Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

"Ah, isn't this supposed to be available during the half-year celebration?"

Ye Qing opened a can of Coke and was interrupted just as he was about to drink it.

She thought about it and remembered that there had been a notification before, so why did this happen suddenly again?

Hu Li held the tablet and motioned Ye Qing to follow her, and at the same time began to mark out the things that Ye Qing needed to do in the densely packed task list.

Ye Qing felt a headache just by looking at these matters outside of the game, not to mention that Hu Li had handled a lot of them for her.

"That's another matter. We still have to take photos for the team promotion. Hey, where do you want to go, Miss Ye?"

Hu Li grabbed Ye Qing and only intended to let Ye Qing go after explaining a lot of things to her.

Ye Qing had indeed made a lot of preparations since his rebirth, but when he encountered these things again, he still felt a bit of a headache.

"Fortunately, I asked Sister Hu Li for help, otherwise I would be so busy with these things."

Ye Qing sat beside him and stuck out her tongue. The sugar that she had just replenished from the happy water she drank seemed to have been consumed again.

After hearing her say this, Hu Li just smiled and shook her head.

"Miss Ye, these things are supposed to be done by our publicity department. A person's energy is limited, so of course we should try our best to invest in the direction we are best at."

This sentence can naturally also be applied to other people in the club, Li Xuan, Luo Cheng, and the various staff members who ensure logistics for everyone.

Ye Qing’s best skill is naturally the fantasy of the divine world, and she also wants to devote more energy to it.

"Ah... But I still hope there will be less socializing like this."

Ye Qing also deliberately emphasized the word "socializing". She didn't like these things in her previous life, so naturally she wouldn't like them much in this life.

This made Hu Li laugh and shake her head repeatedly. She could also understand Ye Qing's feelings, especially when she was helping Ye Qing solve these problems.

Not to mention Jian Hongye, who is also responsible for various operational affairs. She is so busy that she can hardly be seen.

Anyway, it was the players' rest time, and Ye Qing couldn't help but close his eyes slightly while waiting for Hu Li to deal with it.

The long hours of training and tasks inevitably made her a little tired.

The silky hair slowly fell down, and Ye Qing leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Oh, and there's also the matter of the live broadcast."

Just when Ye Qing was about to fall asleep, Hu Li shook Ye Qing's shoulder, waking her up immediately from her half-asleep state.

"Ah, ah...you say it, you say it."

Ye Qing quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked at Hu Li in confusion.

"Hmm... I think even if you live stream sleeping, there will probably be people watching you. It's really cute~"

Hu Li burst out laughing and handed a piece of paper to Ye Qing.

Live broadcast...

Ye Qing didn’t know much about this aspect in the past, but if you simply consider the income, the official platform is a good choice.

"There's no rush for this. The official news has also been announced by other media. I'll have to trouble Sister Hu Li and Hong Ye to pay more attention to everyone's live broadcast contracts."

"That's for sure. Live streaming will also bring in a considerable amount of income. Ye Qing, are you really not going to make a decision now?"

Hu Li still planned to persuade Ye Qing. She had worked in the operation and maintenance of the e-sports industry for many years and naturally knew the sources of income for professional players.

For players who have no games to play for the time being, apart from the salary paid by the club, the remaining major expenses are advertising and live broadcasts.

"Really, is there anything else, without me...yawn..."

Seeing Hu Li waving her hand, Ye Qing naturally said goodbye and went back first.

When Ye Qing woke up the next day, he got up quite early.

After changing her clothes, she walked outside the club and saw Sister Weiwei boxing not far away.

She always liked to sleep in before, so she didn't notice Sister Weiwei's habit.

"Sister Weiwei, good morning."

Ye Qing also walked forward quickly, found a place next to Sister Weiwei and started doing warm-up exercises.

"Good morning, Miss."

Surprisingly, this time, Sister Weiwei did not stop, but continued to punch while maintaining her breathing rhythm.

"I have a younger sister who is also very good at boxing, although I don't know what kind of boxing she is doing. If there is a chance, I would like to trouble Sister Weiwei to teach her more."

Ye Qing was stretching, and at the same time he felt a little surprised that a lazy person like himself could still maintain such flexibility and easily touch the ground with his hands.

"Don't you only have one sister, Miss?"

After stopping, Sister Weiwei wiped the sweat from her forehead with a towel and asked curiously.

"Ah, she's my cousin, the daughter of my uncle who adopted me."

However, when Sister Weiwei heard the three words "Uncle Zong", her expression looked as if she had remembered something.

But she didn't say it directly, but continued to ask.

"So Miss, do you remember what kind of boxing your sister did?"

"I don't remember, but it was a big one, and it seemed to suit a sporty girl like her..."

"Is that right?"

Sister Weiwei moved away and then punched in the air.

The movements are vigorous and powerful, giving full play to the strength and linkage between the knees, elbows and waist.

"Yes, yes, that's right. Sister Weiwei, how did you know?"

Chapter 79 Diary

"Is this really the boxing technique..."

Sister Weiwei couldn't help but hesitate, as if she was thinking about whether to tell Ye Qing about the connection.

"really?"

Ye Qing, who was right beside her, of course heard these words, which made her turn her gaze towards Sister Weiwei.

But it was obvious that after hesitating for a long time, Sister Weiwei did not intend to tell this matter.

In this case, Ye Qing did not intend to continue questioning Sister Weiwei, but chose to directly bring the issue over.

Although she didn't know what kind of connection Sister Weiwei had with Uncle Zong, she couldn't prove it even if there was a relationship under the circumstances.

After a morning run, Ye Qing, who had just finished taking a shower, received a call from Aunt Mei.

"Ye Qing, we found your sister's things, please come over here as soon as possible."

After saying that, Aunt Mei hung up the phone, and the person sitting opposite her was none other than Ye Zhiqiu.

If what Aunt Mei said before was true, Ye Zhiqiu would be kicked out if he came again.

"Do you really want to tell her the truth?"

"It's just part of it anyway. Look at her. She's a real legend now."

Ye Zhiqiu even deliberately emphasized the word "myth", which made Aunt Mei sigh helplessly.

"Forget it. She is destined to be over there. How could she be troubled by the things of this world? It would be better to let her know part of the truth as soon as possible."

When Ye Qing came to Aunt Mei's office again, only Aurora was there.

"Miss, please be sure to burn it after reading it."

After saying this, Aurora left and placed the somewhat worn notebook on the table.

Burn it?

Without much hesitation, Ye Qing opened the notebook.

I feel my brain is getting duller and duller, and my intelligence level is now even lower than that of an ordinary person.

I am sixteen years old and have been studying at Peking University and Tsinghua University for six years. My grades are very poor and I am afraid that I will not be able to get a diploma.

When I was ten years old, I taught myself all the high school knowledge and took the college entrance examination. I was admitted to Peking University and Tsinghua University with an unprecedented score of 750. Now I am a person who is ridiculed or pitied by others, but I don't care. I created an identical world in my brain based on reality, supplemented details with various knowledge, and constantly corrected this world by comparing it with reality.

In contrast to the fantasy world that was getting closer to the real world, I was getting weaker and weaker, and needed to consume a lot of sugar every day to maintain consumption.

Just today, my model predicted exactly what was happening in the world. I have a model of the world, although I need to constantly revise it with a lot of information.

Why am I leaving it on? I was startled, and took my phone out of my pocket. 11:30, Thursday, unlocked it with my fingerprint, and entered the note.

1. Replenish energy

2. Ask for help/Forget it

3. Physiological Problems

Oh, I need to replenish my energy. I poured some glucose into the water and started eating it with the compressed biscuits. Help? Forgot it? Oh, it's that damn model.

Since I completed the world model, I have the ability to "predict the future", although it is not very accurate. But it has had a huge impact on my life. I have been distracted and lost my memory more than once. I have been hungry and had low blood sugar due to the large amount of energy demand. Because of these two reasons, I have had many brushes with death. I suddenly became dazed or fainted on the street. This experience of life and death without my control is frightening.

However, in order to complete this model, I have been thinking about it day and night for many years. My mind is full of this model even when I dream. It simulates the development of the future world in my mind all the time, so that my behavior in life is becoming more and more like dementia. Now I have only two choices: one is to cling to this model and die unexpectedly in a trance, and the other is to find a way to reduce the impact it brings to me or even forget it.

Is this still a choice?

When I succeeded for the first time, I was stunned myself.

Open your eyes.

A pair of eyes in front of me opened at the same time.

His face was gentle and peaceful, as if he was looking in a mirror.

I'm sure she looked at me with the same expression as me. I remembered that my friends used to say that my eyebrows would slightly raise when I was surprised, and then immediately flatten.

He and I sat up at the same time and looked at each other.

Apart from the face, the characteristics of the whole body are similar in some angles: like flat head versus straight hair - both are hairstyles for convenience to some extent; flat chest versus flat chest - well, there is nothing much to say about this; skin color that is neither white nor yellow - logically even brothers and sisters would not be so similar; head outline - even the shape of the ears is very similar.

We climbed out of bed separately. She was stunned for a moment when she couldn't find her slippers, and stood up barefoot. This seemed to be the first unsynchronized movement we made after waking up.

Then there was the overall look: She was shorter—perhaps we only had one X chromosome difference?—and her general appearance and temperament were probably not much different from how I look in the mirror.

She walked with me to the mirror. I saw myself, and then I saw her stepping closer.

It's very obvious at a glance.

Even the clothes are the same. It's exactly the same person. It's pretty good looking.

He seemed to have thought of something, rushed to get the mobile phone on the table, unlocked it skillfully, and started flipping through the photo album.

It shattered my delusion that she was not my last one.

"What are you doing?"

"You were a man before, right? Then--"

"Whose age is this in this world, you or me?" I took over the conversation. I was a step behind her, probably because of the slippers just now.

I leaned over to take a look too.

Unfortunately, the last photo of me was in a class photo. We both slapped our thighs. I watched her open WeChat, hesitated for a moment, and chose her best friend over her parents.

As expected, she is also her best friend. It can't be anyone else. I have only seen one idiot monitor who can accidentally count the wrong person on the spring outing list in my entire middle school. I am even more rare to see an idiot who can stay and accompany a person just because he made a mistake in counting the wrong person on the spring outing list. I guess the high school student who can write "杏" as "杳" is unique in the world.

"Let me ask you a question." The address remained unchanged. With a name like his, it was always best to address him.

"You say." The address remained unchanged.

"Am I a man or a woman?"

She was probably startled for a moment.

"If you want to become a woman, I can give you some tips."

He stared at the screen for a while, then dropped his phone and fell on the bed.

Perhaps, no matter before or after, I am the person who can best understand her feelings.

"Don't escape from excitement. It's useless to be excited."

I looked at him calmly. It felt really strange to look at another me, just like looking at a mirror.