[Sign-In System + Space + Educated Youth + Ancient Martial Arts]
Gu Zuozuo, heir to an ancient martial arts family, was dragged down by a stupid man and ended up transmigrating into a history...
When he gets a chance to go back, he will definitely pull out those two antennas on its head!
Over the years, he has been exhausted from cleaning up the messes of these systems, and his hair has almost turned white at a young age. This time it's even worse; his strength has been suppressed by this Heavenly Dao, which clearly doesn't want him to meddle in other people's business.
Si Jue, who couldn't remember how old he was, touched his still relatively thick, black hair, his complaining tone choked with emotion, and he couldn't quite let out a sigh after holding it in for a long time.
Thinking about everything he had experienced since arriving here, he still wanted to look up to the sky and sigh.
"Alas, she is beautiful, but her heart is cruel."
Even more unapproachable than those hosts bound to revenge systems, they readily resort to karate chopsticks or gunshots, but...
"So handsome!"
╭(╯ε╰)╮……
Gu Zuozuo followed Wang Erzhu into the room and immediately saw several big shots sitting around her.
Ignoring the scrutinizing and questioning gazes of the crowd, she walked straight to the bedside.
Lying on the bed was an elderly man who, though thin, exuded a refined and gentle demeanor.
He is number two, the national hero revered by all, and a pillar of strength.
Although he doesn't look like the number two person in his previous life who was praised and missed by everyone, they have the same experiences, similar personalities, and consistent styles of doing things.
"Who are you?"
The elderly man in military uniform sitting next to her reached out to stop her hand from reaching out. His eyes widened, and he pressed down on her with an imposing aura.
Gu Zuozuo was not intimidated at all. She stared straight back with her big eyes, her gaze steadfast.
"Wang Erzhu called him to treat his illness."
His voice was neither too loud nor too soft; he spoke slowly and calmly, without a trace of emotion.
Wang Erzhu grabbed the old man and dragged him away, his tone carrying a hint of familiar dissatisfaction.
"Stop showing off! I went through a lot of trouble to find her. She's the one who pulled your son back from the brink of death!"
Li Dadan looked up in astonishment at the girl who was already sitting on the edge of the bed taking his pulse, his surprise undisguised.
"Is it really her? She's so young?"
Wang Erzhu squinted his eyes with delight, his face beaming with pride.
"What? You're allowed to have so many talented people in your military, but not our country's young geniuses in other areas?"
Li Dadan rolled his eyes at him; the old man was trying to provoke him again.
Looking at the girl with the inscrutable expression, Li Dadan scratched his bald head, clicking his tongue in amazement.
This is the girl that his brat has been longing for.
He's handsome, a skilled doctor, and I heard he's the top dog at the National Health Bureau.
The brat has good taste, but it's really a waste of his talent to be paired with his youngest son, who's as cunning as a sieve.
His son is not worthy.
Thinking of how that brat used to play tricks on him every day, making him furious and even causing his wife to send him to sleep in the study every day, Li Dadan gritted his teeth. Then, as if he had thought of something, he began to gloat.
Ha! So you see, what goes around comes around. Even a brat has his moments of frustration.
If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, he would have called back and laughed three times at that brat, mocking him for being useless and unable to win a wife!
Thinking of this, Li Dadan reined in his wildly wandering thoughts, his eyes filled with worry and sadness.
There weren't many of their old comrades still alive to begin with, and if Number Two also leaves, those of them who are still alive will probably lose their backbone.
"Girl, how is he?"
Seeing her lower her hand, everyone's expression changed, and they all crowded around her, their eyes filled with worry.
Gu Zuozuo lowered her hand, her brows furrowed tightly, and looked at Wang Erzhu, who was squeezed to the side.
"He didn't take any pills?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Erzhu sighed, his eyebrows drooping sadly.