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

In the play, men and women walk side by side, then skip class and go to the grass.

"That guy likes Xiao Ming, right? They are in love."

"maybe"

"Hey, auntie, have you ever been in a relationship? Middle school students are in relationships."

“I also saw them hanging out together at school.”

"no"

"Ah, no... I really want to hear it."

Movie continues playing

Ye Qing pressed the pause button and noted the duration.

Han Fangshui beside him had fallen asleep. He slowly stood up, supporting his head on his shoulders with his hands.

I wanted to pull the quilt out, but I didn't expect that she was holding on to the corner of the quilt so tightly that I couldn't get it out.

Ye Qing quickly came up with a solution.

He wrapped her with a quilt, then gently carried her back to the room and covered Han Fangshui with another layer of blanket.

“It’s such a pity that the disc was thrown away in the end”

The movie is over

"Yes." Ye Qing touched the wall and turned on the light.

The light filled the room, and Han Fangshui felt that the distance between himself and this aunt was getting farther.

"Well, even though it's only a little after ten, do you want to go to bed?"

"I don't want to sleep" I shook my head

When Ye Qing came back, he saw that she had fallen asleep while watching TV again. It was normal that she was not sleepy now.

"Well... let's go for a walk!" Han Fangshui clenched his right fist and made a hammer with his left hand, and then he had an inspiration.

"Oh, okay."

He immediately stood up, folded the quilt, and ran to the entrance. He bent down to put on his shoes and waved to Ye Qing who was taking the key.

The other person walked over slowly and took the key from the cabinet, and Han Fangshui immediately pushed open the door.

After putting on another coat, Ye Qing gently closed the door.

The two went down the elevator, passed the security office and left the community.

This was the first time Han Fangshui came to live in Ye Qing's house. She thought of the scene when she was taken home by her aunt.

"Let's go to the park" brings to mind the place where we met.

Ye Qing hummed and had no objection.

"Come to think of it, my high school is not far from the park. Did you go to high school there, auntie?"

"If it was in the southeast, it would be a school."

"Oh, Auntie, you are my senior." Han Fangshui didn't expect that there was such a fate between them.

"I knew about the park before but never had the time to go. Now that I have time, I went there to sit and met my aunt."

"I didn't expect that either." He looked at her face and said after Han Fangshui finished speaking.

"I thought adults were the type who would just say whatever they wanted to say, regardless of interruptions or not."

"Ah, it's a convenience store." I was a little surprised because I didn't see Han Fangshui last time.

"So do you want to buy something?"

"Let's go for a walk." This is all new to Han Fangshui.

The lights in the store were much brighter than the street lights outside, and all kinds of goods were displayed on the shelves.

There is an electronic sound when you step into the door frame

"welcome"

Han Fangshui stopped in front of a shelf filled with various kinds of wine.

Ye Qing noticed her strangeness and approached her to ask.

"Do you want to buy it?"

"I haven't tasted it, have you ever drunk it, Auntie?"

"I've drunk it. If you want to drink it, I'll buy it for you." Ye Qing looked for a wine with a low alcohol content.

"Hmm...ah" Han Fangshui pursed her lips.

"Oh, yes, I'm not a minor!" She suddenly thought of something and got excited. But she still looked at Ye Qing.

I took two bottles of sparkling wine and asked, "Does it taste good?"

At this time, Han Fangshui seemed embarrassed again, and Ye Qing frowned, not because he was angry but just confused.

Touch her shoulder, "Just trying it out"

"Ah...I want to drink" he said with his shoulders relaxed.

"Is there anything else you want to eat?" Ye Qing looked around, it seemed that he had bought every kind of snack before.

"Don't worry about anything else, let's just buy it and go to the park." He rushed over and grabbed her hand.

The other person's hands were whiter and tenderer than his own, and his nails were well-manicured, and the crescents were easy to see. Ye Qing immediately realized that his focus was strange, and hurriedly paid.

You can see the swing from before, but of course there's no one on it now.

"Want to swing?" I asked the girl next to me.

"We've played it before, let's go play something new." He walked past the swings and entered the park.

"I do know there is a lake. Have you seen it?"

"I haven't seen it, I want to see it." I'm very happy to see Han Fangshui because there are new things.

The two of them leaned against the fence. There were no street lights around them, and in the distance was the dark purple night sky.

The water is black.

“It’s so dark in here.”

"Yes, this place has been here for some time, so it's normal for the street lights to fall into disrepair." Han Fangshui no longer leaned on the fence, turned around, and supported his face with his elbows to look at the aunt.

"Do you come often?"

"No." The other party didn't turn his head to look over.

"Too busy at work?"

"Not bad" "What does Auntie usually do in her free time?"

"go to bed"

“Don’t you want to travel or hang out with other people?”

“When I’m on a business trip, I can visit some attractions, but I don’t have the desire to see people.”

"Wow, there's wind!" Han Fangshui reached out to touch it, and some of the wind flowed into his sleeves.

The girl next to him had her hair messy, and he moved his arm to help her tuck the strands behind her ears.

"Thank you." He wanted to dodge sideways when Han Fangshui approached him, but the girl followed him every time he moved, so he could only stand still.

"Auntie is so funny." Her body was stiff in my sight, and her eyes were closed tightly as if she was about to accept some kind of punishment.

"Okay." After a sound of clasping his hands together, Ye Qing opened his eyes.

"Ha!" He spread his palms in front of her again, clenched his fists and poked her face with his fingers.

At this moment, the girl suddenly fell silent.

She turned and looked at Ye Qing with a smile, her smile full of sadness.

“Our world is a fiction.”

“The entire future will only run according to established scripts, procedures and rules.”

"This is the sad fate of our time."

Chapter 12: Delaris

On the other side, Zhao Manying entered the game and opened the diary that Delaris had just handed over.

The diary that once belonged to her

"This is my biggest secret, a secret more important than my life. I think you will be satisfied with it."

Interesting, let's take a look...

Opening the diary, Zhao Manying had already entered the projection.

I won't have dinner today, and I might even get beaten. Delaris sat on the steps in front of the theater, holding her chin with her hand and thinking sadly.

But the theater security guard didn't seem to want to give him a chance to think. He strode over and made a gesture to drive away Delaris, as if he was not driving away a child, but some dirty little animal. Although Delaris curled up and took up very little space, he was as inconspicuous as a piece of bread crumbs on the dining table on the steps of the huge theater, but he still became a thorn in the security guard's eyes. The man in cheap uniforms grabbed the collar of his coat and threw him to the road below the steps like a puppy. He sat in the mud and was almost crushed by a passing car.

"Hey! You bastard! You will definitely suffer when I grow up!" De La Lisi struggled to get up, rolling and crawling to avoid the car that seemed to have no eyes, and yelled at the tall and strong security guard in a very vulgar way, "How am I bothering you? Did I sleep with your sister or fuck your mother?!"

"You uneducated little bastard, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!" The security guard was so angry that his hair stood up on top of his hat, his bear face turned purple and red, and he swung his fist to hit De La Lisi. De La Lisi was so scared that he ran away, desperately stretching his thin legs rolled up in loose and torn pants, and ran to the opposite sidewalk like a puppy with its tail between its legs. With his thin body, he flexibly shuttled through the crowd, turning left and right in a while and disappeared into an alley, leaving the security guard cursing in frustration.

De La Lis trotted for a while, and only heaved a sigh of relief after he was sure that the adult as strong as a bear behind him was no longer chasing him. He squatted beside the street lamp at the entrance of the alley, looking at the bustling people rushing home outside the alley, looking at the well-dressed masters and ladies, looking at the white bread and large pieces of bacon wrapped in paper bags in their hands, looking at the candy store across the street filled with laughter and the children coming in and out of it. His stomach growled long, as if there was a ferocious beast living in his stomach, roaring violently because he did not feed it, and the sound echoed in his abdominal cavity for a long time, reminding him that he had not eaten anything from the day before to now.

Perhaps because of such frequent hunger, although Delaris was almost twelve years old, his development was too slow due to long-term malnutrition. He looked only eight or nine years old. He was skinny, with thin arms and legs wrapped in dirty, tattered and loose old clothes that were too big for children. His dirty and smelly coat was missing buttons, and he always wore a small duckbill cap with a worn brim. He looked like a scarecrow in the fields, floating back and forth in the cold November wind in the city, without any deterrent power. His face was sallow, and his chin became very pointed because of his thinness, as pointed as a little fox. His nose was also pointed and long, and the bridge of his nose was a little curved, which made his black eyes look bigger. They were embedded in the eye sockets that were a little black due to lack of sleep, and hidden between the messy black hair, but they were surprisingly bright, flashing with shrewdness and tricks, revealing the bad water in his stomach.

De La Lisi was an orphan who was born but not raised by her mother. She usually lived in a small city orphanage, living with dozens of other lowly children. Life in the orphanage was naturally not easy. De La Lisi had never been to school. She had to work for the orphanage since she was eight years old. She went to the downtown area every day to sell cigarettes and some small trinkets. Sometimes she had to get up earlier to deliver newspapers to the rich area. She was chased by the big dogs raised by those people and rolled and crawled all over the ground. However, those people were still laughing and even refused to give De La Lisi a tip even though she fell into the mud.

The missing childhood and early employment made Delaris less innocent and more philistine. Because he often ran around, he knew the whole city like the back of his hand. He knew where and when the flow of people was the most dense, which was convenient for selling his cheap goods. He also knew the performance schedules and closing times of various theaters in the city, the time and place of various workers' rallies and parades, and some rumors that spread particularly quickly among the people in the market. He even knew some things about the upper class, thanks to his frequent visits to the rich area to deliver newspapers and sell some cheap small items to the servants of the Marquis's mansion, chatting with them and asking for gossip. These gossips did not help his business much, but they gave him more topics to talk about when he was buying cigarettes and selling newspapers, making him different from other little kids selling newspapers, so as to attract the attention of those gentlemen wearing tall hats so that they would buy his goods.

In the past, De La Lisi was always the one who could get money the fastest. She sold cheap goods and took the money back to the orphanage to exchange for food. Although she could not eat anything very good, she could at least eat sour rye bread and potato soup without any oil. The orphanage would not let any child eat enough. They were always kept in a state of hunger but not starving to death, so that they could do things obediently and not generate too much energy to cause trouble. Although De La Lisi used to be so hungry every night, she could at least eat two meals a day, unlike some children who could not sell anything and were punished to not have dinner. They could only eat breakfast last the next day. The only thing left was the thin layer of oatmeal porridge in the pot that looked like swill oil. It was impossible for them to eat enough.

But the tide turned, and it was Delaris' turn to be without food. It was not because he could not sell anything, but because all his goods were robbed by the older gangsters at the docks, including all his money, newspapers, cigarettes, small toys, cheap candies, and even the shoe polish and cloth for his shoes.

The wharf is a hodgepodge of people, and naturally there is the most money to be made. If you can steal a big boss's wallet and keep it for yourself, you may not have to worry about food for half a year. But high returns naturally mean high risks. The wharf is the territory of the gangs. Those big hooligans who are several times taller and wider than him usually hang out there. They do evil all day long and do not allow other slightly younger children to go there. They say that seeing them is unlucky. They are malnourished and look like little chicken thieves. Just looking at them makes you angry. They are dirty and sharp-tongued. The younger ones with a slightly pitiful face dare to come and steal the business, steal the wallets of the prey of the big hooligans, and run faster than rabbits. They don't pay protection fees. They are as annoying as mosquitoes that suck blood and take oil in summer. Therefore, for those petty thieves at the bottom of the gang, these motherless orphans will naturally be beaten as many as they come. They will beat them as soon as they see them, just like beating rats crossing the street, and they will also take away everything on their bodies. Unless they want the little guys to help them do something thankless, they will never look at them in a good face. There used to be a poor guy named Sam in the orphanage. Half a year ago, he went to the dock to sell because he didn't know what was good for him. As a result, he never came back to the orphanage. Everyone guessed that Sam was killed and his body was thrown into the sea to feed the fish, but no one planned to find out. It was just an orphan who died. Everyone's life is equally worthless. If they can't take care of themselves, who would care about others?

But De La Lisi was different. He was born with an adventurous spirit, and he was smart and had more experience than his peers. Naturally, he was unwilling to be a frog in a well, confined to such a small place like the old city, where there was no money. He was always thinking about the money of the people passing by at the dock, and wanted to take some money from the drunk sailors or the unsuspecting vacationers. He had long wanted to join a small gang and work for the gang leader, but there was no gang like the local snakes in the old city and the new district who recruited stray children. There was a real adult gang there, and as long as you were over 15 years old, strong and capable of fighting, and smart, it was more stringent than using a sieve to sift flour. De La Lisi had nothing to do with it except for his good brain. After he went to a few tobacco-smoking gangsters to express his intention, he was only laughed at and said that the little brat had not grown all his hair yet and wanted to be a villain. He really didn't know his own weight. Then they drove him away, and one of them kicked his butt with his muddy boots, causing him to walk a little lame for two days.

Since they didn't recognize him, De La Lisi didn't plan to continue to approach them shamelessly. After a night of careful consideration, he decided to sneak to the port and work alone, just hanging around the edge, hiding from the group of big kids and adults wearing coats and smoking cigarettes, just a little bit beyond the distance, so that he could protect himself and make some extra money. It turned out that De La Lisi's approach was quite successful at first. If he just wandered around the edge selling his newspapers, no one would care about him. There were even gang members who came to buy a copy and threw him a few coins without even looking at him.

Within half a month, De La Lisi's various extra incomes increased his income by a considerable amount, not to mention that he got a lady's wallet and took all the money for himself. He also carried a ring with him, ready to use it as a life-saving capital after arriving in the New World. If he really ran out of money, he would sell the ring at a low price. He searched out several large bills from the wallet, stuffed them all into his pocket, and then carefully buried them under the crooked tree where he always hid his money. The tree was near a cemetery, and people had been hanged there before. It was unlucky and no one would have the time to come to such a place, so it became De La Lisi's treasured place to hide his money.

Delaris saved money for his travel expenses. He thought that one day when he had saved enough money, he would secretly board a cargo ship bound for the other side of the ocean, prepare food for the journey in advance, and then quietly run away after the ship docked, to create his own world in that country that was said to be full of land, money and freedom. This definitely required money. When you arrive in a new place, you must contact the local tyrants, which requires money to take care of things. You also need money for food and accommodation for the first period of time. Only with a heavy amount of money in your pocket can you survive in a strange place.

Chapter 13 The Donor

The vague light seems to be in the distance.

Gold, getting stronger.

The golden light pierced into the slits of his eyes. Even if he closed his eyes tightly, he still felt the discomfort of being strongly illuminated. Chu Xingge subconsciously put his arms against his eyeballs.

Consciousness seemed to be born at this moment. About two or three seconds after being able to feel "himself", a strong hangover feeling surged from the stomach to the brain. Chu Xingge slowly turned over and knelt on the ground, trying to retch, but nothing came out - this was probably not a hangover. The internal organs pulled the pain nerves, and seemed to be trembling violently, allowing Chu Xingge to clearly feel the location of the heart, liver, spleen, and stomach. A soft and slightly itchy touch came from the palm of his hand, and Chu Xingge slowly opened his eyes - because the eyeball was pressed, the vision was very blurry. After half a minute, Chu Xingge finally saw that he was kneeling on a piece of grass. The sun was shining here, and there was some dirt on Chu Xingge's palm.

A strong sense of disharmony came over Chu Xingge - he didn't remember which rich man's garden he was in, and there couldn't be such a beautiful place outside of District 3. Chu Xingge pinched himself hard, and the pain told him that this was not a dream. Chu Xingge immediately realized his stupidity - the severe pain he had just experienced was enough to tell him that he was not dreaming. Chu Xingge then thought of the possibility of environmental projection, so he raised his head and looked around.

A girl with rabbit ears was lying on the grass not far away, looking at Chu Xingge with her head tilted, as if she was very interested. After she and Chu Xingge looked at each other, she didn't look away, which made Chu Xingge feel a little embarrassed.

"Name." She spoke, and her voice sounded a little nasal.

"Chu Xingge's name?" Chu Xingge pointed at himself. She nodded.

"Dice," Chu Xingge said, "Of course this isn't a real name, but everyone is used to calling it that."

Hearing Chu Xingge's answer, she frowned, sat up and folded her hands in front of her chest: "Your real name."

Chu Xingge smiled bitterly and told her that Chu Xingge had long forgotten her real name. She tilted her head with a confused expression, lifted her chin and thought for a while, then walked towards Chu Xingge and sat down next to him again. The golden sunlight penetrated her loose golden hair, she raised her head and stared at Chu Xingge with her clear blue eyes.

"Chu Xingge's name is Bless, and he is the leaf picker who is responsible for receiving you."

The moment Chu Xingge heard the word "Leaf Picker", his eyes went dark as if by reflex, and the hairs on his body stood up. The sound of his heart hitting his chest echoed clearly in his mind. Chu Xingge wanted to jump up, but his body could not move.

"That urban legend?" Chu Xingge asked tentatively.