Master Fu, the heroine of the abuse text sent a HE application

Chapter 1 Wearing the Book
late at night.

The computer screen projected a faint blue light on Xin Xia's face. She stared at the blank document for a while, and then clicked to quit after confirming that she really couldn't write anything.

Before turning off the phone, Xin Xia glanced at the time, it was two minutes past twelve.

While she was in a daze, her birthday came on time.

Xin Xia was in a daze for a moment, unbelievable that she had endured nearly ten years of paralysis.

Her unconscious lower body reminded her on cold winter nights of the long, gray days ahead.

The next second, Xin Xia was interrupted by an energetic female voice from the next room, "Xia Xia, are you still sleeping?"

Xin Xia quickly extinguished a lamp on the bedside table, and the narrow bedroom was completely engulfed in darkness.

She carefully retracted her head into the thick quilt, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Fortunately, the lady who kindly adopted her didn't come to check, but just said softly, "Happy birthday."

This dilapidated hut in the suburbs was finally swallowed by silence.

Until... I don't know how long later, a painful moan smashed a small crack in the silence of the night, but when the sharp cry was about to break through the tranquility covered by the darkness—fortunately, a soft pillow, a pair of strong The hand extinguished all this in time.

……

Xin Xia's heavy eyelids barely opened a crack, and was stimulated by the glare of light to close them again.

She didn't know why she was so sensitive to light, as if she had experienced the darkness and silence of death.

Xin Xia didn't have time to think, and there was a pain in her thigh, as if being hit by something hard one after another.

Shocked by this feeling, she opened her eyes wide, ignored the glare of the light, and looked straight at her legs.

She was completely paralyzed in a car accident when she was eight, and for the next decade her legs hung like a useless piece of junk.

Can't move, doesn't hurt.

But now, there are several heavy reference books stacked on these beautifully shaped legs, and she can clearly feel the weight of the books and the sharp pain when the sharp bookcases are pushed onto her legs.

Xin Xia stood up in surprise, raised her legs, and stepped hard on the solid ground, making a heavy sound.

She turned around again, admiring the sound of her own footsteps as if she were enjoying a grand concert.

"Are you crazy?!"

Xin Xia wanted to exclaim, but a sharp sarcasm pierced her ears first.

Then, there was another cold electronic voice, "Congratulations to the host, you have successfully accessed the novel "The Overbearing Love of the Black-bellied President". You have successfully passed through the body of the heroine Song Yingran."

Xin Xia was stunned, did she wear a book?And what he was wearing was a novel with a strong old-fashioned flavor?

In a dazed effort, various voices appeared one after another, and Xin Xia only felt that her brain at the moment was a garbage dump that contained everything.

The "crackling" sound of pushing things was mixed with questioning and roaring, "Song Yingran, my salary of 100 yuan an hour is not for you to come and sleep!"

"I see you as a poor student, I pity you, you pay us such a high salary, and you just perfunctory us like this?"

"You also said that you were admitted to University A, I think you are just talking nonsense..."

Not to be outdone, the mechanical sound turned up the volume directly, and Xin Xia's mind was filled with its echo.

"I noticed that part of the host's memory was lost during the journey, and now I'm retransmitting..."

"The memory of the original owner began to be transmitted..."

"The outline of the plot begins to be transmitted..."

(End of this chapter)