Jiang Xueqing grew up in an orphanage, and finally graduated from high school at the age of eighteen. She acquired an independent identity and the ability to support herself, but unfortunately encountered a series of rear-end collisions with large cars.
In this accident 14 people died, 26 people were seriously injured, and dozens of people were slightly injured. Unfortunately, Jiang Xueqing was one of the deaths.
She is really unlucky, and in this case, she seems to be really, really unlucky.
What will usher in death?
Maybe death is death. There is no underworld and no soul, but dissipated. After many years, you will not even exist in the memory of others.
Or maybe you will enter reincarnation when you die, and start a new life after drinking Mengpo soup, but that's not your own anymore, right?
But after Jiang Xueqing died, she came to a door. Behind the door was pitch black, and there was a memory in her head, saying that she was asked to save the blackened male protagonist, so that they would not destroy the small world.
Then what?
Jiang Xueqing was confused and said that she was saving the black male protagonist, but she was just an ordinary person like gravel among all living beings, how could she save them?
It only gave her the hero's name, and she didn't even know what would happen!
Jiang Xueqing was dumbfounded.
"System?"
"Lord God?"
"Anyone there?"
No one and no voice responded to her. It was empty here, with only a dark door.
Jiang Xueqing waited for a long time for a response, only to enter the dark door without any response.
As if for a moment of coma, and as if after a long time, Jiang Xueqing became Jiang Xueqing in another world.
The same appearance, the same name, but in this world, she is an ordinary high school student with parents. She is currently in the first semester of high school.
Jiang Xueqing has memories. The life of the first sixteen years was very ordinary. The family was well-off, and the parents were strict and gentle.
She quickly got used to this kind of life.
Excluding the memory of the body, there are only two names in her mind - Qiao Mingxi and Jin Huaiyuan.
Jiang Xueqing has to save the hero? But she doesn't even know what the male lead looks like! What can she do if she only knows the name?
In the end, Jiang Xueqing could only check it on the Internet. There are many men named Qiao Mingxi. The most famous of whom is the director of Qiao's Financial Company, and he is also a god-level trader.
Jin Huaiyuan is even more famous online. He owns 37 casinos under his name, and he controls almost the entire border of the casinos. He is also known as the gambling king.
Are they the two? But they have all reached the pinnacle of their lives. You can have whatever you want. Why do you want to destroy the world?
And even if she knew it was them, what could she do?
Jiang Xueqing decided to lie down.
Whether or not she can save the blackened men, she's the one who's made it all her life, and it's OK if the world dies right away.
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The study in the second year of high school is very compact. Although Jiang Xueqing has gone through the college entrance examination, her world is inevitably different from this world. Faced with different knowledge, she can only work hard to absorb.
Her current goal is to study hard and strive to be admitted to a better university.
It's been almost two months since she came to this world, and her grades have stabilized to the top five in the class, and will rise to the top three from time to time.
"Strange...Why is my underwear missing? Could it be blown away by the wind?"
This was the first time that Jiang Xueqing didn't care, only thinking that her underwear was blown away by the wind, but soon, her underwear disappeared again.
"It's already number three! Should I close the window next time I dry my clothes? Is there such a strong wind on the fifth floor?!" Jiang Xueqing looked downstairs angrily.
In addition to the missing underwear, Jiang Xueqing also felt a little sore in her body.
When I woke up recently, my legs became sore, as if I was fighting with someone at night. There were no traces of bruising on my body. Could it be that I was pressed by a ghost?