Host Dump [Quick Transmigration]

Huangliang dream pillow, once disillusioned.

30-year-old Su Lai is still that down-and-out man who has accomplished nothing.

But this time, even Tian Lai was gone.

When Su Lai opened his eyes again from this dim and small room, a full month had passed since his 30th birthday.

Without food for a long time, the already emaciated body is even more emaciated.The skinny hand stretched out, pulled the phone off the charging cable that had been attached to it, and tremblingly opened the unfamiliar and familiar phone interface.

Below the shocking date are a few missed calls marked with simple notes, and a few sporadic text messages.

Heck, Su Lai threw the phone aside casually, he has no thoughts or energy to care about these things now.

He felt that he should do something, but he couldn't think of anything in his mind.

After a long time, Su Lai realized that he should eat something first.Pressing the unconscious stomach, I have been hungry for too long, and I don't feel it anymore.

Slowly moving down from the bed, one foot stepped directly on the cold ground.Well, it's a bit cold——Su Lai felt a little vaguely, but he didn't have the idea of ​​looking for slippers, so he walked to the hanger with one bare foot and touched his wallet in his coat pocket.

Randomly took out the banknotes that were neatly arranged inside and put them in the pocket of his trousers casually, Su Lai just went out the door.

It is now December, and most of the people on the street are wrapped in thick cotton clothes, and are fully armed with hats, scarves and masks. Even so, they are still shivering from the bitter cold wind.At this time, Su Lai, who was only wearing a single shirt, was particularly eye-catching.

Su Lai has always paid attention to his own image. Even in the most difficult times, he must dress neatly and cleanly without any trace of wrinkle or dust.The hair must also be meticulous and docile.

But now Su Ze is only pulling one slipper on his foot, and the other foot is just stepping on the ground.One side of the trousers was rolled up, and the right trousers pocket was bulging, revealing a corner of the red rice note.She was wearing a baggy and thin long sleeve, and there were still some stains on the collar and cuffs that were smudged by something.The hair was a little long and was messed up in a mess.

He just walked down the street in such a hurry, only remembering that he was going to buy something in his mind.Fortunately, the supermarket is not far from home, just at the corner of the street from the house.

Because of the remote location and the fact that it is the rush hour for work, there are not many people in the supermarket.At the entrance, there were two cashiers leaning on the shelves and chatting. When they saw a man with strange behavior rushing in from the door, they were shocked.

The two looked at Su Lai who rushed directly into the supermarket, and quietly touched a baton for self-defense. This man seemed to be mentally ill, so he had to keep an eye on him.

Naturally, Su Lai didn't have any of these things in his mind. He headed in and carried a box of instant noodles out and put them on the cashier counter. Then he turned around and went in again, startling the girl who had just grabbed the baton, and almost killed her. Swing the stick at Su Lai's head.Su Lai took some ham sausage, bread and other bits and pieces, and finally came out with a bag of mineral water.

"The total is 160 three yuan. Would you like to pay in cash or by card?"

Su Lai remained silent, reached out and took out all the money in his trouser pocket and threw it on the cash register, then put the plastic bag on his hands, picked up the stacked instant noodle boxes and mineral water with both hands, and went out, Knowing how his body, which can be blown away by a gust of wind, lifted all these things up.

Scattered banknotes were scattered on the cashier counter, and after counting them quickly, the cashier girl held up the banknotes in her hand and shouted in the direction Su Lai left, "Hey, sir, there is no change yet."

Su Lai naturally didn't hear it, it should be said that he no longer cares about these things.

Is there anything in this world that he can care about?

"What a weirdo," the cashier girl curled her lips, counted out the 160-four bills she was clutching in her hand, put them into the cashier box, and naturally put the change and the rest of the money into her pocket.

On the way home, he accidentally cut the sole of his foot with a sharp stone, leaving bloody half palm prints on the steps Su Lai passed.But he seemed to have lost consciousness, he didn't even lower his head, and continued to go up the stairs without squinting.

Su Lai's home is on the sixth floor of this unit building, a small attic of more than 30 square meters. This is all the property he has bought for himself after more than ten years of hard work.Fortunately, this house completely belonged to him, otherwise he might have been thrown out during this month of coma.

Su Lai stood in front of the door with a bunch of things in his arms, only to realize that he didn't take the keys when he came out, and he threw his mobile phone on the bed, leaving all the money on his body in the supermarket just now.

Su Lai casually threw the things in his hand aside, covered his face and squatted in front of the door, what happened to him, why did he suddenly become like this.