Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

"Ding dong."

"Ding dong."

The sound broke the silence in the stuffy room. The cool autumn wind blew in from the window, rolling up the gauze curtains.

The dim room suddenly became bright because of the fluttering curtains.

A petite figure was curled up on the sofa in the living room. Even though her small body was wrapped in a thin blanket, it was obvious that the woman on the bed was abnormally thin.

What was even more abnormal was that, unlike the cool autumn breeze, the thin woman's forehead was covered in sweat, and her lips were dry and peeling from not being moisturized by water for a long time.

The woman's face was calm, her sweat slowly evaporating, and in the quiet room, there was no sound of breathing.

"Ding dong."

"Ding dong."

After a burst of message alerts, there was a brief silence, followed by the rapid and annoying ringing of an incoming phone call. The woman on the bed seemed to be fast asleep and did not respond at all.

The phone that fell on the ground next to her was automatically hung up because no one answered the call. A second later, it rang again urgently.

When the call was about to be hung up again, the pale-skinned, skinny man reached down and picked up the phone. His knuckles moved weakly, and then there was a busy tone.

"Noisy..." to death.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound coming out of his voice sounded like it had been cut by a chainsaw, extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

"..."

[Host? Are you awake?] The electronic voice asked cautiously.

Hua Xia sat up from the sofa with difficulty. The movement made her muscles ache badly. At this moment, she only wanted to ask one question: "Who hit me?!"

But no one hit her.

【Host, the original owner died of illness.】

"......"

The sticky feeling of sweat soaking my body slowly came to my mind after the soreness. When I raised my hand, I felt the scorching heat on my forehead.

I lowered my eyebrows and looked over. There was not a drop of water in the transparent glass cup on the coffee table in front of me, and next to it was a cold medicine that I had just opened the package and taken.

How can a cold medicine be useful for such a serious cold? My whole body is burning with pain.

He died of illness. Preliminary judgment is that the original owner may not have many relatives or friends. Look, there is no one to take care of him when he is sick.

Hua Xia stood up slowly, planning to go to the bathroom to wash up first, and then go to the hospital on her own.

Before I took two steps out of the sofa, the phone I had just picked up made a shrill sound again.

"Yes, finished. No, finished."

Hua Xia sat back down, picked up her phone and scanned the screen, the words "Sister Shan" in the middle came into view.

"Hey, there are still people who care about me." The original owners of the previous worlds really had a hard time, and Hua Xia sighed with relief.

250 was about to say something, but then he saw that the host had already pressed the answer button.

Hua Xia: "Hello."

"Hello? What are you saying?!" A sharp female voice came from the receiver.

Hua Xia subconsciously put the phone away from her ear, and the voice continued: "An? Mu Yang! Have you become more capable? You didn't even answer my call?"

"Playing missing?"

"Do you know that the production team of "Survivor"......"

The sound was cut off, the phone screen went black, a rotating icon appeared, and after a while, the screen went completely black.

The phone automatically shuts down when the battery is low.

What survived? The production team?

Such familiar words, and the woman with the note "Sister Shan", from her tone, it's clear that she's not the original owner's sister...

Isn't this the entertainment industry?

The leading lady in the entertainment industry, sure.

250: [......Host, what are you laughing at? ]

Hua Xia charged her phone, took a shower, and put on an ankle-length dress that was barely acceptable to the eye. Her waist-length hair was loose. The woman in the mirror had skin that was almost as white as her real body, and her little face was so thin that her chin was pointed.

This charming face is very pleasing on the screen, but it might not be so easy to survive in the muddy entertainment industry.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa and put a cooling patch on her forehead. The burning sensation on her forehead was barely relieved a little.

When he turned on the phone, adding the time when the original owner fainted and the time when the phone was turned off, he saw text messages from the telecommunications company, showing a total of 32 missed calls.

Among them, 31 calls were from "Sister Shan", and one was from an eight-digit short number, which was obviously a scam call.

It seems that the original owner really has no one to contact.

He is probably a poor man.

The system in her mind was quiet, and Hua Xia was still a little uncomfortable with the silence of Er Baiwu.

"Silence is Cambridge tonight?"

250: [Host, it is now pm.]

"Oh, you're mute?"

250 was silent for a while and asked: [Host, will that Lord God...?...?]

It's been less than two hours since I arrived in this world, and the earth-shattering power that the Lord God sent to the host seems to have just happened. Looking at the Lord God's expression, Boss... you should be okay, right?

Although the host has successfully escaped, 250 is still a little worried. If they are discovered by the Lord God, it will be easy for the Lord God to find them.

"No." Hua Xia said casually, flipping through the text messages on her phone with her index finger.

250 I don’t know why I suddenly felt relieved, but the next moment I became curious about the host’s identity. The Lord God’s attitude is not the same as that towards just anyone.

I was curious, but I didn't have time to ask.

Hua Xia pointed to an unread text message from the missed number, which read: "Hello Ms. Mu, since no one answered your call, I'm sorry to inform you that the "Survival" program team has withdrawn the invitation for you to be a permanent guest this season by the current director. I'm sorry again and look forward to our next cooperation."

"what is this?"

250 immediately informed the host of the information just scanned: [In the future, there will be a very popular variety show. Because the show has a new director, the original owner was rejected by the current director.]

This is obviously a resource of the original owner. Probably both the original director and the original owner had an interest in it, but the new director didn't think highly of it, so there was this message of "looking forward to the next cooperation".

The original owner died of a high fever before he even knew he was rejected.

Thinking of this, the cooling patch on her forehead slowly lost its effect, and a burning sensation came over her. Hua Xia turned off her phone, found a coat and put it on her arm, preparing to go to the hospital first.

As soon as I got out of the elevator, 'Sister Shan' called again.

"Mu Yang, open the door, I'm downstairs in the community." A calm but angry voice.

"Ding." The elevator reached the first floor, and the female voice on the phone coincided with the words of the woman standing steadily at the door in real time.

Hua Xia raised her hand: "Hi."

Okay, now you don’t have to make the wrong decision.

"Hey, why aren't you answering the phone?"

"out of battery."

"You..." The woman's personality was obviously that of Reilly Fengxing. She narrowed her slender eyes and looked at Yanhua Xia from top to bottom. Even as an incompetent agent, she could see that something was wrong with her at a glance.