Quickly Wear the Female Supporting Role: The Yandere Villain Is Sweet and Flirtatious. Main Text Volume World Twelve: The Last Rose 1888. Her tone was somewhat indescribably guilty, "This... is the special place I mentioned before. The original owner of this world has no memory of it for the time being."
Lan Shuang was confused: "What does that mean? How can she complete the mission without any memory? What is her wish?"
"Because this world is very special, the original owner's soul was imprisoned, and her memories were sealed, turning her into a wisp of wronged spirit. However, her obsession was too strong, and her resentment was too heavy, so we were still able to detect her. We accepted her commission. She had only one wish, which was to escape."
Lan Shuang was confused. "Is there no other information besides this?"
"The original owner was also called Lan Shuang, eighteen years old, but nothing else. The host needs to explore on their own. Also, the resentment value of this world is very high, at seven hundred points. The host needs to work hard."
"Seven hundred points?" Lan Shuang was stunned. "How could it be seven hundred points? Isn't one hundred the upper limit?"
888 said vaguely, "You'll understand all this later, host. High risk means high reward. Seven hundred resentment points correspond to seven hundred points. It's quite a good deal. Host, aren't you tempted?"
Lan Shuang: "Haha - I only know that there are no free lunches in the world, only traps. A world without even the original owner's information is like hell from the start."
888 fell silent and tried hard to play dead.
No matter how Lan Shuang poked him, he didn't say a word. Finally, she gave up and opened her eyes to look around.
Her eyelids were dry and heavy, and she was a little uncomfortable with the bright light and couldn't help crying.
She moved a little, and suddenly heard a scream: "Ah - she moved!"
Lan Shuang: “…”
Are you talking about her? Is she scary? Otherwise, why such a big reaction?
Thinking of this, Lan Shuang felt disappointed again.
"Why are you yelling? It's not like I saw a ghost. Isn't it normal for a living person to move?"
A cold female voice sounded, making Lan Shuang feel a little relieved.
She dragged her tired body to her feet, and suddenly someone came over to help her, "Sister, are you feeling unwell?"
Lan Shuang looked down and saw a little girl with two ponytails and big black eyes. She looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. She was wearing a red plaid denim skirt with suspenders and holding a brown teddy bear doll in her arms.
She couldn't help but take a closer look before realizing that it wasn't a doll, but a bag.
"Thank you. I seem to have a slight fever." Lan Shuang's voice was hoarse as she spoke, but the little girl still heard clearly. She helped her walk to the big sofa in the middle of the living room and sat down. "You should lean against the sofa and rest. It's more uncomfortable to sit at the door in the wind."
Seeing that the other party had no ill intentions, Lan Shuang decided to exchange identity information. "My name is Lan Shuang, what's your name?"
"My name is Wen Qingqing, you can just call me Qingqing. I'm fifteen."
"It's a nice name. I'm eighteen."
Lan Shuang turned her head to look at the others as she spoke. There were two men sitting on the sofa opposite. The one facing her was an office worker in a suit and tie that was neatly tied. He had a slight beer belly when he sat down. He was of medium build and looked to be no more than forty years old. His facial features were regular, not outstanding, but also handsome. He wore silver-framed glasses and looked quite shrewd.
Noticing his gaze, the man cleared his throat and asked, "Is there anyone left out?"
Wen Qingqing looked around and was about to speak when the door suddenly opened and another person came in.
Lan Shuang looked up and was stunned.
The man was wearing a light blue shirt, light blue jeans, and white casual shoes. He looked very fresh and clean. He was tall and straight, with the youthful vigor. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be smiling, and the small mole at the end of his eyes added to his charm. He looked particularly amorous, but his features were very deep and neat, combining both strength and softness.
"I'm the last one to arrive? Sorry."
He smiled, his eyes instantly locked onto Lan Shuang on the sofa, and he introduced himself readily, "Hello, I'm Jiang Lusheng, a 20-year-old university student."
Lan Shuangxin's rhythm was disrupted, but no matter how many times she looked at it, she would still be moved by this face.
But this time he used his real name again? Or was it just a coincidence?
"Now that we're here, let's sit down and talk. This is really strange, so it's best if we're honest." The man with silver-rimmed glasses pushed up his glasses and stood up. "My name is Liu Quan, I'm 32 years old, and I'm the manager of a listed company."
After saying that, he looked at the man next to him, and Lan Shuang also looked over.
This man was obviously older than Liu Quan, had less hair, and wore a pair of very ordinary black-framed glasses. He was also wearing the most ordinary maroon short-sleeved shirt with the hem tucked into his trousers, revealing a black leather belt. He was dressed very conservatively and had a gentle expression, like a teacher.
Lan Shuang was watching when she suddenly felt the sofa beside her sink slightly. She turned around and met those sparkling peach blossom eyes. "Is there no one here? Can I sit?"
Lan Shuang narrowed her eyes and glanced at his butt meaningfully.
No, didn't you sit down too?
Jiang Lusheng laughed, "Okay, I'll just pretend there's no one here."
The man with black-framed glasses smiled shyly. "I'm He Ping, 45 years old, and I'm the homeroom teacher for the second grade of high school."
Lan Shuang nodded. "When I saw you just now, I felt that you looked like a teacher."
He Ping raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Is it obvious?"
The beautiful woman sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed on the other side smiled and lifted her hair. "Your temperament is obvious. You look a lot like my former homeroom teacher."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone laughed and the atmosphere eased a lot.
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