Chapter 1 Chapter 1 "Xiao Qian?" A kind-looking...
"Xiao Qian?" The kind-faced woman patted Wen Qian's shoulder, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.
"What are you doing standing here? Aren't you going to school?"
Wen Qian, who was wondering why all the shops under his family had changed their signs, turned around and looked at the woman who greeted her.
Do they know each other? And why should she go to school? She just had a holiday?
"you……"
The words were stuck in her throat, and Wen Qian looked at her dark blue cuffs in surprise - this was not the clothes she was wearing.
She remembered that she was wearing the ugly home clothes that her friends said were comfortable but not at all dignified. She was halfway through playing games and was about to go downstairs to buy some oden, so she didn't consider changing clothes.
Realizing that something was wrong, Wen Qian immediately looked up at the glass door of the convenience store. Looking at the familiar face on the glass that was obviously smaller than his own, Wen Qian widened his eyes.
What's going on?
In an instant, all the novels she had read flooded into her mind, and she wondered if she had been reborn.
But she quickly ruled out this possibility. She was obviously wearing a school uniform, and even her student business card was pinned on her coat pocket.
However, her own school did not have this kind of suit-style uniform - not only her school, but also other schools in their city did not have similar styles.
Only a small number of private schools choose this type of uniform.
A large amount of information hit his brain, and Wen Qian, with a stiff face, forgot about the woman who had just spoken to him about her concern and did not have time to respond to her.
The woman followed Wen Qian's empty gaze and her eyes fell on the sign of a roadside breakfast shop. She nodded in understanding and spoke with a smile.
"You haven't eaten yet, I'll buy you something."
While the person who seemed to know her was leaving, Wen Qian immediately began to search for something on his body that could prove the identity of this person. After searching for a long time, he only found a student card in his pocket.
—Wen Qian, Holy Thorn Royal Academy, Rose Class, student number xxxxxx
Whether it is the name of this school or the name of this class, it is filled with an atmosphere that makes people want to complain.
If it were any other time, Wen Qian would definitely take a photo and share it with his friends, laughing first.
But now she couldn't care less about these things, she just felt that the name of this school gave her an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.
Before she could figure out where this sense of déjà vu came from, the woman who had just gone to buy her breakfast came back.
Unsure how to treat this familiar stranger, Wen Qian took a deep breath and spoke in a tone that shouldn't be wrong: "Sorry to trouble you, I'm a little hungry."
While speaking, keep a close eye on the other person's expression so that you can adjust your tone at any time.
The woman looked a little surprised.
Wen Qian's heart skipped a beat. What did this mean? She thought about what she had just said. Was she too polite?
Before she could open her mouth to make amends, the woman spoke with some relief.
"Xiao Qian has grown up... That's great. If your mother saw this, she would definitely..." She paused, "Forget it, let's not talk about these sad things. Auntie will take you to school."
No, keep talking!
Seeing the information that was about to be obtained slip away, Wen Qian could only nod regretfully and follow the woman to the car parked on the side of the road.
After getting in the car, Wen Qian, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the clear face in the rearview mirror and felt more and more that something was wrong - was this really not her body? How could it be exactly the same?
"Xiao Qian, if you need help with anything in the future, just come to your aunt. Don't be afraid to trouble your aunt, okay?" The woman in the driver's seat said in a gentle voice.
Wen Qian didn't dare to say much, just responded in a low voice.
The car stopped in a parking space on the side of the road. The woman opened the door and got out. Wen Qian followed her to the gate of this so-called school.
When Wen Qian saw the magnificent gate of the school, his face was filled with disbelief, his brain was buzzing, and he couldn't believe what he saw.
——This is clearly her birthplace at the beginning of the game!
No wonder she felt the school name on the original owner's student ID card looked familiar. This was clearly the name that appeared every time during the opening animation at the beginning of the game.
[Ding, the novice tutorial has begun - the time traveler is being verified... Verification successful, hello Wen Qian]
What sound?
Wen Qian's eyelids twitched, and she was about to speak, but when she saw Aunt Jiang walking towards her, she closed her mouth silently.
Yes, she already knew the last name of the first woman she came into contact with since she came into this world.
Because at this moment, a translucent green box was floating above her head——[Aunt Jiang]
All of this was extremely similar to the game she played before she traveled through time, even the identity card with strange colors floating above her head was exactly the same.
"Xiao Qian, Auntie still has work to do, so I can't stay with you for long. You go to school by yourself." Aunt Jiang touched Wen Qian's head, gave him a few instructions, and then turned and left.
Watching the other person's back, Wen Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Although the other person cared about her very much, for her now, getting along with him was really a very stressful thing.
She doesn't know anything except that her last name is Jiang!
Oh, no, at least she knew that the other person knew the mother of this body, and that something probably happened to the mother of this body, otherwise the other person would not use the pronoun "sad things" when chatting with her.
Wen Qian looked up at the magnificent and somewhat scary school gate and took a deep breath.
Then turn around and leave.
Are you kidding? Who would want to go to school when nothing is clear in this situation?
At least I have to figure out why I am here before I talk about anything else.
Wen Qian walked a few steps along the sidewalk by the roadside, his pace gradually slowed down and his face became serious.
...Wait, where does the owner of this body live?
As soon as the doubts arose in my mind, the solution appeared in the next second.
——A long string of arrow indicators appeared on the ground, pointing all the way to the end of the road.
Wen Qian carefully observed the reactions of the people around him. Seeing that no one noticed the illusory arrow, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked back along the arrow.
After walking and stopping along the way, I returned to the door of the breakfast shop and followed the arrow signs to the place suspected to be the original owner's residence.
Looking at the tightly closed door in front of him, Wen Qian subconsciously touched his pocket. There was no key in his pocket, only the student card that made him want to complain.
"That... system?" Wen Qian called out to the mechanical voice that had inexplicably appeared in his mind. "Do you know where the key is?"
She didn't say anything. Although she was alone, it was strange for her to talk to herself. According to her experience of reading novels, systems were something that could communicate directly in the mind.
An illusory light screen appeared in front of Wen Qian's eyes. On the screen was a photo divided into nine grids, with a line of small words on the top of the photo.
[Door opening authentication - please select the picture with a zebra crossing]
The corners of Wen Qian's mouth twitched slightly. What was this for? Was he verifying the human-machine connection?
"3469" she read the picture number in her mind.
[Congratulations to the host, verification successful]
A cluster of small virtual fireworks exploded in front of Wen Qian's eyes, and the cheap sound effects were mixed with inexplicable cheers from the crowd.
——Well done, great!
——unbelievable!
--Perfect!
Wen Qian was suffocated. There was no need to brag about this kind of thing...
The door opened in response, and Wen Qian paused as she entered - she didn't know who was in the original owner's family.
She was not yet ready to face the original owner's parents, and at this moment she just hoped that the original owner's family was not at home, otherwise she could not explain why she ran to their home during school hours.
The first second he saw the situation inside the house, Wen Qian realized that his worries were unnecessary.
This is obviously where someone lives.
The empty room, standing at the entrance and looking inside, can see the toilet, living room, kitchen and "bedroom" at a glance
It's called a living room and bedroom, but it's just a sofa and a bed in the same space. The kitchen is on the balcony, and the toilet has a separate space - a very cramped small toilet.
As soon as Wen Qian walked in, the door closed automatically. If there was no system, it would seem like a ghost story.
After cautiously walking around the entrance and looking around, Wen Qian sat down on the edge of the sofa, feeling as awkward as if he was a guest in someone else's home.
"System, are you here?" She took a deep breath. "Can you tell me why I'm here?"
The system did not answer her, but a dark green light screen popped up in front of her eyes. The main interface was a pixel-style character panel.
After seeing this panel, Wen Qian finally realized where the vague sense of déjà vu came from since he entered this world.
——This is clearly the game she played before traveling through time!
The stand-alone game called "Academy of Light" was Wen Qian's new favorite during the period before he traveled through time. Players jokingly called this game a career simulator.
Every player who enters the game will have an initial identity, that is, a student. At the same time, they can also choose a future career, including but not limited to lawyer, businessman, pianist...
Because the career module is so detailed and covers all walks of life, it gradually gained the reputation of a career simulator.
Wen Qian was attracted to the game precisely because of this. Before traveling through time, she had already opened her twelfth account and abandoned the accountant professional account whose ultimate achievement was to go to jail. She opened another small account and prepared to try out a new profession. This is also a major drawback of this game - the game cannot be saved.
Because of the irreplaceable nature of the game, Wen Qian could only vent his resentment while creating a small account.
But she couldn't figure out why she was put into the game. Was it because she played games all night for two days?
Wen Qian glanced over his own photo on the screen, scanned the task values, and finally fixed his gaze on the upper right corner of the screen.
There was an icon of a small envelope. I clicked on the icon with my mind and a piece of letter paper popped out.
Dear player, thank you for your love for this game over the years. We are deeply sorry to learn of your death...
Wen Qian's fingers froze. What does that mean? She... is dead?
Didn't she travel through time on her way downstairs to buy something?
Wen Qian calmed his violent heartbeat and recalled his last impression before the time travel bit by bit.
At that time, she was going downstairs to buy breakfast and then come back to catch up on some sleep...
Wait, Wen Qian's expression froze. She felt a little uncomfortable before going out, and then -
The scene in her memory slowly emerged before her eyes. She walked to the door in her home clothes. Just as she was about to open the door, her eyes suddenly went dark, and she lost consciousness after a trance.
"...Am I really dead?" she murmured.
She didn't want to die. Being resurrected in another world might be a good thing, but she didn't want to stay in this world either.
She wanted to go back... At least let her go back and clean up her room, change into some decent clothes, and finally format her phone before dying!
If she dies so casually, she will stink, and so will her shameful cell phone!
At this moment, Wen Qian truly felt what it felt like the sky was falling.
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