Am I destined to be cannon fodder? Unlock the system and lead the motherland

Chapter 87 Death Barbie Pink Ah Ah Ah
"So, just pretend nothing happened and keep up your image as the 'world peace ambassador'. As for your cousin, keep smiling and don't harbor any resentment!"

Jiang Xiaofeng lowered his head slightly, his fingers unconsciously clenched together, and nodded obediently: "Mom, I understand. I won't mention this in front of my cousin."

After watching an episode of a TV series, Yun Ximo took the remote control to change the channel.

Xu Zhaoxia came over leisurely as if on cue and said, "Momo, your room is ready. Go take a look."

Yun Ximo quickly said, "Thank you for your hard work, aunt."

Aunt Xu Zhaoxia's face showed a hint of doubt. She looked at Yun Ximo carefully and said, "Momo, do we really need to be so polite to each other? I remember you stayed in this room when you came here two years ago. Why are you suddenly so unfamiliar with each other this time?"

Yun Ximo's heart suddenly tightened, and she was secretly annoyed: Oh no, this is bad, the daily embarrassment of time travelers has come again, and it came without warning, and there is no way to stop it.

The original owner's memory is like a scrambled puzzle. How come none of the pieces fit together at the critical moment?

She began to frantically search the original owner's memories, hoping to find some clue to make up for this sudden embarrassment. But those memories were like a ball of yarn played with by a naughty cat, a mess, and there was no clue at all.

Yun Ximo could only lament silently in her heart: Original owner, oh original owner, where did you hide your memories? Did you even set a password?

She quickly adjusted her mindset, switched back to the role of a "native", followed Xu Zhaoxia to the room, and silently said to herself: Stay calm, stay calm, time travel is not a sin, but losing memory from time to time is the real trouble.

Aunt Xu Chaoxia opened the door with a motherly smile on her face.

"Momo, what does the room look like? Do you like it?" Xu Chaoxia had an expectant expression on her face that said, "Praise me, praise me!"

Then, when Yun Ximo opened the door, she was greeted by a sea of ​​pink. The curtains, bed, wardrobe, and desk were all pink, so pink that it made people wonder if they had entered the fantasy world of a Disney princess.

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Your uncle said that girls’ favorite color is pink, and he’s right!

Yun Ximo: “…”

Like it? If this Death Barbie Pink likes it, she might be Barbie's nemesis - the Pink Terminator.

The curtains are pink, as gentle as the first rays of morning light;
The bed, like a cloud in a pink dream, is so soft that one wants to roll around on it all day long;

The wardrobe is pink like a princess castle in a fairy tale. When you open it, you feel like you can easily pull out a magic dress.
The desk is so pink that it makes people happy. When you concentrate on writing a word here, it will create a pink bubble effect!
...Wait, Yun Ximo relaxed her expression. Oh my God. Aunt, I'm an adult, not a little girl's Barbie Dreamhouse...

Seeing Yun Ximo standing there in a daze, Xu Zhaoxia thought she was so moved that she couldn't speak, so she quickly comforted her: "Momo, don't get too excited. As long as you like it, it's good. Your aunt's place is not an emotional bank. You don't need to save interest on your feelings!"

Yun Ximo could only bite the bullet and force out a smile of "I'm very satisfied" in front of the eyes full of deathly Barbie pink.

"I like it, I like it very much!"

Aunt, I was so shocked by the 'Death Barbie Pink' that I was speechless for a moment!

Xu Zhaoxia realized it later and saw something and said, "Oh, it's okay if you don't like it. I'll change the style for you right away!"

"No, no, it's really good, absolutely great! My uncle has great taste, and my aunt is even more proactive. This room, well... it's truly unique and truly eye-catching."

My aunt has nothing special but the skill of changing her style very quickly!
Do you prefer Scandinavian minimalist style? Industrial retro style? Or perhaps a starry sky theme?

Yun Ximo: “…”

However, although this deathly Barbie pink is not my cup of tea, I truly appreciate your kindness!
"Really, really, it's good, quite...really unique. I like this kind of, um...challenging style!"

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The balcony is open to the public, and you can see roses blooming without entering the balcony. They sway gently in the wind, and the petals fall in the wind, just like the first snowflakes falling in winter.

Then, Yun Ximo leisurely strolled to the large balcony. It was not a balcony at all, it was just a small exhibition of luxury goods in the plant world!

Xu Zhaoxia's aunt said with emotion: "Your mother loves to plant these flowers and plants. She has been planting these flowers since before you were born."

The flowers and plants above, in pots and pots, have price tags that would make people cry out for help if they were hung up. The prices on the market are so high that it would make people cry out for help.

There are also some rare species hidden here, which are said to exist only in heaven and rarely seen on earth. Got money? Sorry, you still have to wait in line for your chance to see them!

It turned out that they were all planted by her mother herself!
"Having a fairy mother at home is better than countless gold mines"!

Yun Ximo stood there, like Sun Wukong who had suddenly discovered that he had inherited the entire Flower-Fruit Mountain. She almost said to the flowers and plants, "Little ones, you are all my 'mama's boys'!"

Looking at this small world full of greenery and fragrance of flowers, I was thinking that when I have time, I will give an in-depth "interview" to these plants that can serve as both vases and money-printing machines, and explore their specialness.

Yun Ximo returned to the living room and walked to the sofa. She bent down and picked up the black backpack lying on it, touching and patting it like an old nanny who had found a child who had run away from home.

Finally, the highlight came.

Her gaze was inadvertently "kidnapped" by something on the wall. Yes, it was a painting, a painting hanging on the wall, low-key but exuding the aura of "I am not simple".

Yun Ximo couldn't help but take a few more glances, curious about the baby and seeing how excited he was.

She took a closer look and almost couldn't help screaming - isn't this the "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping" painted by Zhang Heng, a great painter of the Han Dynasty!

This painting is a priceless treasure, a national treasure!
Ten thousand horses are silent, oh no, it’s ten thousand horses galloping, magnificent and majestic.

The scene before us, of thousands of horses galloping, is so imposing that it is as if a herd of horses has come straight from a history textbook, ready to have a spontaneous "cross-border horse rally" in modern society.

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Yun Ximo was so confused, as if she was being scratched by a cat. Wasn't it said that her uncle's family was extremely poor?

This...what's the story behind this "Ten Thousand Horses Galloping Picture"?

Could it be that her uncle's family is actually a wealthy family? They usually wear ripped jeans, eat instant noodles, and look like "I'm poor, don't mess with me", but when they turn around, they see priceless paintings hanging on the walls of their house as a background.

Or is it that this painting was actually created in a midnight dream, when old man Zhang Heng suddenly lost his soul, traveled through time and space, and splashed ink on the frame on a whim?

The word "poor" has completely changed her mind. Now the new definition is: "I am so poor that I have to be low-key, but I still have to pretend to be like a teenager who eats instant noodles and wears ripped jeans!"

After saying that, my aunt Xu Zhaoxia added, "Momo, if there's anything missing in the room, just tell me. You're welcome."

After hearing this, Yun Ximo felt a warm feeling in her heart.

The main purpose was to get out of the confusion of "Shiheshen Asteroid" as soon as possible, and stop being that loyal little satellite, revolving around his "love brain vortex" all day long. Then her life would jump from black and white TV to 4K high-definition screen.

If she could give even one tenth of her passion for love to books, she would be throwing a super nuclear bomb into the ocean of knowledge.

Picking up a book is definitely more handsome than a warrior holding a sword. For her, studying is like Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts - a piece of cake!

Who knows, you might even be able to cheat all the way and turn from a poor student into a top student. How cool!

Take a look at her "evil aunt's training ground" - the Yun family. Wow, it's a real-life palace drama scene, and Aunt Shu Manli is the villain boss who is best at palace fighting.

The original owner in there is the reincarnation of a punching bag, and he plays out the real-life version of "Story of Yanxi Palace" every day.

If only one day she could get carried away, slap her thigh, and yell, "I quit!"

Then he shook his head and ran straight to his uncle's house, which was like jumping into the abyss of "endless sea of ​​suffering".

At this moment, Luo Luo leisurely emerged and spoke slowly, "A friendly reminder: while you were slaying the crowds at the dinner table, you completely forgot what was before you—the tableware. It's gleaming with gold, gilded enamel, a relic of the Han Dynasty! If it were shown at an auction, it would surely have the biggest names in the antique world scrambling for it. Instead, it sits so discreetly and luxuriously on the plain dining table at my uncle's house, a true champion of understated elegance, the pinnacle of pragmatism."
Yun Ximo almost vomited blood.

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"What the hell? She was eating at the table earlier, using antique bowls and plates to serve her meal, and she didn't even notice? This meal isn't a meal for me, it's history. I didn't realize the plates were worth their weight in gold, I was just busy eating. The most important thing is, my uncle and aunt actually treated them as everyday tableware, placing them on the table so brazenly. I'm not even eating, I'm just being a living backdrop for these antiques..."

Luo Luo said proudly: "Haha, you really hit the jackpot! You can't buy this kind of experience even if you have a mountain of gold! Look, drinking soup with an antique spoon, you now have a legendary experience of 'dinning with antique dishes', enough for you to brag about for the rest of your life!"
He finally recovered from the shock of the "rich man's dinner" as if miraculously, and slowly came to his senses.

Luo Luo lost no time in dropping another surprise bomb: "The cabinet under that LCD screen isn't made of ordinary wood. It's Huanghuali wood, the legendary 'exclusive to the rich, whose value increases with wind and sun'!"

Yun Ximo: "..." My little heart, do you need to add a lightning rod?

"Huanghuali wood?! Shouldn't this be in 'National Treasure,' carefully held by a group of white-gloved experts, with a sign next to it saying 'This wood is only found in heaven, rarely seen on earth'? Didn't I just pat it ignorantly, thinking, why is this cabinet as rough as tree bark..."

She rubbed her temples, trying to free herself from the dilemma of "poverty restricting imagination," and said with a wry smile, "Lolo, are you sure you're not playing the TV series 'The Daily Life of the Rich' for me? You're almost forging my little heart into titanium alloy."

Luo Luo still had that "I'm calm, the world is in chaos" look on her face: "Yes, you heard me right, Huanghuali wood, every inch of it exudes an aristocratic air. I'm expensive, and my expensiveness is justified. I'm just so high-end and classy!"
"The aura of nobility? I think it's the aura of 'so expensive it makes you suffocate'!"

Although Yun Ximo's heart was in turmoil, she still maintained an expression of "I'm very calm" on the surface.

Luo Luo's big, round eyes kept darting around as he enthusiastically promoted his "noble secrets": "I'm not kidding. As for knowledge, the more the better. What if one day you get lucky and pick up a Huanghuali sapling on the side of the road? Wow, it's a Huanghuali tree! Instantly, you'll go from being a passerby to a VIP at the pinnacle of your life. Isn't that exciting?"
Yun Ximo was so distraught by Luo Luo's daydreaming that she almost burst out laughing. "Come on, I'm already a lifetime honorary member of the 'Abandonment Therapy Association' and a veteran in the world of tanking. I'm driving the 'Salted Fish' and taking the 'Daydreaming Sideways' highway. Those lofty dreams should be left to those young men and women chasing their dreams. As for me, I'll just continue to leisurely flutter around in my little salted fish pond!"

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Yun Ximo returned to her room and, like the lazy cat that had stolen some fish, rolled onto the big bed that was as soft as a marshmallow.

He posed in a standard "spread-out" position, with his arms and legs spread out, like a salted fish that had just finished sunbathing on the beach, carefree and unrestrained. As if the world was so big, I just loved being so relaxed!
Suddenly, there was a click in the little head and he snapped his fingers - Oh my god, how long has it been since he went to the "Gathering Group of Players from All Worlds" to hang out and mingle?
When she thought of that group, there were so many messages that it was blinding. It must have piled up into an "Information Mount Everest" taller than Mount Everest, waiting for her to conquer it!
The scene was so beautiful that it was heart-pounding. Her hands had unconsciously begun to perform the radio gymnastics movements to warm up.

How can she not exercise her old arms and legs in advance?
Otherwise, what if you turn climbing the stairs into the "Great Wall of Information" and get cramps like "chicken claw madness"?
As she thought about it, Yun Ximo couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing like a pig, almost crying with laughter!

By the way, is Sun Wukong still suffering under the Five Finger Mountain in the wind and rain, with the progress bar so embarrassed that it doesn't move?
As for Su Daji, she wouldn't be hiding in some corner of the harem in some world, forming a "gossip squad" with a group of concubines, sitting around a small coffee table, eating melons imported from the future.

What about Goddess Athena? Isn’t she busy fighting in some universe right now?
(End of this chapter)