If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

"You..." Before Song Chuyi even had time to ask anything, Ning Xiuping's hand had already dropped down.

He completely lost the breath of life.

His body died.

but……

Invisible wind surged in the room, and electric current stirred Song Chuyi's body layer by layer.

Song Chuyi didn't even have time to call Xiao Tong, his pupils were dilated and he quickly lost consciousness.

A white light suddenly appeared. Although the dormant Xiaotong had not yet woken up, the core code belonging to the system was running crazily.

The system program without self-awareness only knows how to do things according to the established procedures, so it activates defensive measures the moment it detects the intrusion of a strange consciousness.

Two forces were fighting in Song Chuyi's sea of ​​consciousness.

The prescribed program system started the transmission at the moment Song Chuyi lost consciousness.

Then the sky and the earth changed color, thunder struck, there was a boom, and heavy rain poured down.

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Song Chuyi was still a little confused when he regained consciousness.

He looked down at himself. He was slender and his skin was horribly pale.

This is not his body.

He should have arrived in a new world.

The heavy feeling in his heart made him cough involuntarily.

[Xiao Tong, I love drinking coffee. 】

He tried to wake up the dormant Xiao Tong, but Xiao Tong, who was supposed to wake up, showed no response at this time.

Song Chuyi frowned slightly.

It seemed that the current of consciousness that Ning Xiuping finally invaded caused some damage to Xiao Tong.

Maybe Xiao Tong exhausted his energy to protect him, so he still can't wake up now.

He could feel that Xiao Tong existed in his sea of ​​consciousness, but he was still in a dormant state.

As for Ning Xiuping's current of consciousness... he didn't feel it.

Song Chu couldn't help but cough slightly as he thought about it.

Without Xiao Tong, he would not be able to receive the story background of this world. As for the memory of the original body, he knew nothing about it.

The most important thing now is to figure out his own identity and the identity of the villain.

Song Chuyi was about to get up and go to the bathroom mirror to see what he looked like now. As soon as he exerted force, he realized something was wrong.

His legs gave out the strength.

He frowned slightly, so he was disabled in both legs in this life?

No, that's not right.

Song Chuyi bent down and pinched his calf. He felt it was conscious. It was not a disability, but simply a lack of strength.

Song Chuyi:...

Is this body so weak that it can't even stand up?

He sighed helplessly and finally stood up and sat in the wheelchair next to him.

After controlling the wheelchair and entering the bathroom, Song Chuyi saw clearly what his current body looked like.

He looks 70% similar to his original self. There is a small red mole on the tip of his nose. It is not very obvious when he is not smiling, but it is dazzling when he smiles.

Song Chuyi yawned lazily. It wasn't that he was sleepy, it was mainly because his body was too weak!

He felt that he had endless energy in his heart, but his weak body was like paper, and would fall over if the wind blew.

Fortunately, the original family seems to be in a good situation. He lives in a small detached villa and should not be short of money.

Song Chu breathed a small sigh of relief. If he had to drag such a weak body to make money, he would fall to the ground in a matter of minutes.

Song Chuyi washed his face to wake himself up, then returned to the bedroom and looked for his original identity information.

Unfortunately, there isn't much information. I don't know why there isn't much information about the original person in this room.

This feeling is as if the original person does not seem to live here.

Song Chu was puzzled for a moment and then stopped thinking.

The mobile phone placed on the table vibrated. He picked it up and saw that it was a group message called [Starlight Union].

When Song Chu opened his eyes, he saw that someone was following him.

[@初一 First grade of junior high school, are you gearing up today? 】

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

It's not what he thinks, is it?

He is a young master, but he still has to sing in parallel?

After hesitating for a moment, he replied with the word "yes".

He wanted to see what was going on!

Someone in the group quickly replied to him, [I will arrange for you from 6 to 8 pm in the evening. 】

Song Chu said "thank you" and flipped through the chat history.

After reading all the chat records, Song Chuyi became more confused.

The original person does have to schedule singing every day, and the time is not short every day, at least eight hours.

Judging from the time, the original person joined this "Starlight Union" half a year ago. In the past six months, he has only earned 20,000 yuan, an average of more than 3,000 yuan per month.

This more than three thousand yuan is not enough to buy the quilt cover on the bed. I work eight hours a day just for these three thousand yuan?

This feeling of contradiction made Song Chuyi couldn't help but touch his chin.

"interesting."

He checked his phone again. Apart from WeChat, there was only one APP called YinDou.

It seems that this is where the original person works.

Moreover, both WeChat and TikTok only have the "Starlight Union" group, and there are no other contacts other than that.

It seems that he is still a homebody.

Song Chuyi coughed twice more, put down his phone, and prepared to find something to eat.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw some food placed outside.

Song Chuyi raised his eyebrows slightly, picked up the food, returned to the room and ate slowly.

After eating, he put the empty plate on the shelf by the door and then closed the door.

There were footsteps outside the door soon, probably a servant taking away the empty plate.

He is indeed a pampered young master.

Song Chuyi sighed and stretched.

At dusk, the fiery afterglow poured into the room, and the rich orange color made the red mole on the tip of Song Chuyi's nose even more attractive.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the room.

"Come in." Song Chuyi sat in front of the desk with a soft voice.

The door opened from the outside, and a tall man wearing a black suit and sunglasses walked in.

Song Chuyi turned his head and looked, a smile rising from the depths of his eyes.

Oops, the villain himself has arrived.

He looked the man up and down and hummed softly.

"Why did you come now?"

The man paused, as if he couldn't believe that the boy dared to talk to him like this today.

After a second's pause, the corner of his mouth curled up, with a bit of evil look on his face.

"how?"

Song Chuyi raised his head slightly, his swan-like neck was fragile and pitiful, as if it could be broken with a gentle pinch.

"where have you been?"

"Don't you know that as my bodyguard you have to be by my side at all times?"

Dressed in black and wearing sunglasses, he is either a killer or a bodyguard!

Such a stereotype! Song Chuyi thought quite confidently.

"Bodyguard?" The man chewed on these two words and laughed loudly, "Sorry, young master, I have to go out to do something."

He walked up to Song Chuyi and squatted down.

He was obviously shorter than Song Chuyi when he crouched down, but his overwhelming momentum left no one doubting that he was the one taking the lead.