The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 188

Chapter 188: There’s a Fox Here (Entertainment Circle) 1

After the rain, the earth was moist, the world drenched.

The forest smelled of damp earth, a drop of water falling from a leaf onto a mushroom cap.

A rabbit, finally emerging from its burrow, twitched its nose and hopped out, seeking food.

Its gray fur damp, it hopped through the forest, its stored food almost gone after days of rain and thunderstorms.

The forgetful rabbit, searching for food, unknowingly arrived at the base of a lightning-struck tree, a faint rustling coming from a pile of dry grass.

The rabbit, its ears twitching, didn’t even look, hopping several meters away.

A large white fox with matted fur and a drooping tail emerged from the grass, its slender body and agile limbs much larger than an ordinary dog, almost unnaturally so.

Despite its disheveled appearance, its ears were perked up, its reddish eyes intelligent.

And its tail was unusually clean, fluffy and white, as if newly grown, not a speck of dust on it.

Its eyes scanned the surroundings, the dense forest showing no signs of human activity, only the charred tree behind it.

After a moment, the large, fox spoke in a human voice: “Where did you send me this time?”

520 checked the map: [Guangyi Mountain, a popular hiking destination, but too remote for other activities, with wild animals roaming freely.]

Tao Ning, the suspected wild animal: “…”

She looked down at her paws, extending her sharp claws and scratching a nearby rock, leaving deep marks.

Her claws were as sharp as blades, effortlessly cutting through the stone.

If someone stumbled upon this and filmed it, it would be perfect for a “mysteries of the forest” documentary.

Seeing the deep scratches, 520 was certain that if it appeared before the host, it would be treated like a scratching post.

Its jelly-like form would be shredded, its 1s and 0s scattered everywhere.

Tao Ning: “This isn’t an ordinary fox, it’s a fox spirit.”

She clumsily walked towards the pile of grass, digging with her paws, uncovering a few charred tails.

Tao Ning: “A four-tailed fox, its tribulation failed when it was about to grow its fifth tail.”

Not counting the tail behind her, which she had grown herself, no wonder her tailbone had been itching and aching earlier.

Focusing on her tailbone, she willed it to grow.

With a flick, nine tails emerged, swaying gracefully.

One of the snow-white tails accidentally brushed against a nearby branch, snapping it in half.

520, mesmerized by the fluffy tails, its eyes sparkling: [Nine tails! As expected of you!] Old fox!

Tao Ning said softly, “Want to touch them?”

520, its mind filled with the fluffy white tails, its rationality gone: [Yes, yes, can I?]

Tao Ning’s tone was firm: “No.”

Having inhabited countless bodies during her long mission career, she quickly adapted to her new form, retracting the extra tails, leaving only one.

Her soul always influenced the body she inhabited, but she hadn’t expected such a drastic change, growing nine tails.

520, watching the tails disappear: […] Poof, happiness gone.

Three days later, Tao Ning, carrying some local fruits given by the innkeeper, boarded a bus to the train station.

After waking up that day, she had learned to walk on all fours and found the original host’s hiking gear.

She had gone up the mountain as a hiker, preparing for her tribulation, to grow her fifth tail.

If she failed, her human identity would be declared dead, a tragic accident. If she succeeded, she would return to human society.

Changing back into her human form, Tao Ning descended the mountain, walking for two days and a night, finding a small inn and checking in.

The innkeeper was a kind, elderly woman whose children all worked in the city, so she had turned her house into an inn.

She said this area was a nature reserve, with occasional visitors, but not many, only three buses a day.

She had been about to report Tao Ning missing, relieved to see her return, having kept her luggage safe.

The next morning, Tao Ning, well-rested, bought a train ticket, returning to the city.

The bustling train station was a stark contrast to the quiet mountain, and Tao Ning sat down to rest, sorting through the original host’s memories.

A four-tailed fox spirit, the original host had spent three hundred years cultivating in the mountains, only venturing out for a little over a hundred.

She had adapted to human society, following its rules, changing her identity every few decades. This time, she had also chosen the name Tao Ning, coincidentally becoming a screenwriter.

A successful screenwriter, young and award-winning.

Having read extensively during her seclusion, she wasn’t illiterate, and when changing her identity this time, she had a sudden idea—why not become a screenwriter?

And she had succeeded, becoming an influential figure in the industry.

“Screenwriter,” Tao Ning muttered, rubbing her forehead.

520 said confidently, [This is the most suitable body I could find.]

A deceased fox spirit – a literal fox.

A renowned screenwriter – someone who could spin tales.

Of course, 520 wouldn’t dare say this out loud, it didn’t want to be a scratching post.

The identities were randomly assigned, and 520 could only choose the most suitable one, after obtaining the original host’s consent.

In return, the host would fulfill the original host’s last wish.

Before going up the mountain, the original host, knowing she had neglected her cultivation, indulging in the human world, and that her tribulation might be fatal, had deleted all her unfinished work and released all her completed projects.

As a human, she had no regrets.

And to ensure her name wouldn’t be forgotten, she had announced in an interview that she was working on a new project, a completely new genre, a passion project.

And that open auditions would be held soon, personally choosing the actors, stay tuned.

This interview had piqued the audience’s curiosity.

The original host believed that what couldn’t be obtained was the most desirable.

If she died, people would discuss her unfinished work, wondering about its genre, and actors would lament the loss of a great opportunity.

Her final work would be curiosity itself.

When asked by 520, she had said, “My last wish is, don’t ruin my reputation, or I’ll haunt you even in death.”

These were her exact words, recited by 520.

So now, Tao Ning had to continue her life, completing the mission while also producing a script worthy of her reputation.

It had been raining non-stop in City C.

Tao Ning’s plane landed at C City Airport just as the rain stopped, people closing their umbrellas.

A pre-booked car was waiting outside, taking her home.

After hours of travel, Tao Ning, dragging her suitcase, returned to her apartment.

Nothing was more tiring than traveling, even if you just sat there, even a nine-tailed fox spirit agreed.

Lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, Tao Ning thought it would have been faster to fly on her sword.

This distance, she could reach her rooftop in ten minutes, not seven hours of buses, trains, and planes.

After resting for a while, she got up to pour herself a glass of water, and her phone, charging on the side, rang.

She glanced at it, the caller ID: Zhang Ke – Assistant.

The original host was a screenwriter for Qingying Entertainment, and after her first successful script, she signed a contract with them, not wanting to work independently anymore.

Qingying Entertainment, to show their sincerity, offered her favorable terms and creative control, and she agreed.

Zhang Ke was her assigned assistant, responsible for her daily life, and since the day the original host mentioned going hiking, she had been missing for days. Today, Zhang Ke finally couldn’t hold back and called again.

Fortunately, the call went through this time.

Tao Ning answered, a young woman’s anxious voice: “Oh my god, Tao Zong, you finally answered!”

Zhang Ke was tactful and had a good relationship with the original host, “Tao Zong” just a playful nickname.

Tao Ning took a sip of water, her voice gentle: “You flatter me, I just got home.”

Zhang Ke, hearing this, knew Tao Ning was fine: “Just got home? It’s getting late, do you want me to send you some food?”

Not just the public, but also the company was curious about her next script, and Zhang Ke had been repeatedly instructed to take good care of her.

During Tao Ning’s disappearance, Zhang Ke hadn’t dared to call every day, but she had been worried, she didn’t know the sharp-tongued, introverted screenwriter had a hobby of hiking through mountains.

Tao Ning knew what she was thinking: “No need, I’ve already ordered food, it’ll be here soon, and I’ll be at the office tomorrow.”

Zhang Ke, relieved, chuckled: “You know me so well.”

After a brief chat, Tao Ning was about to hang up and rest,

When Zhang Ke suddenly remembered something: “Wait, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Tao Ning: “What?”

Zhang Ke, her voice lowered conspiratorially: “Remember that actress you mentioned, Yu Shuangjiang? She was in a car accident and is currently hospitalized… and I heard she’s still…” unconscious.

Before she could finish, she heard Tao Ning cough, then ask anxiously, “What’s the date today?”

Zhang Ke, puzzled, glanced at the date on her computer: “April 11th, why?”

“Why so early?” Tao Ning muttered, then said, “My food’s here, I’ll talk to you later, bye.”

With that, she hung up.

Zhang Ke, unable to finish her gossip, looked at her phone, puzzled: “Why so urgent? Didn’t she dislike Yu Shuangjiang?”

A colleague leaned closer, curious: “Jie, who dislikes whom?”

Tao Ning had publicly criticized Yu Shuangjiang, calling her a flower vase, unsuitable for her scripts.

But Zhang Ke pushed her colleague away, waving her hand: “No one, Tao Zong is back, I’m also going home, see you tomorrow.”

Her colleague, unfazed: “So your wandering screenwriter has finally returned, congratulations.”

Tao Ning put down her glass of water and changed into more comfortable clothes, her movements quick and efficient.

As she moved, she asked 520, “April 11th? Wasn’t the plot supposed to start on the 13th?”

520, also puzzled, checked the data: [That’s what I have, perhaps there’s a discrepancy.]

The timeline clearly stated: “April 13th, Yu Shuangjiang, the female protagonist, is involved in a car accident, her soul transferred to a cat, which is picked up by the male protagonist’s younger sister.”

The cat’s appearance was described in detail, but not the location where it was found.

Tao Ning, not dwelling on it, grabbed her car keys and umbrella and left.

Clearly, this woman, having just returned from the mountains, only having time for a quick shower, was going out in the rain to find a cat.

As she waited for the elevator, her reflection visible in the metallic doors, she said, “I understand now, April 11th is the day of the accident, and the 13th is when she’s found, so she wandered for two days.”

There was no other explanation, and 520 agreed: [That makes sense.]

As dusk settled and the streetlights came on, a small figure darted across the street, through the rain, disappearing into the shadows.

Yu Shuangjiang didn’t understand, she had been on her way home when she was hit by a car, a sharp pain in her head, then darkness, and when she woke up, she found herself in a smelly, cramped space.

The sound of raindrops was amplified by her now sensitive hearing, and as she wondered where the ambulance had taken her, she finally realized something was wrong.

A pair of giant shoes appeared, someone dropping something near her hiding place before walking away, muttering,

“I’m just taking out the trash, I’ll be right back, you guys go ahead, I’ll have three drinks as a penalty, okay?”

Yu Shuangjiang huddled there, avoiding the rain, the shoes clearly belonging to a human.

Did I transmigrate to a land of giants?

No, giants didn’t speak Mandarin, had she shrunk?

But transmigration was unscientific.

Looking down, she saw paws.

Trying to stand up, she realized she had not just one pair of paws, but two!

She instinctively screamed, but only a soft meow escaped her throat.

“Meow?”

Hearing her own voice, Yu Shuangjiang froze, then let out a mournful wail: “Meow!!!”

I’ve turned into a cat!!!

Calm down, it could be a dream, just check again.

Paws, paw pads, small but definitely a cat!

Unable to bear the stench of the garbage bin, Yu Shuangjiang, who loved cleanliness and beauty, crawled out, although it offered shelter from the rain.

She had to find a way back to her human body, despite her occasional complaints about wanting to be a carefree cat, it wasn’t her true wish.

She had her career, her life, she couldn’t just become a cat.

Struggling to control her four paws, she meowed and muttered softly, unsure how to return to her familiar world.

After all, she was now a small cat, unable to even reach a human’s knee.