At the headquarters of the Imperial Quick Transmigration System, a group of researchers stared at the flashing red dot on the floating screen in front of them, all showing expressions of horror.

"It's Host Number 1 again, it's her again!"

"How could this be? The surgery was clearly successful; she shouldn't have any memories of the past!"

“Something must be wrong. This won’t do. Her self-awareness is gradually awakening, and it will disrupt the stability of the other small worlds.”

"you mean......"

The researchers were somewhat reluctant to leave.

"But Hao's resume is outstanding. She has completed even the most difficult missions in small worlds with great skill. As a new host, she has even topped the most popular list multiple times. She is the most successful work I have ever seen in all my years of work."

"But her inner convictions began to waver. Although the hounds are fierce, when they disobey and turn their claws and teeth at us, they become vicious dogs."

The man with the goatee slowly stood up: "A quick transmigration system doesn't need a disobedient dog."

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"It's so noisy!"

Lin Zhenzhen suddenly sat up in bed.

She had just taken a nap under the covers, and now she looked like she had been pulled out of a steamer, her whole body soaked in sweat.

She wiped her face haphazardly with the back of her hand, and her mind cleared up a bit.

Lin Zhenzhen held her breath and listened intently, realizing that the annoying clanging and banging sounds seemed to be coming from her living room.

She quickly climbed out of bed, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw a man in blue overalls holding pliers, prying open her security door.

Lin Zhenzhen opened her mouth wide, but before her earth-shattering scream could even escape her throat...

Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of Huo Yeshuo, who was following behind the man in work clothes, staring at her with wide eyes.

"How did you end up here..." Before Lin Zhenzhen could finish speaking, Huo Yeshuo, who had rushed forward, pushed her and made her turn and enter the bedroom.

"Change your clothes." Huo Yeshuo's breathing was unsteady.

"ah?"

"Change your clothes and come out. I'll wait for you outside."

Huo Yeshuo's eyes darted around, and there were still some suspicious blushes on his earlobes.

Before Lin Zhenzhen could take a closer look, he hurriedly walked out.

Lin Zhenzhen looked down, somewhat bewildered.

I was just wearing a normal short-sleeved nightgown; nothing was showing...

Okay, it seems I was indeed wearing something too little.

Lin Zhenzhen was so embarrassed that she scratched her toes. She turned over and picked up the cute little item she had carelessly tossed on the bedside table. Then she found the proper suit she had worn on the day of her interview and wrapped herself up tightly before leaving the room.

The locksmith Huo Yeshuo brought had already left, leaving him alone in the small living room.

At this moment, Lin Zhenzhen was extremely grateful that she had recently decided to do a thorough cleaning. Although the house looked old, it was at least clean.

Hearing the door open, Huo Yeshuo slowly turned around. He stared at the phone in his right hand, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and glanced lightly in her direction, seemingly not caring too much.

However, the still-warm earlobe made Lin Zhenzhen suspect that he was trying to be serious.

Why are you here?

Huo Yeshuo raised his head, his expression turning cold at a visible speed: "You sent me."

"Really?" Lin Zhenzhen had completely lost this memory. She returned to her room and took out her phone, which had almost no battery left.

The above shows that the two did indeed have a phone call forty minutes ago, which lasted for more than five minutes.

"I must have called you when I was delirious with fever." Lin Zhenzhen looked up. "I didn't say anything strange, did I?"

Huo Yeshuo looked at her coldly.

Lin Zhenzhen knew she was doomed when she saw his expression, and quickly said, "I tend to talk nonsense when I have a fever, please don't take it to heart. I'm sober now, and I apologize to you."

Huo Yeshuo stared at her intently, his gaze deep and unwavering.

"Have you completely forgotten what you said?"

"Forehead......"

"Never mind." Huo Yeshuo placed the large bag of medicine he had brought on the table. "Since you're alright, I'll be leaving now."

Lin Zhenzhen realized what was happening and immediately tried to stop her, saying, "Hey, wait a minute."

Huo Yeshuo walked out without looking back.

Upon seeing this, Lin Zhenzhen immediately kicked the wooden table leg and yelled, "Ouch! That hurts!"

"..." Huo Yeshuo turned around and saw her squatting on the ground, her arms bent and hugging her calves, her head buried deep in her knees.

Having no other option, he strode back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I kicked a piece of wood, it hurts." Lin Zhenzhen's voice was muffled, with a hint of a sob in her voice.

Huo Yeshuo's gaze shifted downwards, and sure enough, he saw that the thumb exposed outside the slipper had become somewhat red and swollen.

"It's not serious. Just put some medicine on it. I bought you some bruise ointment and spray in the bag I bought for you." After saying that, he made a move to get up.

Lin Zhenzhen seemed to have anticipated his move and grabbed his clothes.

"What?" Huo Yeshuo gave a forced smile, his eyes slightly upturned. "Do you expect me to wipe it for you?"

Lin Zhenzhen raised her head, remained silent, and stared at him without blinking, her large, dark eyes glistening with moisture.

Huo Yeshuo's heart skipped a beat, and his expression turned cold as he said, "Impossible."