[Comprehensive] Protagonist Survival Plan

Pushed down inexplicably, Xue Shurong fell badly, lying on the ground slowly before being helped up by the people around him.

The manager of the supermarket was very responsible and repeatedly took her to the hospital for examination.Xue Shurong declined for a long time, and finally returned home with a large bag of discounted food, and at the same time, the system beeped.

[Supermarket part-time jobs open. 】

Well, it can be considered a windfall.

Xue Shurong took out the quick-frozen Longli fish, supported his sore waist with one hand, and began to prepare the ingredients for boiling the fish.

"Chili...chili...lots of chili..."

She muttered, washed the bright red peppers and put them on the chopping board.

A few days ago, I bought a few bottles of Laoganma, toilet water, hot pot base and other essentials from Amazon, which are enough for her to survive this year.Although supermarkets are rich in ingredients, there are still some essential items that can only be purchased online.

Xue Shurong was not used to any salad dressing or mustard.

For the dipping sauce, she only recognizes the old godmother!

"Salt……"

Xue Shurong scraped vigorously with a spoon, but there was only a pitiful half spoonful in the seasoning box. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly hugged her head and wailed: "I forgot to buy salt!"

No salt means that the fish has no taste, no taste means that today's meal is completely ruined, and this meal means that the morning's fall is completely wasted, and she also spent dozens of dollars to buy an expensive fish.

If God wants to destroy man, he must first make him mad.

Obviously, Xue Shurong, who has hot oil but no salt, is on the verge of going berserk.

The nearest convenience store was next to a gas station a kilometer away, so it was too late.

She suddenly missed the existence of the commissary.

"...Okay, okay, I'll borrow some salt."

One of the things that Xue Shurong, who has social phobia, hates most in her life is talking to people other than family and friends, even if she has been in contact with Hannibal several times.

She walked to the door and was hesitating how to speak when the door suddenly opened.

"..."

The man standing at the door was Bill who had talked to him when he was pruning the bushes that day.

His expression was very relaxed, and when he saw Xue Shurong, he smiled generously for the first time.

"good afternoon."

"Uh, good afternoon."

It was already off work at this point, and if nothing else happened, Bill came to look for Dr. Hannibal alone again.

—Maybe I’m more anxious recently.

"Miss, have you ever seen the moment when a butterfly emerges from its cocoon?"

"...What?" Xue Shurong was a little confused by his nonsensical words.

"It's the newborn hope," Bill shook his head. "It's a pity you haven't seen it."

"If I have the chance, I will definitely not miss it," she replied.

"Bill."

Behind him stood Hannibal in the shadows, unable to see his appearance clearly, but at this moment his normally slow voice had an irresistible sense of authority, like a puppeteer manipulating all puppets.And Bill is one of the insignificant dolls in his hands, life and death are only a thin thread.

Xue Shurong was stunned by the sudden thought that popped into his head, and then he couldn't help laughing.

As a psychiatrist, isn't it manipulating the minds of patients?Correcting according to what he thinks is the correct way to cure their mental illness is a great responsibility.

Bill seemed to obey God's will, and after saying goodbye to Hannibal with a humble expression, he gradually disappeared from sight.

"Miss Misha?"

Hannibal's gentle, violin-like voice sounded.

Xue Shurong came back to his senses: "Oh, by the way, do you have any salt?"

……

Xue Shurong, who got a box of salt, successfully finished the boiled fish. The hot oil made the chili sizzling, and the tempting aroma hit his nose.

【Cooking +1】

Xue Shurong laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed.

She divided half and served it well, and knocked on Hannibal's door again while the taste was delicious.

"Sorry to bother you again. This is the boiled fish I just made. I want you to try it too. I wonder if you can eat spicy food?"

Hannibal's brown eyes were fixed on the fish in her hand.

"Thank you." He reached out and took it.

"Misha."

She turned around, a little surprised that Hannibal called her by her name directly, instead of the usual very polite address: "What's the matter?"

"Your name sounds nice, did you choose it yourself?"

Xue Shurong looked at him suspiciously and smiled: "Yes. Thank you for your compliment."

……

Xue Shurong went to a nearby church this week, and the clergy there had a good attitude and had a good communication with her.

The system notification sounded again.

【Church work started】

[Faith +3, Morality +1, Conversation +1]

Now there are three part-time jobs. In order to increase attributes, Xue Shurong decided to add church part-time jobs.At the same time, the fighting class, piano class, chess class, and Latin dance class chosen by Jarvis for her have all started teaching.

She was very busy, spinning in various places like a top.But a fulfilling life also has fulfilling fun, and the biggest benefit is that ghosts have never appeared in Xue Shurong's life since then.

Coca Cola.

No, congratulations.

This weekend, Xue Shurong continued to do housework.She washed the sheets and hung them on the line outside. The sea-blue sheets fluttered gently in the wind, like the waves of the sea.Under the bright sunshine, the scenery in front of you is rendered with the beauty of summer.

"This lady."

The blurred focus gradually focused, and in the turbulent blue ocean, a somewhat familiar shy face smiled at her.

"Bill?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, do you know when Dr. Hannibal will be back?"

"Sorry, I'm not sure."

"It seems that I can only continue to wait, thank you. By the way, your name is—"

"Misha."

"Miss Misha, you seem to like to take care of family affairs by yourself."

Xue Shurong smiled and picked up the basin: "This is very good for me."

Bill stared at her slender figure and delicate ivory-white skin, and muttered to himself, "It's really good..."

"What did you say?"

"No, nothing."

Xue Shurong didn't ask any more questions. She always felt that Bill was a bit weird today. She attributed everything to the other party's illness, which made people feel strange.

It was impolite to just stop Bill outside, but she didn't mean to let him in.

One is that she doesn't understand, it would be bad if Bill suddenly had a manic attack; the other is that she is very strict about her private territory. In a sense, she is unwilling to talk to others because she doesn't want to share more self is exposed to others.

Xue Shurong said goodbye to Bill and took back all the remaining utensils.

She took a few steps, and suddenly, an inexplicable tremor rose from her back, and she almost subconsciously threw something and fell to the ground.

"Tom—"

Hearing a slight muffled sound behind him, Xue Shurong didn't have time to think, and quickly rushed to the back of the clothesline.The rippling sheets obscured the view.

"Tom—"

A scorching air flow passed by her ears, and her back suddenly burst into sweat.

It's Bill!

He was holding a gun!

"Bill! What are you doing!"

Damn, I didn't take my mobile phone when I came out, and it was too late to call the emergency number when I entered the house.

Xue Shurong was afraid that calling for help too loudly would irritate Bill and cause him to act more irrationally.She held her breath and tried to leave the dangerous place step by step.

……wrong.

Behind!

These days, the free combat training has improved, and in an instant, what comes to mind is the cold guidance of the coach: "When someone attacks from behind, what should you do?"

What she has to do is-

Turn around, raise your elbow, and throw it!

Bill was caught off guard by a heavy blow, and he staggered back a step. He was about to load his gun and shoot, but Xue Shurong's shot that cut off his son and grandson's leg instantly knocked him out of his wits, and he fell limply to the ground.

Xue Shurong clapped his hands and grabbed the gun. Sure enough, there was a silencer on the muzzle of the gun.

"Sorry," she raised her eyebrows, "You pinched the wrong persimmon."

Bill, who was lying on the ground, moved his hand, and calmly pulled out a sharp switchblade.

He took a low breath.