Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

After living as Song Qingnuan for a long time, Bai Nuannuan finally died, but her hand was tightly held by someone.

Just like the sound from the past——

"wait for me."

*

In the space stations located in all major planes, all the worlds are viewed equally from a God's perspective, just like slices of paper.

A sudden glance was shocking.

Just after receiving the punishment for host Feng Qingyao's mission failure from the Human Resources Department, the system pointed at the name ranked first on the data board and suddenly asked: "Do I have permission to talk to it?"

The HR director pushed the gold-rimmed glasses frame on the bridge of his nose very humanely and responded word for word: "The relevant call data has been sent to your database, please check it in time."

System: "OK."

*

Hong Ling, who was bored and had been in his space station for a long time, was now stretching out his paws to pick at the cat scratching post hanging in front of his eyes.

There was a "ding" from the main system in its ears. It didn't even need to look at it to guess that the new task host that came some time ago should have failed the task again.

"Hello Hong Ling, I am system number 198174."

Hong Ling blinked, turned over again with a "meow", and lazily bathed in the warm sunshine through the glass window: "Oh, hello."

With such a perfunctory attitude, the system suddenly felt a little familiar.

Choking, the system spoke slowly: "During the mission, I encountered an NPC numbered 1875786z. She seems to be very familiar with you."

"She asked me to deliver an audio message to you. Do you want to check it?"

Almost instantly, the Ragdoll cat, which was lazily basking in the sun, jumped up, as if its fur had exploded, and it was a little too excited.

"Collect it! Send it to me quickly!"

The system said seriously: "Progress bar: 45%."

Hong Ling's heart was as painful as a hundred claws scratching his heart, and countless questions accumulated on its lips: "Besides this audio, what else did that bad woman ask you to convey to me?"

"Which plane did you see her in? Wasn't she already..." dead?

"Ding~"

After transmitting the audio, the system had time to answer its long list of questions: "In order to successfully complete the plot of the plane, we made a deal with this NPC to ensure that she can reach the next location of the god fragment after death. noodle."

The red civet looked shocked and said an onomatopoeia: "Huh?"

After a while, it exploded with anger: "Then I asked her to become my host directly. If she agreed, wouldn't it be over?!"

The system said calmly: "I also mentioned this plan, but it's a pity that she rejected it."

If she agrees, the system predicts that the probability of successfully collecting the god fragments will reach an astonishing 99.9%!

Hong Ling was quiet for a moment, and was suddenly comforted.

As long as it's not the only one who gets rejected~

"Then did she discover that she had fragments of gods on her body?"

The system thought about it carefully and said, "There is a 97% probability of no."

"..."

Hong Ling closed her eyes and listened to the audio brought by the system.

The system realized what was going on and retreated from the space station.

*

In the splendid European-style castle, the elderly Mr. Wen was sulking with a sullen face as he took a sip of Bai Nuannuan's freshly brewed scented tea, showing his composure.

Because Wen Qiao had to play e-sports all her life, she was temporarily called back from the company by Mr. Wen this morning.

"I'll give you one year," Mr. Wen put down the fine lacquered porcelain cup and looked at Bai Nuannuan indifferently. "If you can't finish it, you don't have to go back to the Wen Group."

Bai Nuannuan, who was still a little unaccustomed to this plane when she first arrived, still retained her original fear of Mr. Wen, so she shook her head and said "Okay".

After helping Mr. Wen stand up, the old housekeeper brought a cane.

Bai Nuannuan stood up straight, looking obediently listening.

Mr. Wen was still angry: "Remember, don't lose the face of the Wen Group in anything you do!"

"I see, grandpa."

It wasn't until the sound of the crutches and sticks was heard that was getting further away that Bai Nuannuan managed to relieve some of the stiffness in her back.

Unable to help but sigh, he reached out and rubbed his forehead to sort through the messy plot in his mind.

Her original name was Wen Yinuan, a child adopted from an orphanage by the wealthy businessman Wen family when she was five years old.

Wen Qiaoyi is the serious heir to the Wen Group. He just turned [-] this year and is almost obsessed with playing e-sports.

Mr. Wen made a one-year appointment and called back Wen Yinuan, who was the director of the group, and asked her to completely give up Wen Qiaoyi's absurd ideas during this period.

Wen Qiaoyi is good at the mid-range unit. Now is the transfer period for major teams, and he will successfully sign a contract with the vg team.

According to the development of the original plot, Wen Qiaoyi was disqualified from the annual finals a year later under the arrangement of Mr. Wen.

The vg team, which was expected to win the championship, fell into a hellish trough.

As Wen Qiaoyi's substitute mid laner, it was this plane that brought the hosts to fill in. A year later, together with Song Luyan of the vg team, he achieved supreme glory.

The next day, after carefully applying her makeup, Bai Nuannuan pressed the voice button with one hand and said with some impatience, "Come back to me in half an hour."

In less than 20 seconds, a half-minute-long voice message came over. Just after pressing the play button——

Wen Qiaoyi, who was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep all night, wailed in pain: "Sister! You are already naturally beautiful, why don't you spend your money on it? We are already going to be late!!"

A few wails were like a tenor and could linger around the rafters for days.

Bai Nuannuan muttered twice, then sent an emoticon perfunctorily, and walked to the cloakroom.

The best thing about the Wen Group is money, and they are also very arrogant. They directly opened the room next door and arranged a dozens of meters of cloakroom.

After all, today I was taking that brat Wen Qiaoyi to vg to sign a contract and do some serious business, so Bai Nuannuan chose a dark-colored professional attire.

As soon as the door of the villa was opened, the young man squatting on the steps immediately stood up.

He is tall and thin, with arrogant yellow hair that is blown to pieces by the wind, but his appearance is extremely delicate and handsome.

Maybe it's because he plays games all day long, but Wen Qiaoyi's skin is as fair as fine snow, which makes Bai Nuannuan, who takes care of her every day, jealous.

As soon as he saw her, Wen Qiao's eyes lit up and he immediately hugged her stickyly.

"Good sister, can we go to vg now?"

Wen Qiaoyi was really afraid that Bai Nuannuan might betray him temporarily.

Maybe it was the blowing outside that made his fingertips a little cold. Bai Nuannuan shivered all over, and quickly pushed him away: "Just talk, what's the point of hugging?"

Wen Qiao looked confused.

Can you tell me that my sister likes him holding her the most?