"Baby, don't be afraid. Drink some water and you'll feel better after a while."

Lu Xingyi stepped over the suit-wearing man who was still struggling and not quite dead, and handed Xia Qingxue a glass of water.

The adult version of Xia Chuhe, who was silently following along, knew that her mother was about to use the same trick again.

Because the driver was Deng Congrong, who had just said at a previous point in time that he would never help again.

If Xia Chuhe remembered correctly, Aunt Deng had a very good relationship with her family for several years and had helped the Xia family a lot...

In any case, after a familiar struggle between Xia Qingxue and Deng Congrong, Xia Chuhe's memory was successfully transformed into "the family driver accompanied her to the amusement park, but an accident occurred, and the driver unfortunately died."

...

Who will be the next unlucky one?

Oh, right, he was her substitute homeroom teacher during her high school years.

How did he die again?

It seems that while looking for her, who had gone to an internet cafe to play games, he accidentally fell into an uncovered sewer during a rainstorm and died.

It seems there are quite a few people who want her dead.

Unfortunately, she doesn't possess any world-changing abilities. Those who pinned their hopes on her, and those who didn't want the world to be changed, will be disappointed.

The dim light of the streetlights could not pierce the sky heavy with dark clouds.

The moon was completely shrouded in dark clouds.

"It's going to rain soon." Xia Chuhe stood outside the familiar internet cafe, looking at the sky, and muttered to himself.

Perhaps influenced by the visual effects, Xia Chuhe, who did not belong to this time and space, actually felt a chill for no reason.

The familiar ringtone sounded, and Xia Chuhe, slightly surprised, took out her phone. On the screen was a string of numbers she would never forget, from Xia Qingxue.

Xia Chuhe pressed the answer button and remained silent.

"Hello." Xia Qingxue's voice was a little hoarse. She cleared her throat and asked, "Excuse me, are you Xia Chuhe from the future?"

Xia Chuhe didn't know how to answer for a moment, as she had only called her mother twice before.

At this strange moment, Xia Chuhe inappropriately recalled a small matter—

After receiving her university admission notice, Xia Qingxue reluctantly took her to get a new SIM card in the university's location for convenience.

When choosing a phone number, Xia Chuhe set his sights on one ending in "518". Such a lucky number is rare among free options, so Xia Chuhe was determined to get it.

However, Xia Qingxue chose another unremarkable phone number... which was also the phone number Xia Chuhe was currently using.

Xia Chuhe, who had absolutely no economic power at the time, could not resist and had no choice but to accept his fate.

Looking back now, my mother must have known all along which phone number truly belonged to her.

Xia Chuhe smiled and finally answered, "Yes, Mom..."

Xia Chuhe thought she shouldn't have called her that; her mother was still very young.

She thought a lot and guessed some things correctly.

But Xia Chuhe never imagined that when she called Xia Qingxue, she would always get an answer. Xia Qingxue, on the other hand, didn't know how many times she would have to call her before she could happen to be in the same time and space.

Having confirmed Xia Chuhe's identity, Xia Qingxue became visibly anxious: "Baby... Chuhe, where are you now? Are you in danger again?"

Xia Chuhe gave the name of the internet cafe: "Fortunately, the danger won't come for a while."

"What is your special ability?" Xia Qingxue asked.

Xia Chuhe chuckled and deliberately said the most unpleasant thing: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm just an ordinary space-type, I'm common even in the wasteland."

“Bao…” Xia Qingxue was silent for a long time before finally saying, “How did you get into the wasteland?”

This was yet another question that Xia Chuhe didn't know how to answer.

Could she have died suddenly?

Could it be related to games?

No matter which answer you choose, Xia Qingxue probably won't like it.

Should I give a second answer?

Was it because he mentioned "games" that Xia Qingxue so vehemently opposed his choice of university major?

Xia Chuhe said, "When I reach a certain age, I should naturally return to where I belong."

"Tell me the truth." Xia Qingxue's attitude hardened.

A drop of rain fell on the back of Xia Chuhe's hand, and Xia Chuhe took two steps back into the internet cafe.

The rain came suddenly, and the raindrops turned into large raindrops in an instant.

A girl with her head covered by her school uniform strode towards the internet cafe.

Xia Chuhe said, "Danger is coming, I see it, I see it."

"Wait..." Xia Qingxue's words were cut off before the phone was hung up.

Like a ghost following behind, Xia Chuhe silently followed the high school student Xia Chuhe into the internet cafe.

A high school student skillfully registered a fake identity and logged onto the computer.

Xia Chuhe stood behind a high school student, smiling as he watched her play League of Legends.

Just as a high school student was about to kill the enemy hero, the world seemed to freeze.

The clatter of keyboards, the sounds of game effects, the scraping of chairs on the floor... everything came to an abrupt halt.

Even the dirty secondhand smoke in the air seemed to be held in place and kept still by an unseen hand.

Xia Chuhe waved his hand at the still smoke, and the smoke dispersed.

Good news, she has entered this time and space.

Bad news, there's an anomaly in this spacetime.

A high school student, engrossed in a game, slowly snapped out of his reverie: "Huh? My internet's lagging?"

She finally sensed that something was wrong with her surroundings, but none of the abnormalities were as intimidating as Xia Qingxue's stern face at the door.

"Mom? Let me explain..." A high school student was racking her brains to make up a lie when she found that her mother, like the people around her, had also fallen into a state of stillness.

"Mom?" A high school student's voice trembled as he looked around in horror, only to see Xia Chuhe watching the show with her arms crossed.

"You are...my younger mother?"

A high school student immediately shrank to Xia Chuhe's side, tugging at her clothes and whispering, "Mom, help! What's going on? Help me!"

Xia Chuhe couldn't help but roll his eyes. So stupid, such an idiot.

Sometimes, people can't even empathize with themselves.

"Don't rush," Xia Chuhe said.

Someone has gone to great lengths to create this unusual space-time; they must be planning something. Since that person hasn't appeared yet, the best course of action is to remain unchanged and wait for the right opportunity.

...

A handsome man's head emerged from behind the still Xia Qingxue: "Hmm, I didn't expect there to be an unexpected guest here."

Xia Chuhe remembers him.

In Xia Chuhe's memory, this man served as her homeroom teacher for a few days.