Oh, God! Can a thunderbolt strike me to death? Lin Xuanjiao was already feeling hopeless in her bed. She didn't want to stay in this shabby place at all.
Lin Xuanjiao had never thought that she could not sleep because of someone else's snoring. This was something she had never thought of in her previous world.
She pulled the quilt over her head in annoyance, trying to calm herself down for a moment, but Lin Xuanjiao quickly crawled out of the quilt.
It was too hot to be stuffy inside the quilt. Listening to the snoring sounds coming one after another in her ears, Lin Xuanjiao sat up suddenly. She really couldn't stand the snoring anymore. She didn't know how these people got used to it.
Lin Xuanjiao was so angry that she wanted to wake up those who disturbed her sleep without caring about anything. However, as soon as she sat up, she thought of how hard these people worked during the day, and her feet that wanted to get out of bed retracted.
Forget it! These people work so hard during the day, let them sleep well at night, Lin Xuanjiao thought silently in her heart.
Then she collapsed with her whole body powerless, and Lin Xuanjiao stared at the beams with lifeless eyes. Sometimes it is not okay to have too high a moral bottom line. Isn't this just making themselves suffer?
Lin Xuanjiao couldn't fall asleep because of the noise from the Youth League Institute, and Song Yingan also couldn't sleep because of what happened during the day.
At this moment, he was holding a branch and concentrating on carving Lin Xuanjiao's name in his yard. Every time he wrote Lin Xuanjiao's name, Song Yingan would erase it and write it again because he was not satisfied.
Looking at the name he had just written, Song Ying'an frowned, then used a wooden stick to erase the name he had just written on the ground.
Why isn’t it as beautiful as Lin Xuanjiao’s? Song Yingan continued to carefully copy Lin Xuanjiao’s handwriting, stroke by stroke, wanting his handwriting to be the same as Lin Xuanjiao’s.
In Song Ying'an's mind, Lin Xuanjiao's name must be written beautifully to be worthy of her, and he cannot write Lin Xuanjiao's name ugly.
But Song Ying'an was always dissatisfied with his handwriting. The first thing he did when he came back was to practice calligraphy in his own yard without even taking a shower.
Song Ying'an looked at the handwriting on the ground and felt a little disappointed in herself. Was she really that stupid? Why couldn't she learn to write?
Looking at the words he had written on the ground, Song Ying'an sighed and crossed them out with a branch, preparing to write again. If Lin Xuanjiao saw how ugly his handwriting was tomorrow, she would definitely be disappointed!
Thinking about what happened when he parted with Lin Xuanjiao, Song Ying'an's already lost heart became even more uneasy. He didn't know whether Lin Xuanjiao would come to meet him tomorrow.
Would what happened tonight make her feel sick? Would it make her stay away from him from now on? Would she look at him with disgust from now on? Thinking about these possibilities, Song Yingan felt sick all over.
He was so anxious that he couldn't even muster the energy to write. Throwing away the branch in his hand, Song Ying'an stood up and walked around in the yard, but he had no clue.
After much thought, he still had to look at Lin Xuanjiao's side. Song Ying'an was already worried when he thought about parting with Lin Xuanjiao. Why couldn't he control his mouth? He actually said what was in his heart so loudly. Wouldn't Lin Xuanjiao be scared by him?
That night, neither Lin Xuanjiao nor Song Ying'an slept. One of them couldn't sleep due to external factors, and the other couldn't sleep because she was scared for psychological reasons.
When Lin Xuanjiao heard the first rooster crow while squinting her eyes and pretending to be asleep, she knew that the symphony that had tortured her all night was finally coming to an end.
Looking at the sky outside the window, Lin Xuanjiao withdrew her gaze in disappointment. It was still early for them to go to work, and it was still dark.
She thought that when the rooster crowed it was time to go to work, but it seems she has to endure for a while longer.
This kind of endurance is really unbearable! It is so painful. Lin Xuanjiao swears that she has never experienced this kind of situation where she wants to sleep but can't.
Could it be that she had lived too well in the past ten years and God was displeased with her, so he threw her to this place?
Thinking of this, Lin Xuanjiao became angry. If time could go back, she would want to slap herself who opened the novel out of curiosity. She told her that you are so curious, but don’t you know that curiosity kills the cat?
Thinking about what Shi Chengyu said about "Lin Xuanjiao" having already started an entertainment company in her previous world, Lin Xuanjiao gritted her teeth in anger, because this treatment was clearly hers.
Lin Xuanjiao rubbed the quilt in her arms vigorously, thinking that the quilt was the real culprit who caused her to travel through the book.
No! Are the barriers to entry in time-travel books now so low? Don't people who have lost both their parents and lived in an orphanage since childhood have to be the ones destined to travel through time?
How could Lin Xuanjiao, a rich lady with a happy family and no shortage of food and drink, be able to have the face of a time-traveling god and be transported to this world?
Besides, those people who traveled through time either had a system mall or a portable space, but what about her? She had nothing, and it seemed like she had traveled through time in another body. Even the memories in this body were incomplete, fragmented, like NPCs in a game, whose memories could only be triggered when they met the main characters.
Lin Xuanjiao complained in her heart until dawn, and then she finally heard the radio sound that sounded like heavenly music to her ears.
As the radio sounded, the snoring that had tormented Lin Xuanjiao all night finally stopped, followed by the rustling sound of someone getting up.
After listening to the symphony all night, Lin Xuanjiao felt that the noise of getting up was nothing.
She had to leave quickly. She had to make up for her sleep today. She had barely slept the entire day yesterday, and even last night she hadn't slept at all. Lin Xuanjiao felt that if she didn't get enough sleep to nourish her body, she would most likely become the first woman in history to travel through time and space and die suddenly from insomnia.
This title is so embarrassing to hear, and Lin Xuanjiao is determined not to get this glorious title.
This time, even though Lin Xuanjiao was not asleep, she did not open her eyes. She wanted these people to think she was sleeping so that they would not greet her or chat with her.
Lin Xuanjiao knew that Meng Qi and Qiao Ling only spoke to her because they wanted to make friends with her, but now Lin Xuanjiao no longer had the energy to deal with social interactions. She just wanted these people to leave quickly so that she could sleep peacefully.
Her demands were not high, and she hoped these people could meet her insignificant request.
But usually, the more you don’t want something to happen, the more it will happen. Just when Lin Xuanjiao was praying for these people to leave quickly, she felt two people standing by her bed.
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