"Yaoyao, get up quickly, it's almost one o'clock. Didn't you say you had to go to the travel agency to get your expenses reimbursed? They'll be closing soon if you stay any longer." Gao Xiuying patted her daughter on the bed. "Why are you still holding your phone? Don't you know about the radiation?" She put the phone on the table. "Hurry up, I made fried rice and it's in the pan. Remember to wash the pan after you eat it. I'm going to the market..." After saying that, she hurriedly left.
Han Binglan sat up abruptly, completely bewildered. Where was she? Who was she? How did she get here? She remembered jumping into the lake to force Nangong Jue to come back to see her. It was just a pretense, but after entering the water, she suddenly got a leg cramp and sank to the bottom. After that, she lost consciousness. And now…
But in an instant, some memories that didn't belong to her appeared in her mind.
She swallowed hard. Had she... transmigrated?
No, to be precise, she swapped souls with someone else. Or rather, she returned to real society from being a cannon fodder female supporting character in a novel and became Le Yao in real society, while the real Le Yao... transmigrated into the book.
This is so bizarre, so unbelievable.
Suddenly remembering something, she reached for her phone and rummaged through it, finding the CEO romance novel titled "Spoiled Movie Queen's Pampered Wife." She started reading from the beginning, but strangely, the content wasn't what she had imagined. Instead, the female lead had changed; Han Binglan was now the absolute female lead, and even her background was full of twists and turns. However, in the end, she and the male lead, Nangong Jue, walked hand in hand, living happily ever after...
what is going on?
Was everything she experienced before a joke? Or a dream?
So, will she be Han Binglan or Le Yao in the future?
she……
Just then, the phone rang. She saw that it was a call from Sister Li. Because she had Le Yao's memories, she knew that this person was Li Hua, the planning manager of Mr. Li, where Le Yao worked. She hesitated for a moment before answering: "Hello."
"Hey Le Yao, look at the time!" Li Hua spoke like a machine gun. "All the tour guides have come back and finished reporting their accounts. They're just waiting for you. You have accounts for three groups, right? Hurry up, it's Mr. Zhao's birthday tonight, and he's treating everyone."
Han Binglan could only respond with a "yes," then hung up the phone and got up.
Le Yao's room wasn't big, only about seven or eight square meters. There was a 1.5-meter bed, a large wardrobe and a dressing table next to it, and a simple computer desk with a desktop computer on it by the window.
Opening the wardrobe, they found that besides her clothes, there were also some bedding and other items inside.
Le Yao didn't have many clothes, and they weren't expensive. They were all casual style. To be honest, all of these clothes weren't worth as much as one of her previous outfits. But she didn't have any other choice for the moment, so she picked out a black t-shirt and blue denim shorts to change into before going out to wash her face and brush her teeth.
The house is very small, not even as big as her old bedroom. It's only about 70 or 80 square meters in total, with two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom, and a kitchen facing north and south.
Against the wall on the south side of the living room, there was a single bed with a blue school uniform on it. Under the bed were a pair of dark black men's sneakers. In the middle was a coffee table with a few small stools on either side. A color TV was hanging on the south wall, and on the long cabinet below it were some odds and ends, mainly several photo frames. The largest one in the middle was a group photo of four people.
Han Binglan went over and took a closer look at the four people: her father, Le Jun; her mother, Gao Xiuying; her younger brother, Le Wen; and Le Yao.
Dad hugged Mom, while younger brother Lewen secretly reached his hand up to Leyao's head and made a V sign.
All four of them were smiling brightly, and it was clear at a glance that they were a happy family of four.
At that moment, Han Binglan suddenly felt a little envious. Thinking of her adoptive parents and brother in her dream, she had also experienced the warmth of family.
Just then, another message came in on my phone. It was from Sister Li again, asking where she was.
Han Binglan didn't dare to dawdle any longer and hurriedly went into the bathroom to wash up. She found that the bathroom was pitifully small, probably only two or three square meters, and it didn't even have a separate wet and dry area...
Ignoring all that, I quickly washed my face and glanced at the girl in the mirror. She wasn't as glamorous as I used to be, but she still had delicate features and even a touch of heroism.
However, because I led a tour group all summer, all the exposed skin of my body was tanned dark, while the areas covered by clothing were very white.
But that's not a big deal. Once I stop leading tours, I'll be back to normal very quickly.
He turned and went into the kitchen, ate a bowl of fried rice, washed the wok, and then picked up the canvas bag he bought for twenty yuan and went out.
Because I have memories, I know how to get to the company. I can take bus number 5 from the nearby bus stop, transfer to bus number 224 after three stops, and then walk for ten minutes to reach the travel agency.
However, Li Hua sent her a message telling her to quickly take a taxi to the company and that he would reimburse her for the fare, so she simply hailed a taxi.
Sitting in the taxi, Han Binglan looked at the completely unfamiliar city outside, feeling a mix of emotions and disorientation. Would she really never see Nangong Jue again, and would she really become Le Yao?
Perhaps this is just a dream? Haven't woken up yet?
Just then, the car suddenly braked hard.
Han Binglan wasn't paying attention and bumped into the back of the seat in front of her, her head throbbing painfully.
"I'm sorry, that person suddenly changed lanes..." The driver turned around and glanced at Han Binglan, "Are you alright?"
Han Binglan touched her forehead and felt pain; then it wasn't a dream.
"Young lady, are you alright?" the driver asked again.
"It's nothing." Han Binglan snapped out of her daze, smiled, and shook her head. "Drive slowly."
"It's good that you're alright. Some drivers these days are so reckless, changing lanes randomly without using turn signals, acting like the road belongs to them..." the driver started complaining. "What's even more infuriating are those motorcycles, especially those delivery guys. To save time, they drive their electric bikes so recklessly. Every time I see them, I get scared. Even though they have a tough job, it's really easy for them to have an accident..."
Han Binglan listened and then smiled, suddenly feeling that life here wasn't so bad after all.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped directly in front of the travel agency.
Han Binglan paid the fare, took the receipt, and got off the bus. She looked up at the gate, which had a sign that read "Haiyun International Travel Service." She took a deep breath, pushed the door open, and went inside.
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