emotionless mechanical voice sounded in my ear, as if it came from my own mind.

I sighed, I already knew that sooner or later my brain would become problematic if I kept going on like this, so I should go to the hospital tomorrow weekend.

"First-level electric shock." The voice sounded again.

I felt that my heart was paralyzed for a moment, and my heart missed several beats. I almost died.

I sat up, and it was dark around me, and only when the lightning flashed by outside the window could I barely see the surrounding scene clearly.

"It seems that you have woken up. Welcome to the silly white sweet system. Here you have to do tasks. The points you get in exchange for successful tasks can be exchanged for real soft girl coins. If you fail the task, you will be punished."

I scratched my hair, "You can send me home, I will definitely not call the police. Silly and sweet, it sounds weird, I am a serious civil servant, and my cat is still waiting for me to feed."

"..." The silly white sweet system is also a novice at first glance, paused for a long time, and then said: "This is a strong buy and sell, rejection is ten layers of electric shock."

I really want to scold the [-]th generation ancestors of this rubbish thing, but as a prisoner, I still know how to read faces.

"How much is the salary, I can think about it."

"Success is 200 million points, and 50 points will be deducted for failure. Since both the system and the host are newcomers, the first one to fail will also have a 100 million pension."

200 million points, that is 200 million soft sister coins. In City A, where every inch of land is expensive, the down payment is basically stable. Even if it fails, there is still 100 million.

"What do you want me to do? It's agreed. I will never do murder and arson."

"The host's mission is to be a qualified idiot."

Be a fool?I'm afraid this system is not stupid. Isn't Bai Fumei delicious? I really can't think of it if I have to be stupid.

However, if she refuses such a well-rounded pie-in-the-sky thing, she will be more stupid than the system.I knew that I was God's own daughter, and God was my own father.

This system looks like Yazi with a low IQ, it doesn't matter, sister, I will lead you to the pinnacle of life.

"What about my cat? It will starve to death after a long time." I said anxiously.

"The flow of time in the host's world is very slow. After 100 years here, the host's world is only one second. You can't starve to death in one second." The system explained, gnashing its teeth a bit when it mentioned the word fat orange.

I nodded, Daju, Mama is working hard to make money, just be hungry for that little second.

(End of this chapter)