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

"Yes, I'm here. What's going on?" Normally, this should be working hours. Is there something important?

"I have something to ask of you. Although it was originally my job to do it, I'm too busy at work to get away. Also, I'm really sorry that we've just become a family and I have to leave you two children at home..." Aunt Xin's voice was indeed full of apology, but Wu Yonghe, who was used to such a life, felt very uncomfortable to hear these apologies. Anyone who lives such a life can understand you.

"You don't have to be like this. I understand you all. Just leave it to me and I'll do my best." Wu Yonghe interrupted her and brought the topic to the point. Arrange something for him to do, otherwise Wu Yonghe really doesn't know what to do at home.

"Phew~ That's good. I know you're a good kid. You know the entrance exam is in a week, right?"

"Well, I understand this. Could it be that..."

"Yes, just as you thought, she has an exam next week, so..."

Hmm? Do you want him to help with homework? But Wu Yonghe's grades are just average. If you only look at the high school Wu Yonghe attended, that doesn't tell us anything about Wu Yonghe's level. He... just got lucky and got a few questions right on the entrance exam.

"So can you accompany Qiaoqiao to buy a mobile phone and show her around the area?"

After changing into his going-out clothes, Wu Yonghe planned his route for the day in the living room. Fortunately, she did not dwell on Wu Yonghe's slip of the tongue.

Girls always spend more time dressing up when they go out. I heard that the longer a girl spends dressing up, the more important she is to go out. But generally speaking, how much time do girls normally spend on dressing up?

While Wu Yonghe was thinking this, Qiaoqiao appeared from the stairs in the living room.

She was wearing a very ordinary T-shirt, jeans and white canvas shoes. With her cold face and sharp eyes, she looked very heroic. The jeans were tight but not completely tight, which highlighted her slender legs. She was only about 1.6 meters tall, which was not considered short among girls. She was taller than most girls.

"I didn't realize you have such a slim figure. You look so pretty in this outfit." Wu Yonghe stood up from the sofa and reached out to take the handbag. This is what a boy should do when he goes out with a girl.

"Thank you for the compliment. It's just a random combination. As long as it's convenient for me to move around, whether it looks good or not is secondary." She glanced at Wu Yonghe and naturally handed the bag strap to him.

"I didn't realize you're such a practical person." Wu Yonghe put her bag on her left shoulder, and was glad that her bag wasn't too girly pink. It seemed that this black bag was quite suitable for her neutral outfit. "It's okay to eat lunch outside."

"As long as it's not unhealthy food with too many calories, Wu Yonghe doesn't mind." She took down the umbrella hanging next to the door, opened the door, and Wu Yonghe followed. "This is the most basic requirement outside, don't you have any dietary restrictions?" Wu Yonghe closed the door.

As they were about to leave, Wu Yonghe realized something: his communication with her seemed less awkward, so... were they getting closer? In any case, it was a good thing.

Although I don't want to admit it, I have to say that iPhone has always been one of the best quality mobile phone brands. And Wu Yonghe himself is also using iPhone

"If Wu Yonghe were to recommend something, it would be the iPhone. You don't have any aversion to the iPhone, do you?" Because some people don't like the iPhone for some reason, it would be better to ask in advance.

"I don't know much about electronics, so I won't be picky," she repeated.

"It's better to say that people of your age are the minority who don't understand electronic products. Do you usually kill time by reading books?" Seeing how she didn't even turn on the TV at home, Wu Yonghe had reason to believe that her only entertainment was reading.

"Well... I also go out and play with friends occasionally." She thought for a while and answered.

"What do you mean by going out occasionally?" Wu Yonghe seemed a little interested in this.

"I go to the bookstore with my friends every month." She replied calmly.

As expected by Wu Yonghe, books are almost her only way to entertain herself. Would such a life be much more boring than his? No, you can't speculate on others based on your own feelings. Although such mistakes will still be made, you must change your point of view once you notice it.

Someone once said to Wu Yonghe: Books are not boring things, they are great things that can build a world. This world can be a different world completely different from reality, or it can be based on the real world that Wu Yonghe and others live in. Putting a person's feelings and thoughts into words gives the characters life and soul.

Some people are just able to immerse themselves in these worlds and explore these different, vast worlds.

"I also hope to enter those worlds." Wu Yonghe couldn't help but sigh, because Wu Yonghe really couldn't read those long books.

"What world? Are you having a chuunibyou?" She looked at Wu Yonghe with a strange expression.

"No, I just feel sad that I can't read books and can't fully appreciate the beauty of books." Wu Yonghe sighed again and quickened his pace a little, not noticing that Qiaoqiao behind him paused.

She stared at Wu Yonghe's back and slowly followed him.

"Can you... also understand Wu Yonghe well..." She murmured softly, and no one could hear her words.

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"Since that day our relationship has become very good, I don't know why..."

"You idiot..."

Gao Yu couldn't help but cover his face, hating himself for losing to this Shakou.

Chapter 11 Mr. Roland

"Alright, why are you looking so sad? It's normal to be unaccustomed to fighting with technological weapons."

Through the video conference, Ye Qing looked at the three people in front of him with a smile.

Even Huangfu Wen Ning sat on the chair as if he was wilted, with a feeling of being burned out.

Xiaoyan was even more disappointed. He was regretting his wrong decision in front of the Goblin King. This was clearly his chance to prove himself in front of Ye Qing.

As a result, not only did he fail to seize the opportunity, he also played it miserably.

It would be fine if Xiaoyan was not a good fighter, but why did Huangfu Wen Ning have this expression?

Ye Qing couldn't help but look at Huangfu Wen Ning, wanting to hear her reasons.

"I'm so tired. I don't want to lead the team..."

Huangfu Wenning simply laid down on the table, leaving Zhao Manying beside him with nothing but an embarrassed smile.

In fact, before entering, no one would have thought that the royal underground ruins would look like this.

High randomness, limited magic items, low-level enhanced skill usage

These undoubtedly bring great fun to the players. No one could have imagined that such a mode could be played in Divinity Fantasy.

As an arpg-type game, many "predecessors" of Divinity Fantasy have already pointed out how to go down this path.

However, Huanmeng still launched various derivative modes on this basis, greatly retaining the popularity of the fantasy of the divine world.

"Okay, let me take you guys to fight again when we get back. This is what happens when you change to high-tech weapons. How are you going to play the challenge mode in the future..."

Ye Qing finished her last sentence while mumbling. After all, she didn't dare to reveal the existence of this model in advance for fear of arousing suspicion.

"Ye Zi, is everything going well over there?"

When talking about Ye Qing's mission, everyone present was more or less envious.

That was a mission that could give exclusive equipment, and Roland specifically asked Ye Qing to take it, so naturally the equipment could only fall into Ye Qing's hands.

However, the specific attributes and types are still unclear. However, since it is exclusive, of course everyone will be accepted.

"No, it's very troublesome. I want it to be fast, but this is the progress."

Ye Qing shrugged. The progress of Xi Luo's dream was not determined by her, so the speed could only depend on the speed of the two women in black veil.

If it wasn't for the exclusive equipment, how could Ye Qing be willing to waste time here.

In addition, nothing had happened here, so Ye Qing was somewhat curious as to why Roland had specially invited him here for this purpose.

Obviously, someone else could come. Even if we put aside the identity of the player, Delaris should be the more reliable person.

Moreover, Ye Qing had noticed the name Xiluo before, and she had indeed wondered whether Xiluo was related to the Xiluo Empire.

But there was no relevant part in the memory of the original world, and Hiro himself had no clues, so Ye Qing had to put it aside temporarily.

After all, if it had anything to do with the Shiloh Empire, Feilin should be nervous.

Just when Ye Qing was about to say something, Anjie suddenly ran over from behind.

"Captain Ye, we have entered the crucial plot!!"

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The snow was falling heavily. The goose-feather-like snow suddenly covered most of Night City, and the streets of Night City were dressed in white.

This heavy snow came as suddenly as the disintegration of an empire. This behemoth that once made the entire continent tremble suddenly disintegrated not long ago. Just when all the people in Night City were proud and complacent about the national flag planted on the flagpole in the center of Night City, they discovered that this behemoth had become so fragile, even weak.

The streets of Night City were covered with snow. The doors of the shops that were once prosperous on the streets were all locked tightly, the windows were smashed with bricks, and the things inside were looted, leaving only a mess. Snow still fell from the gray sky from time to time, and the gray sky and the not-so-white ground almost merged into one.

Mr. Roland drew the collar of his black coat closer and stepped faster on the snow. He raised his head, looked at the indistinguishable sun, and then looked at the national flag flying on a chimney in the distance. The pattern of sharp claws holding half a sphere had once been so frightening, but now it was like a defeated rooster, with its head lowered, huddled in a corner. Even if a cold wind blew, it could not fly up, and could only slightly lift a few straws stuck on it.

The man walked briskly across the street and turned into a few alleys. His well-trained body did not tremble at all. His bronze skin, which had been tanned by years of exposure to the sun, now looked a little pale. He held a cigarette between two fingers of his right hand and looked at the solemn building in front of him that was out of tune with the chaos next to it. He took two deep puffs of the cigarette, then threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped hurriedly twice with his shiny black leather shoes, and trotted in.

"Good morning, Mr. and Dr. Roland." The soldier standing guard in front of the door nodded at him, then looked ahead and stopped talking.

"Good morning, Sergeant Ceylon." He also nodded and smiled at the soldier.

Mr. Roland had a very good impression of this young man named Ceylon. He was hardworking and very young. He was polite to others and well-behaved in front of the leaders. It was said that he would have been promoted to major in two years and become a powerful figure in the Night City Military Affairs Office. Unfortunately, the disintegration of the Night City Empire was too sudden. Now the entire Night City Army was in a dilemma. Everyone was thinking about their own future. Who would be willing to care about the promotion of a sergeant? However, it was precisely because of this calmness while everyone was busy that Mr. Roland liked this young man even more.

Mr. Roland pushed open the old glass door. The door frame rubbed against the door, making a harsh sound. He gently took off the hat on his head, shook off the little snow on it, and then hung it on the hanger in front of the door where four coats were already hung. He then took off his black coat and hung it on top of the hat to cover it, revealing the white lab coat underneath.

He exhaled lightly, patted his face, pushed open another frosted glass door, and walked in.

Although it looked like frosted glass, he knew it was made of reinforced bulletproof glass. That kind of bulletproof glass was a new product developed by the Central First Research Institute of Night City a few months ago. It was said that it was originally intended to be used to make a glass explosion-proof shield that would give soldiers a wider field of vision. However, before this kind of glass was officially released to the market, the disintegration of Night City also made the group of crazy scientists in the Central Research Institute lose their jobs, and they became the neighbors of the civilians "abandoned" by the world on the streets. This door panel used three pieces of that new type of glass. The former director of the First Research Institute, whom he was familiar with, once told him proudly that this door might not be blown open even if it was shot at with an anti-aircraft gun.

However, before Mr. Roland had the chance to see his old friend demonstrate to him the strength of the door panel, he was sent to the stake by several priests and civilians who had nowhere to vent their anger because his research constituted blasphemy against God.

It's really ridiculous. Clearly, there are guns and ammunition that can blow through any statue of god, but people still blindly believe in that god who was invented by nobody, and are used as guns by those so-called servants of God without any self-awareness.

The Lord said anyone can go to heaven, but Mr. Roland said that's bullshit.

If everyone can go to heaven, what is the point of hell?

The priest said that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, supreme, virtuous and powerful. Mr. Roland said that was bullshit.

If God is truly omnipotent, why would He need these flattering words?

The priest said that the Lord's heart was as broad as the boundless ocean, and he was merciful and compassionate to all living beings. Mr. Roland said that was nonsense.

If God really has mercy on all living things, why are there so many sufferings in the world and why are there stakes?

Chapter 12 Sister

However, the radical action led to the strongest backlash, which was something Mr. Roland had never expected.

Hero's perspective begins with the escape of Mr. Roland.

"I'm sorry, but I need someone to prove my theory is correct."

In the secret underground laboratory, Mr. Roland was holding his abdomen and looking at the little girl in front of him in great pain.

I finally came to Night City, and used the alchemy and magic technology here to complete my idea. How could I give up without even trying...

Mr. Roland gritted his teeth and secured the unconscious girl to the bed next to him.

At the same time, he pulled out the pile of alchemical equipment next to him and began to link those magic crystals together.

Then, various complicated alchemical instruments were put on the girl, and in the culture tank beside the girl, there was another girl who was not much different from her age.

However, the girl in the culture tank had horrible wounds on her body, and even her body was mutilated.

Especially the head, which looks like it has been eaten by some ferocious beast, making people feel heartbroken when seeing it.

Mr. Roland muttered this, but when he put his hand on the start button, he hesitated.

Looking at the two little girls in front of him, Ye Qing roughly understood what was going on.

"So that's how it is. The real Heero is the captured girl, and the one in the culture tank is..."

Ye Qing was a little worried that Roland beside her would lose his mind, but it turned out that her worry was completely unnecessary.

Roland, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was very calm, as if he already knew what would happen.

This surprised Ye Qing a little. She even paid close attention to the changes in Roland's expression, but he was as steady as a rock.

Besides, what is the connection between the previous return to the memory of the so-called grandparents?

The only thing that can be inferred based on the existing plot is that Mr. Roland should be Roland's father, and Roland should just be a surname.

And her sister is most likely not her real sister. Ye Qing had been curious before, why these two siblings did not look that similar in appearance.

In that case, just keep reading.

Mr. Roland hesitated again and again, but still did not press the button.

The pair of hands, already covered with scars, retracted. Even at this moment, he still couldn't do such a cruel thing.

Using someone else's daughter to exchange for your own daughter's life, no matter how correct the theory is, what is the difference between you and the lunatic who hurt your daughter?

He walked to the culture tank, and slowly sat down with his back to it.

It was not until this moment that everyone present noticed that there was a large area of ​​dark red under Mr. Roland's windbreaker.

It was obvious that he had been injured for a long time and it was irreparable.

"Daughter, Daddy is sorry for you..."

When these words came out in a whisper, Mr. Roland closed his eyes completely.

It was not until this moment that Roland, who was standing next to him, showed a change of expression.

He turned his head away unconsciously and clenched his hands, as if he didn't want to witness this scene.