Quick Wear: She Whose Negative System Is Broken

『Overall score: A』

"To be honest, the upper limit of this mission is just around the corner. There isn't much room for freedom. What's missing that's not S-level or A+?" Yu Tang wondered.

The system silently released an S-level file for a similar task. When Yu Tang saw the words "family happiness" on the file, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Well, she really couldn't do it.

"Give me some difficult tasks. This world doesn't seem to have any challenges at all."

"Someone has to do the mission. For a newcomer like you who hasn't experienced many worlds, it's best to do this kind of mission to sharpen your mentality."

"The mission is not selected by the system. I advise the host to seek truth from facts, be down-to-earth, and take it step by step."

"Growing too fast can easily lead to premature death."

"I understand. I'll just follow your instructions."

Yu Tang was helpless. He always complained that the system didn't talk enough before, and would only reply to one sentence at a time. But now it talks too much and it's annoying.

She let out a long sigh and said, "Let's go to the next world."

"Ouch."

As soon as I woke up, I felt a sore neck. When I opened my eyes, I saw a thick pile of books in front of me, blocking all my vision.

His hand was also numb from being pressed, and Yu Tang climbed up with a grimace, shaking his arm as the blood circulation was blocked.

Looking around, it seems to be a library.

There were papers, pens and open books on the desks around, and it looked like someone was sitting there.

"System, data."

The original owner was Yan Xiaoning, a 34-year-old housewife.

Yan Xiaoning was born in an ordinary family in City A. When he was a child, his family was very poor.

My parents have worked hard for half their lives and saved some money. We are not rich now, but we are a well-off family.

Maybe it was because of the previous economic concept that the parents were reluctant to spend money, let alone spend money on Yan Xiaoning.

The two sets of school uniforms issued by the school were what Yan Xiaoning wore most often throughout the year in junior high and high school.

She will always remember that her mother bought her a black and pink coat when she was in high school.

There was a strong pungent smell on the coat, and her deskmates and the desks in front and behind her couldn't help but pinch their noses.

That day, she was shivering with cold and didn't put on her coat again.

Ever since she grew up to the age where she could compare herself with others, she developed an inferiority complex that she could not help but feel.

My cheerful personality as a child has gradually become introverted. I dare not communicate with others, dare not refuse other people's requests, do not know how to defend my rights, and am always submissive.

Things got better after I went to college.

The university environment was relatively free, so she found a part-time job as a waitress and saved some pocket money.

With the occasional living allowance from my parents, at least I don’t have to worry about daily expenses.

Except when she was in a small classroom and sitting alone at a table, and except when she was doing group homework or working in a free team and couldn't find her companions, she was very comfortable most of the time.

But this freedom only lasted for a period of time at the beginning. The dormitory where she stayed the longest became a place of torture because of two troublesome roommates.

If it was just asking her to run errands it wouldn't be a big deal, but in the dormitory, the two roommates never treated her as if she didn't exist.

When you need help, ask her for help. When you don’t, don’t say a word.

Yan Xiaoning lived like a ghost. She originally had a roommate who had a good personality and was very kind to her, but he moved out and rented a house on his own in his sophomore year.

Yan Xiaoning also has a boyfriend named Qiu Yu.

I met him in the club, and he has a very bad personality.

Her facial features are actually quite good, but perhaps due to long-term irregular work and rest habits, coupled with smoking and drinking, she has many black and purple pimples on her face.

He is a slick, irritable, and moody person.

He couldn't reach normal girls, so he could only stick with Yan Xiaoning, who was used to swallowing her anger.

Yan Xiaoning didn't like him at first, but it was the first time in her life that someone confessed to her, and she didn't dare and was reluctant to refuse.

After they confirmed their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, Qiu Yu rarely paid when they went out to eat. Yan Xiaoning paid instead, and he never asked for repayment.

On weekdays, Yan Xiaoning also has to wash clothes and quilts. The school has a public washing machine for washing clothes. You can wash clothes once by swiping your meal card for three yuan.

He was too lazy to do such a simple thing as throwing the clothes in, washing them and hanging them up.

Yan Xiaoning had to deliver breakfast to the downstairs of his dormitory, and sometimes he would also help his roommates buy breakfast.

There is no doubt that neither he nor his roommate will pay back the money.

Fortunately, the two of them were not studying the same major, and their class times were staggered, which gave Yan Xiaoning a lot of time to catch his breath.

Just after graduating from college, she was found to be three months pregnant.

While scolding her for being troublesome, Qiu Yu asked for leave and took her back to his hometown.

After meeting each other's parents, Yan Xiaoning and Qiu Yu had a hasty wedding and rented a house in City A.

Living together day and night after marriage was a disaster for Yan Xiaoning.

She couldn't find a proper job while she was pregnant, so she could only do some small handicrafts at home.

Working from morning to night, I only make fifty or sixty yuan a day, and all this money is used to maintain daily living expenses.

Qiu Yu never handed over his salary, nor did he ever give money to his family. Even Yan Xiaoning didn't know how much he earned in a month.

My husband's family lives in another city, and my younger brother, Qiu Tian, ​​is more favored at home. He is in high school and busy with his studies. It is impossible for my mother-in-law to leave her beloved younger son behind to help.

Yan Xiaoning also has a younger brother named Yan Mingxuan, who is younger and is still in the first grade of junior high school.

Yan's mother is busy with work and can't take care of her, even if Yan Xiaoning can't help but speak up and complain about her grievances.

Yan's mother would only tell her the same old things: "It's always like this" and "Just bear with it."

Life became more difficult after the birth of her son Qiu Chen, and Yan Xiaoning had a difficult time giving birth.

When I wake up, I have to take care of the children and cook for myself. With children, I have much less time to do handicrafts.

She could only ask Qiu Yu for money cautiously.

Qiu Yu scolded her for a long time before giving her 500 yuan a month.

What can five hundred yuan do? Qiu Yu doesn't go home for dinner most of the time in a month, and Yan Xiaoning often makes do with white rice and diced radish to save money.

Before she was thirty years old, she had become the yellow-faced woman that Qiu Yu despised.

It's not that she doesn't know that Qiu Yu is fooling around outside, but as long as he doesn't bring it in front of her, she can pretend not to know.

What’s even worse is that this is her own flesh and blood, her own son whom she had raised with great effort for more than ten years.

He always treated her coldly, disdaining her for not being presentable and bringing shame to him, and even when his classmates came to his house, he said she was just a nanny.

When Qiu Chen graduated from junior high school, Qiu Yu brought back a beautifully dressed woman from outside.

Qiu Chen seemed to have known her for a long time. He greeted her warmly and called her "Mom" in a familiar manner.

Only then did Yan Xiaoning realize that during the three years of junior high school, her son had never allowed her to attend parent-teacher meetings, and had always let this woman go.

His classmates and teachers all thought that was his biological mother.

Yan Xiaoning's heart was broken. She felt like a duckweed floating on the water, without roots and not knowing where her future lay.

In despair, she did something stupid and gave up her life.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong and why they treated her like this.

But when she felt dizzy from the smoke, she regretted it and wanted to struggle again.

She struggled to crawl to the door and tried to open it, but she heard the door lock click.

The door was locked from the outside.