Chapter 58 Chapter 1 002 Before leaving, I was soft-hearted for a moment,...

Before leaving, 002, in a moment of softness, eliminated the negative influence of the original owner on Hua Yichen. Returning to the system space, he saw the score on the screen and regretted it to the core.

I realized that the score for this mission was not high, but I didn't expect it to be so low.

"You almost got punished?" 001 saw the numbers scrolling across the screen clearly and jokingly said something. Seeing the little system about to burst into tears, he quickly comforted her, "You're pretty lucky. Not a cent more, not a cent less."

The little black ball cried even louder after hearing these words of comfort.

He kept on smoking and smoking and immediately got on with the next task.

I must avenge this humiliation.

This time, the system no longer believed in his judgment and decided to try his luck and draw a blind box.

Why is this person not moving?

The little black ball took a closer look and found that the dog was dead.

"Then the task force this time is you."

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[Host Name: Xie Qingyu

Age: 20

Occupation: College student]

【Host binding successful.】

【The mission world has been loaded.】

【Application for entry successful.】

【The import of the era plane is complete.】

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After a few months of crazy fun, Xie Qingyu's calm face finally cracked when he realized that tonight was the last night before the deadline for submitting the thesis.

Three forty-three in the morning.

He'd been on a wild ride lately, his sleep and sleep schedule irregular for several months, his days and nights reversed. Today, his mind was suddenly tense. After intense brainwork throughout the night, Xie Qingyu's consciousness was hazy and he couldn't bear it any longer. Realizing this was an impossible task, he braced himself for a scolding and slumped over the table with a sense of peace.

Fell asleep.

There is simply no energy left to go to bed and fall back asleep.

Xie Qingyu's reversed day and night schedule has caused him to often daydream and dream recently, and this time he had a dream.

A dream that was so real.

In his dream, he was lying on a wooden bed in a dilapidated mud house. In the dim light of a candle not far away, he could see an unconscious man lying beside him. The tall man was huddled against the wall, breathing heavily, and constantly pressing against the wall while tearing at his clothes.

With his back to the candlelight, it was pitch black all around. Xie Qingyu couldn't make out the other person's expression. The increasingly heavy breathing made him feel a little hot for no reason.

Unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, Xie Qingyu's increasingly hot body made him conform to the dream.

Clothes fell to the ground, and I tossed and turned all night.

…

The alienated awakening made Xie Qingyu's body sink and his consciousness clear.

In the dim morning light, when Xie Qingyu regained consciousness, he lay on the bed and couldn't help but sigh, what an outrageous dream.

The behavior is real, but the sight is illusory.

wrong!

When he fell asleep, he didn't seem to be lying down.

Even the small beds in the dormitory don’t seem to be this hard.

Xie Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, and the illusion became reality. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and opened them again. The scene around him had not changed at all.

In panic, the beautiful scene in the room last night flooded into my mind.

Subconsciously turned and looked to the side.

There really was a man lying there.

The candlelight last night was too dim, and I could only vaguely tell from the man's angular outline that he was handsome.

Now that the sky was bright, everything about the person next to me was clearly visible. It was a face with superior bone structure, with sharp cheeks that bore traces of wind and sun. Under the thick, ink-black eyebrows, the curled eyelashes were now tightly closed.

Beneath his handsome face lay a naked body. Beneath his earthy, healthy complexion, his clearly defined muscles rippled with tension, as if imbued with boundless power. Lightly covered by a thin blanket, his weathered skin was marked by scattered traces of pale purple.

When his eyes touched this, Xie Qingyu's pupils shrank slightly.

It's over, he seems to have committed a crime.

Who would have thought that just by sleeping, the things in the dream would come true?

Xie Qingyu, a simple (foolish) and innocent (silly) college student who had not experienced much of the world, held his head in his hands, with a look of despair on his face. He hung up the phone, not knowing what to do.

"Host, host? Hey, come back to life soon." System 002 appeared in front of Xie Qingyu at the right time.

A black ball floated in front of him. Fortunately, the previous bizarre events had paved the way for him, so Xie Qingyu didn't get scared and slap it away.

But still immersed in his own world.

The vain hope that everything in front of you is an illusion.

"Hello, host. I am the rescue system." 002 expressed his understanding of Xie Qingyu's current silence and introduced himself.

"You died suddenly from overwork in your original world and have been bound to me. All you need to do is complete the task, and you can return to your original world."

There was no way to deceive himself anymore, Xie Qingyu grasped the key words and went back.

"What is the mission to let me go back?" Although he is an orphan without parents in the real world, he still has a school. It was a school that he had worked very hard to get into. He is about to graduate and is just one step away from success. How can he just give up?

"Host, your mission this time is to rescue the cannon fodder Song Boyuan and prevent him from becoming disabled and disappearing once again."

"Song Boyuan." Xie Qingyu subconsciously murmured the name of the target of this mission.

The person next to him flipped over reflexively.

"He is the target of the mission?" Xie Qingyu realized something and pointed at the person who was sleeping not far away.

"That's his host. Your mission this time is to save him from his original tragic fate."

When Xie Qingyu heard the system's acknowledgment, he felt sick instantly. The system didn't know what happened, so how could he not know?

When the person woke up, it was good enough that they didn't skin him alive, but saved him.

Let’s rescue him first!

He couldn't believe that after something like that happened, any man could still endure it.

The system was completely unaware of Xie Qingyu's uneasiness and continued to do what it was supposed to do like an NPC.

"Host, I will now transmit the original owner's memories and the plot of this world to you. Please pay attention."

As soon as the system finished speaking, a stimulating pain exploded in Xie Qingyu's mind.

After enduring such stimulation, Xie Qingyu lay down uncomfortably, her weak body, and the color of her lips faded a little.

Wait until the plot memory is completely loaded in the mind.

Xie Qingyu had collapsed in his blankets, his body curled up. The stabbing pain in his head rippled through his entire body, his back bony and jagged, protruding through the thin fabric of his clothes. He clutched the fabric that stretched across his chest, his knuckles pale from the strain, and the veins on his pale, slender arms bulged and twisted like a dying fish under the scorching sun.

Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed and rolled down his forehead, soaking his temples and clothes. His face was horrifyingly pale, his lips were dry and bloody, slightly open, and each breath was unusually short and difficult, like a drowning man.

This was the scene Song Boyuan saw when he woke up.

Regardless of the discomfort in his body, Song Boyuan hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on, pulled up Xie Qingyu's clothes, and carried her to the barefoot doctor's house at the village entrance.

Song Boyuan's home is far from the village, sparsely populated and close to the mountains.

"Doctor, come and see how he is doing?" Song Boyuan ran very fast along the way. It took him only a few minutes to run from the end of the village to the beginning.

At this time, the tall young man was panting, his heart beating like a drum. He looked disheveled but he was holding the thin person in his arms firmly.

The old doctor lifted up the simple cot and said, "Put him here."

Song Boyuan did as he was told. When the doctor was diagnosing Xie Qingyu's condition, he picked up the small wooden stool next to him and sat beside him, watching carefully.

His strong and tall body was cramped on the small stool, but he did not look unhappy at all, only full of concern for the person on the bed.

After the old doctor gave Xie Qingyu on the bed a few injections, his breathing became less rapid and his complexion looked much better.

"He had a heart attack, and I calmed him down with acupuncture. Use this prescription to find a few doses of medicine, and he'll be back to normal."

Song Boyuan took the prescription. They arrived early and there was no one at the doctor's office. After a while of treatment, people from outside had already come in to see the doctor.

There is only one doctor in the entire village, so it is common for the village to be bustling with activity.

Realizing that it was time to take Xie Qingyu away, Song Boyuan thought of the man's critical condition just now and couldn't help but ask the doctor about the precautions for Xie Qingyu.

"This young man is malnourished and has been weak recently. Coupled with the severe exhaustion, this heart attack was so severe. He needs to take good care of himself in the future."

"And remember not to overwork." In an era when everyone regards labor as the most glorious thing, the doctor couldn't help but give one more reminder.

After all, the young man is still young. If he wants to live a few more years, he should take good care of his heart disease.

The old doctor's consultation is not bad and doesn't cost much.

Song Boyuan looked at the prescription in his hand and felt worried.

What ordinary people fear most is getting sick. Medical treatment costs money, and medicine also costs money.

Song Boyuan has never been sick since he was a child, but he knows that buying medicine in town is expensive.

"snort"

When Song Boyuan saw Xie Qingyu woke up, he hurried forward to support her. However, the movement was too big and involved a certain part of her body. His face turned dark in an instant and he sat back in his original position.

After Xie Qingyu accepted the plot, he didn't know so many things had happened. When he saw Song Boyuan with a dark face and staring at him solemnly, his heart sank.

It's terrible. With such a strong body, I hope he can be thrown to see Tai Nai with just one punch.

Seeing that the man had a dark face and did not make any further move, Xie Qingyu could not figure out his intentions, so he decided to strike first.

"I was also framed for what happened last night. Brother Song, you must believe me!" He explained too hastily and it triggered his old illness, and he couldn't help coughing violently twice.

Last night I only vaguely remember being unconscious and having a hot body.

Seeing Song Boyuan's face showing some emotion, Xie Qingyu continued to strike while the iron was hot: "I was also confused yesterday. I don't know how I ended up at your house."

"Besides, with my current body, how could I possibly have the guts to clash with you?"

Song Boyuan felt that what he said made sense.

The most important thing is that he is not an impulsive person. There are too many strange things about this matter, and venting his anger on Xie Qingyu now will not make up for it.

If you wrongly accuse someone, the result will be more than you gain.

What's more, Xie Qingyu's hair, which had always covered her eyebrows and eyes, was now wet with sweat and lifted up, revealing her delicate eyebrows and eyes. Her originally gloomy temperament also became much brighter with the disappearance of her bangs.

His features, hidden beneath thick bangs, were extraordinarily handsome, his eyelashes thick and long, yet now they trembled slightly, as if unable to bear the strain of a broken bone, casting a small, uneasy shadow beneath his eyelids. His narrow, long, phoenix eyes, perhaps from the violent coughing, had a faint red mark at the corner, like a smear of glaze accidentally stained on white porcelain, carrying a startling sense of fragmentation.

The clothes, not tightly grasped by fingers, were slightly open, revealing the porcelain-white skin. The bony and protruding collarbone was clearly visible, and the dense red marks on it were shocking.

It shows the brutality of the battle last night.