Chapter 74 Let me tell you the story of how you chose me from a group of hosts.
Since the live broadcast was temporarily unavailable and the variety show venue was inconvenient to live in, all the guests decided to leave the next day.
Fu Yan and Wen Yao also bought plane tickets for the evening.
They didn't bring much to begin with, and then Liu Piao'er's unexpected death happened too quickly.
Fu Yan and the others had to leave again before they had a chance to pack everything, so packing their luggage was very easy.
Fu Yan didn't want to make a wasted trip, so she brought a few gifts to visit Xiao Su.
After all, Xiao Su is a seasoned supporting actress with undeniable acting skills. If Fu Yan can learn even a little bit from her, her trip will be worthwhile.
Feeling a bit bored being alone without a phone, Wen Yao took out her easel and started drawing in the courtyard.
Of course, 8848 took the initiative, while Wen Yao simply admired the scene and chatted.
"8848, you say we are so destined, but you just happened to get on stage through connections, and I was the only host left to choose from."
Wen Yao sighed, "Now that I think about it, it's better to be healthy. If I were in a vegetative state, I wouldn't be able to see these wonderful scenes."
8848: [...Yes.]
Actually, it lied to Wen Yao. How could she be the only one left to choose from?
After all, this was 8848's first mission, so its older brother 666 specially found four "Wen Yao" for it to choose the most suitable host.
These four Wen Yaos from different worlds and of different genders all suffered accidents and became vegetative.
System 666 used energy to preserve their consciousness, allowing them to perceive the outside world and keep their minds active.
It reconnected 8848 with the thought processes of these people, allowing it to better understand Wen Yao's true thoughts when no one was around.
The first Wen Yao was a prodigy, but at the peak of her career, she encountered a laboratory explosion, leaving her with deep regret.
The second Wen Yao was betrayed by her family and lover, and wished she could be reborn and grind them to dust.
The third Wen Yao and her mother depended on each other for survival. Just when she thought that she would be able to get a job and her hardships would finally come to an end, she was stabbed by an antisocial madman.
The fourth is Wen Yao, who had no relatives or friends and no ties, and was in a car accident while saving someone.
The first three Wen Yaos were all more motivated to complete the mission than the fourth Wen Yao, and each of them was more suitable to be a host.
8848 days and nights listened to the heartfelt voices of these gentle souls, sensing their love and hate.
It coldly calculated in its mind: who would become the host who would wholeheartedly do tasks for it?
Only Wen Yao, number four, talks about trivial matters every day:
She complained about the loud voice of the woman next to her, saying it hurt her ears; she also grumbled about how the children of other patients were unfilial, suggesting they should raise a piece of barbecued pork instead…
8848 never heard Wen Yao No. 4's desire to wake up; instead, it always heard her say:
"Doctor, remove the tubes, don't try to save me anymore."
"If I weren't unable to move, and if the King of Hell wanted me to die at midnight, I would have slit my throat at 2 AM."
...
8848 thought to itself, "Wen Yao, number four, really seems to want to die. Maybe I should help her out once I find a suitable host."
The patients around Wen Yao, patient number four, kept changing, and one day a little girl replaced her.
The little girl's parents are both gentle and patient people. They take turns watching over her, feeding her medicine, wiping her sweat, moisturizing her lips, and telling her bedtime stories...
Number four, Wen Yao, would listen to other people's bedtime stories every day, and once she opened her mouth, she would keep making comments and criticisms.
8848 thought, this fourth Wen Yao is really a world-weary and glib person.
But one late night, as all of Wen Yao's inner thoughts faded away, and 8848 went to study the system's theoretical knowledge, they suddenly heard Wen Yao No. 4 unconsciously sigh:
What does it feel like to be loved?
"I've never been loved, so I really can't imagine it..."
At that moment, 8848 felt like it had been burned.
It was pampered from a young age, surrounded by countless loves, sometimes to the point that the love was so overflowing that it became somewhat annoyed.
But there are some people, like Wen Yao (number four), who don't even know what it feels like to be loved.
It couldn't help but think of Wen Yao, number four, who always kept saying things like "Pull out the tube" and "I don't want to live anymore"...
Did she really want to die, or was she hoping someone would save her?
She knew no one would come, which is why she became so disappointed and world-weary.
It's hard to describe what it feels like to be loved, so let Wen Yao, number four, experience it for herself!
8848 ultimately chose number four, Wen Yao, ignoring his brother 666's disapproval.
But after being truly confronted by Wen Yao's sharp tongue, 8848 finally understood what it meant to be sarcastic.
It sneered inwardly, adopting a nonchalant attitude, [Sorry, the original owner is dead, you're the only one left to hold on.]
You annoying host, I'll just give you a bonus based on the minimum wage!
...
Wen Yao had no idea that 8848 had so many thoughts on his mind.
As she was about to take the painting down to admire it after it was completed, there was a knock on the courtyard gate.
She looked up and saw Wang Xing.
Wang Xing was dressed in a sharp suit today, and his leather shoes were polished to a shine.
He must have a habit of exercising, and he's in pretty good shape with no beer belly.
It was a decent outfit, but the frivolous and greasy smile on his face ruined the overall look.
"What is Miss Wen drawing?"
Wen Yao smiled faintly: "Liu Piao'er's emergency rescue diagram."
Wang Xing's smile froze when he thought of Wen Yao's speech about drawing portraits for everyone's funeral.
He chuckled dryly: "What made you think of drawing this?"
Wang Xing cautiously approached Wen Yao and examined the painting on the easel:
That was last night, when they and the production crew saw Liu Piao'er and An Rourou off. The different expressions on their faces were vividly captured, almost like a photograph.
Wang Xing didn't understand art; he just thought Wen Yao's paintings were too realistic and too good.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile returned to his face: "Why is it called the 'Liu Piao'er Emergency Rescue Chart'? Piao'er isn't on it!"
Wen Yao's voice was calm and indifferent: "Aren't you going to tell me? She went to the emergency room."
That's why she's not there.
Wang Xing: "..."
Next, Wang Xing tried everything he could to win Wen Yao's favor.
But Wen Yao seemed to have installed evasion equipment, always managing to perfectly avoid every topic he brought up.
Wang Xing was somewhat dejected and could only go straight to the point, "Ms. Wen, I own an advertising company, which makes nearly ten million in profit every year. My family has some money..."
"Well, I always thought I liked the pure and innocent type of girl, but after meeting you, I realized that no one else is as beautiful as me."
"Miss Wen, do you understand?"
"I understand." Wen Yao sighed softly, her gaze drifting into the distance. Her light-colored eyes were moist in the sunlight, her lips were red and her teeth were white, making her beautiful and charming.
She opened her mouth and said, "I always thought I was money-oriented, but after meeting you, I realized that I can't earn just any kind of money."
Wang Xing: "..."
A clear, magnetic laugh suddenly came from the doorway, and Wen Yao and Wang Xing both looked over.
A tall, elegant man stood at the doorway, his features exquisite. He was dressed in a suit, but it didn't look deliberate; it only accentuated his noble air.
Fu Jinzhi smiled slightly and opened his arms to Wen Yao, his voice still carrying a hint of laughter.
"Then, Miss Wen, can you earn my money?"
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