The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 156

Chapter 156: I’ll Support You By Handing Out Flyers 1

“Why did you take so long to answer? Luckily, I’m smart, I topped up your phone before calling.”

The phone screen lit up, the speakerphone activated, a clear female voice echoing from it.

The contact name was AAA – Screaming Chicken Wholesale – Song Yanshu.

“I transferred thirty big ones to you, so of course, I got through.” She seemed to be busy with something, the background noisy, with other voices mixed in.

A reply came from the cool-toned room, Tao Ning’s hand covering her eyes: “Thanks.”

Her voice was hoarse and slightly raspy from sleep, a hint of amusement in her tone.

The girl on the other end chuckled: “You’re welcome, what are friends for? You promised to come today, you didn’t forget, did you?”

Having just received a flood of memories and then falling asleep, Tao Ning didn’t know what she had promised, but it couldn’t be anything difficult, so she casually replied, “No.”

The other girl sounded even happier: “Great, I’ll be waiting for you, at the address we agreed on before… Forget it, in case you forgot again, I’ll send it to you.”

Then, before Tao Ning could refuse, she hung up.

“…”

Tao Ning removed her hand and got out of bed, her bare feet landing on the thick carpet, the soft fibers not giving her newly awakened soul a shock.

A buzzing sound.

Her phone, placed on the nightstand, lit up. It was from the screaming chicken wholesaler again. Tao Ning glanced at it, the phone unlocking with facial recognition, displaying a location.

She didn’t understand the first part, but she recognized the last part: Escape Room.

She looked around.

The room was decorated in shades of black, white, and gray.

The low ceiling felt oppressive, the overall atmosphere cold and impersonal, like a newly furnished showroom, but upon closer inspection, there were plenty of personal belongings, indicating it was a lived-in space.

Decorating style was a personal preference, but managing to create such a gloomy atmosphere was a skill in itself.

Tao Ning sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, then asked, “Zero, why aren’t you saying anything?”

Hearing this, 520 immediately responded: [You remember me?!]

Last night, after entering the small world and transferring the memories, the host had complained of a headache and fallen asleep, leaving the system anxiously monitoring her vital signs all night, worried she would ask “who are you?” upon waking up.

Tao Ning rubbed her head, puzzled: “Should I not remember you?”

If 520 had a head, it would be shaking it vigorously: [No, no, seeing you so quiet, I thought you had another memory glitch like last time.]

After all, it was a system, and in its understanding, a human’s mental problems were equivalent to a system malfunction.

One blow to the head, a massive memory wipe, starting with a sixteen-year-old host.

It didn’t want to experience that again.

Tao Ning paused, then stood up and walked towards the door: “Wasn’t it cured after returning to the original world? What’s there to be afraid of?”

520 didn’t dare mention the diagnosis that stated there was a possibility of recurrence after passing through the space-time tunnel. It was observing nervously when the host spoke, its worries finally easing.

520: [So you remember?]

Tao Ning, preparing to go out: “Yes.”

520 was excited, eager for gossip: [How much do you remember?]

Tao Ning thought for a moment: “Quite a bit.”

520: [Can you tell me? Give me a chance to understand you.]

Birds of a feather flock together. The 520 that was initially an honest system was now a master manipulator.

Tao Ning asked, “What do you want to know?”

Of course, it wanted to know how she became a blank slate, yet still managed to pass the entrance exam in three years. It seemed insignificant at first glance, but quite impressive upon closer inspection.

Someone who didn’t even recognize words, daring to take the exam, and actually passing.

520 was incredibly curious: [How did you lose your memory?]

Tao Ning thought, Of all the things to ask: “I forgot, I just forgot that part.”

[…] 520’s excitement shattered, lamenting, How could I forget the most important question?!

Tao Ning wasn’t lying. She remembered many things, her past life, her childhood, even the period after losing her memory and relearning everything in the original world.

But she couldn’t remember how she lost her memory, how she survived, or how she became like this, only that she had forgotten something important.

Like a puzzle with a missing piece, incomplete.

No one could help her, and Ye Ci, waving her hand dismissively, said there was a task only she could complete, giving her a crash course and having her take the entrance exam in a wheelchair.

Everyone in the examination hall was shocked, a mummy in a wheelchair, fresh from a healing chamber, taking the exam.

A certain white-haired friend, whose name couldn’t be revealed, said, “I could give you some special treatment, but not this time, you’ve lost your memories, I can’t send you into a small world, it’s too dangerous, just take the exam.”

Tao Ning, sitting in the wheelchair: “…”

The first attempt was a failure, she couldn’t even read.

The second attempt was also a failure, the examiners saying her answers were too unconventional, too dangerous.

The third attempt couldn’t be a failure, her mission had already been assigned, they had to send her in.

So Tao Ning gloriously joined the Department of Fate, barely passing the exam.

She suspected Ye Ci did this on purpose, she didn’t think this was her previous job, the points were too low.

But resistance was futile, and she was shoved into the Department of Fate, embarking on her unique mission of breaking up relationships.

Becoming a widow multiple times, accumulating a massive debt.

Tao Ning opened the door and stepped out, the atmosphere outside even worse than inside, oppressive and unsettling.

It was unclear how she lived. She was in the bedroom, her slippers in the living room, everything along the way knocked over, as if a drunk person had stumbled back to their room.

Leftover takeout containers littered the table, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows undrawn, the sky outside gray and gloomy.

Unable to find a place to sit, Tao Ning stepped around the clothes-strewn sofa and retrieved a new pair of shoes from the closet.

Giving up on cleaning, planning to call a cleaning service later, she leaned against the closet, looking around the living room.

A large, high-ceilinged apartment, not something ordinary people could afford.

The original host was also named Tao Ning, a wealthy second-generation rich kid, born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

Spoiled since birth, even the stars in the sky would be plucked for her if she asked.

In her memories, she had loving grandparents, both parents, never lacking affection or attention, her birthdays grand celebrations, a life of luxury.

When she started high school, her grandparents passed away one after another, and her seemingly loving parents suddenly divorced.

Only then did she learn that her parents’ marriage was a business arrangement, not based on love, a facade maintained for her grandparents’ sake.

Now that they were gone, her parents felt they had achieved their goals and it was time to separate.

Within a year of their divorce, both remarried and had new children.

This meant all the love she had received was fake, and she was left alone, crushed by the truth, lost and confused.

The original host, pampered since childhood, had a bit of a spoiled streak, but overall, she was a good student, well-mannered and polite, her occasional tantrums harmless.

Learning that her parents had new children, her world crumbled, and she had a mental breakdown, trying everything to get their attention, even the slightest bit of concern.

But it was all in vain, met not with love, but with cold, hard numbers in bank accounts, her parents no longer willing to provide for her, demanding she not disturb their new lives.

From high school to university, and even after graduation, her image in the city’s elite circles was no longer that of a piano-playing princess in a white dress, but a rebellious and spoiled brat.

No one remembered that she was once groomed to be an heiress, only her truancy, fighting, smoking, drinking, and tattoos, almost covering her face with them.

Tao Ning looked at the table, where a half-empty bottle of water and a scattered medicine kit lay.

She walked over, picking up the items one by one, placing them back in the kit, remembering how the original host had taken them out, her eyes wide, trying to read the labels in the dim moonlight.

It was the original host’s birthday two days ago, and her friend had organized a party, but she hadn’t received the message she was waiting for, drinking herself into a stupor.

Returning home drunk, feeling even worse because alcohol hadn’t numbed the pain, she searched for hangover medicine.

After a while, she found what she thought was the right medicine, took a pill, and swallowed it with water.

But she had mistaken it for cephalosporin, which had similar packaging to the hangover medicine.

After taking the pill, she stumbled back to her room, knocking things over, and collapsed on the bed, her phone on the nightstand.

The drug reacted with the alcohol, and she died in her sleep. Tao Ning woke up with a splitting headache, overwhelmed by the memories, and fell unconscious again, only to be awakened by the ringing of her phone.

She put everything back, noticing the hangover medicine at the bottom of the kit, then closed it and put it away.

Tao Ning asked, “Did the original host have any last wishes?”

520 quickly replied, reciting the original host’s last words: “Forget it.”

That was it.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Tao Ning went to answer it. A uniformed property manager stood outside, holding a paper bag.

Tao Ning smoothed her hair, wondering what he wanted: “Something I can help you with?”

The manager smiled, handing her the bag: “Miss Tao, your friend ordered you coffee, I’ve brought it up.”

Outside deliveries weren’t allowed in this complex, handled by the property management, which, of course, wasn’t cheap.

Tao Ning was puzzled: “For me?”

But she had just woken up, she hadn’t ordered any coffee.

The manager smiled: “Yes.”

Tao Ning glanced at the receipt on the bag, a note written on it: Friendship coffee from Song Yanshu.

So thoughtful, ordering coffee to prevent her from falling asleep again.

“…Thank you.” Tao Ning took the bag and closed the door.

Placing the coffee on the table, she took a bathrobe and went to shower, washing away the smell of alcohol, then dried her hair and entered the walk-in closet to choose an outfit.

The closet was quite large, with a sofa in the center and a full-length mirror.

Tao Ning glanced at her reflection as she passed by, then opened the closet.

Then she paused, something in her peripheral vision catching her attention.

The mirror, wide enough for two people, was spotless, and due to the angle, it reflected the figure standing by the closet.

Tao Ning was choosing clothes, and in the mirror, beside her, stood another figure, long-haired and slender, surrounded by a faint gray aura, staring at her.

She was certain there was no one there, she hadn’t seen anyone when she entered.

Looking down, a gray shadow appeared beside her feet.

Like a flowing dress.

The figure in the mirror seemed to notice her gaze and turned to look.

Tao Ning’s heart skipped a beat, a bad premonition rising.

As expected, 520’s voice, like a thousand screaming chickens being simultaneously crushed, echoed in her mind.

520, recognizing the gray figure, its greatest fear being horror movies, screamed, [Ahhh, a ghost!!! I forgot this is a low-level supernatural world!!! Why did I choose this world?!]

Tao Ning immediately blocked it, her mind regaining its peace.

The gray shadow bent down, its slender neck twisting at an impossible angle, its blood-red eyes staring at her from beneath its long hair.

A voice, like sandpaper scraping against a throat, said, “You can see me.”

Tao Ning, unfazed, took the clothes she wanted and left the closet.

As if she hadn’t seen the ghost at all.

The gray shadow remained there, its posture twisted and unnatural, staring at Tao Ning’s back.

The closet door slowly closed, shutting out the light.

This was a low-level supernatural world, which meant ghosts existed.

Tao Ning suddenly remembered that the original host had briefly possessed yin-yang eyes as a child, able to see things ordinary people couldn’t.

Back then, she didn’t understand and often said strange things, scaring everyone, countless visits to hospitals yielding no results, until her grandmother finally invited a specialist.

The specialist, his beard reaching his chest, had simply glanced at the original host, given her a glass of water, and she fell asleep. Upon waking up, she could no longer see those strange things and had a jade amulet around her neck.

But Tao Ning’s neck was bare, the amulet gone.

It had broken the night the original host got drunk and fell.

She had tripped on the carpet, the jade shattering on the floor, and she had planned to have it repaired and set in gold.

The closet door clicked shut.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

The gray shadow suddenly passed through the closet door, lunging at Tao Ning, a chilling coldness sweeping over her.

Any normal person would have run, fear, like love, a difficult emotion to conceal.

Tao Ning’s pupils constricted, and she almost stumbled backward.

This momentary lapse didn’t escape the ghost’s notice.

It smiled, a hoarse, chilling sound, its eyes glowing red: “You can see me! You can really see me!!”

It shrieked in Tao Ning’s ear like a vengeful spirit.

Tao Ning, holding her clothes, asked calmly, “So what if I can?”

This question stunned the gray shadow.