Kuai Chuan: I really don’t want to be a villain

Because it is a purely material plane, Song Qiao cannot directly descend to the body. It is too difficult and not worth it. So her original body was left in the system space, while her soul descended to the mission plane.

[It has been detected that the host has accepted the original owner’s information. The task is being issued. The main task is to plunder the luck of the son of the plane. The task reward: 1000 points of luck. One lottery draw in the mall. Failure penalty: obliteration. 】

Tsk, the one-star mission reward is too low.

Song Qiao was awakened by the noise, and the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of chicken and duck almost made her suffocate.

She opened her eyes and found that she was sitting on a bus. The bus had entered the terminal, and everyone was getting off the bus, pushing and shouting. Men, women and children speaking various dialects, carrying sacks or shabby backpacks.

Song Qiao waited silently until the end.

She swore that this was when she was at her poorest.

No one would believe that Song Qiao and Sister Song, who we had once ascended to the realm of demigods and overpowered the five-star predators, would now spend a long time fighting with the driver of a three-wheeled electric vehicle over a dollar.

"What kind of devilish beginning is this? I would rather go through the end of the world and start with a dog again." Song Qiao sat behind a three-wheeled electric vehicle with an expressionless face and complained fiercely to the system.

[There is no way, your original owner in this plane is so poor. 】

The original owner Luo Yiyi came from a remote mountain village. Her family was very poor. Her mother died young and her father ran away due to gambling debts. She was raised by her grandparents. If the school that admitted her hadn't promised free tuition and accommodation fees, she wouldn't have come all the way to this big city.

Yes, big cities.

After getting off the tricycle, Song Qiao got on the bus again. There was still a week before school started, and she needed to make some living expenses during this week.

When he lowered his head, Song Qiao saw the black cloth shoes on his feet. If he walked a few more steps, his stubborn toes would be exposed. Unable to hold on any longer, Song Qiao began to complain crazily.

"The original owner's name is Luo Yiyi, why not Luo Tianyi? This is obviously a Mary Sue's world, why would I become a poor person in Mary Sue's world? Shouldn't I have colorful hair and pearly tears? Also Why doesn't this university called Ally Business School just change its name to Alliston Business School? Why does this prestigious aristocratic school admit me, a poor guy from a ravine? Is it to set off the nobility of the students there?"

"My identity is actually arranged to be the third villain of the vicious female supporting character. Not long after I debuted, I was cannon fodder for scheming to frame the heroine. Then why can't you give me a better background? The vicious female supporting character is so rich. Why would the lady accept a poor man as her follower???"

"Your system arrangements are unreasonable, I want to appeal!"

【turn down. 】

[And host, please remember that you are not an ordinary person, you are a woman who aspires to become a god. How can you be defeated by a mere lack of money! 】

"No money at all! I only have a hundred dollars left in my pocket! How about a hundred dollars in change! Do you want me to use a hundred dollars to move the world!" If the system was in front of Song Qiao, she would definitely beat it up pause!

As the bus was running, Song Qiao entered the city. As the most developed city in this plane, luxury cars and towering buildings can be seen everywhere. Here, the final love story between a man and a woman who chases me for love will take place. The drama of sleeping together.

However, it is not impossible to change.

In the world of Mary Sue, whoever is more Mary Sue, whoever is more liked by everyone, will become the ultimate son of the plane and get luck.

Song Qiao felt that it would not be a problem to conquer people in this world with his charm.

This idea was completely shattered after she saw her appearance through the glass door on the roadside.

"Is this ugly duckling inside me?" Song Qiao asked the system in disbelief.

[Probably so. 】The system is uncertain.

Her figure is reflected in the glass. She is not very tall, about 1.65 meters tall. She has two braids. She is wearing a gray coat and black ill-fitting trousers. On her feet is a pair of black cloth shoes, carrying a A rag bag.

Song Qiao turned around, walked to the car parked on the roadside, and looked at his face in the rearview mirror.

She is so thin that her cheeks are sunken, and her skin is yellow and black due to working all year round. Even if she is an immortal, she cannot see how good she is! ! !

Song Qiao rolled her eyes. She felt the malice again!

Must change! Even if you go to work as a jobber, you won't accept this honor!

Song Qiao asked around before finding the nearest wholesale market here. In order to save money, she walked there and spent a long time fighting in the stall-style wholesale market to change her outfit.

People with dark skin and thin bodies are not suitable for the white lotus route, and the skirt is PASS. As for the noble daughter of a wealthy family, don't even think about it, she will only become the laughing stock of Dong Shi's imitation.

So Song Qiao changed into high-waisted jeans and a short T-shirt, plus some small accessories, which was full of American style. She threw away the rag bag and bought a cheap and outdated backpack that matched her style.

"Oh, it's true that a person is judged by his clothes! Little girl, your appearance is really different!" the landlady praised.

Song Qiao looked at herself in the mirror and said, "Thank you, sister, can you give me a discount?"

"Oh, I gave you the purchase price! Seeing how sweet your mouth is, I will give you a pack of rubber bands to tie your hair!"

After coming out of the clothing store, Song Qiao went straight to the barber shop. For the simplest ten-yuan haircut, she only needed to cut her hair short and thin.

Maybe it was because she looked good, but the barber agreed to her request. After cutting her hair, Song Qiao braided one side of her hair in front of the mirror, and then tied up the rest. There was also a small braid on the left side. A few pendants fell.

The barber's eyes lit up, "Beauty, your style is great!"

"Not bad, you can try it for your guests in the future." After saying that, Song Qiao left gracefully.

After a round, she only had twenty yuan left in her pocket.

Five yuan for a meal was only enough for her to live for a day and a half, not to mention the accommodation.

Song Qiao's goal was very clear. She took the bus directly to the city center and found a high-end coffee shop. After entering, I asked the waiter to see the lobby manager.

Although Song Qiao still doesn't look very good-looking at this time (how can black and yellow be good-looking nonsense!), her facial features are still very beautiful, and with her good temperament, she doesn't appear to be looking down on others. .

The lobby manager came over quickly. She was a very elegant sister. Her age should be around 30 years old. "Hello, do you need anything?" She smiled like a spring breeze at Song Qiao.

Song Qiao also smiled the same way, "Can we talk alone, sister?"

It was said that they were talking alone, but the manager did not take Song Qiao to the room. She had been working in this kind of situation for many years, and she could tell the price of Song Qiao's clothes with just one glance. Of course, this did not mean that she looked down on Song Qiao, but just to prevent him. Otherwise, who knows what this girl wants to do.

If it weren't for the fact that the other person looked pretty good and had a good temperament, she would have called the security guard.

Song Qiao didn't say anything more. He took out the admission notice from Ailey Business School from his bag and handed it to the manager.

The beautiful manager took it suspiciously, opened it and took a look, "Congratulations, Ailey Business School is not easy to get into." The manager smiled faintly and looked at Song Qiao.

"This admission notice is not a fake. After all, no faker would use gold to forge the college's LOGO. I just came here to find a job. School starts in a week, and I need living expenses." Song Qiao was very magnanimous.