She dominates the entertainment industry with her disaster system

Chapter 485 Plane Crash

"Thank you for the recognition from the organizing committee. I would like to pay tribute to the actresses and directors in this hall first. I would like to dedicate this trophy to my muse Nicole, for whom this script was born, to those women who feel trapped in the swamp and loneliness of life, to those who exist too much and those who do not exist enough, to those who succeed, those who fail, those who are young, those who are mature, to those who want to do what I am doing, and finally to those who are hurt and liberate themselves through speaking out..."

Greta Mirren on TV was holding the glittering golden trophy and giving her acceptance speech excitedly but calmly.

Su Lingxi looked at her for a long time with an appreciative smile before moving his gaze to the face of the black-haired woman on the right side of the camera. At that time, she was surprised and delighted by the sudden victory. She took off her safe, steady and boring social mask, and tears of joy flashed in her bright eyes.

"...I stood here two years ago, when I experienced a turning point in my life - there is no doubt that today will be another important moment that changes my life. However, on the road of film, my steps will never stop, and my life and passion will be dedicated to film..."

Su Lingxi looked at the girl in the picture who was still insisting on giving her acceptance speech appropriately, and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

The Palme d'Or is the highest award at the Cannes Film Festival, and the sense of accomplishment it brings her is no less than that of a little golden man.

More importantly, the French film industry expressed its appreciation for the message conveyed by The Veil - this boosted her spirits more than any other news.

"Nicole!" Kelly's smiling voice sounded behind her, and the door opened immediately: "Hurry up, dear, Ms. Coppola is waiting for us in the cafe downstairs."

Although the film festival activities have come to an end with the closing ceremony, Su Lingxi has accumulated more social engagements that require her to make time for them - "The Painted Veil" stole the show at this year's Cannes, and her popularity as the leading actress has naturally risen.

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May 5, Nice-Cote d’Azur Airport.

Because Su Lingxi was held up by various complicated affairs, he was unable to board the flight to Paris with Yang Qian and others on time, so he had to postpone the departure date by one day.

Also, because the direct flight from Nice to Paris only takes one hour and thirty-five minutes, Su Lingxi did not take this short-term flight route seriously compared to international flights, and only brought Kelly, two assistants, and two bodyguards on board.

When the plane first took off, although there was a little turbulence, no one took this little incident seriously.

——Except for Su Lingxi, who accidentally opened the self-rescue and escape guide because of boredom.

Normally, she wouldn't waste her precious time on such things - after all, the casualty rate after a plane crash is often extremely high, and the chance of survival is so small that it is almost negligible.

But strangely, this time she actually had the patience to read all the pages of the guide.

Half an hour later, Su Lingxi realized the reason behind his abnormal behavior.

"Dear passengers, I am the captain of this flight. I am sorry to inform you that we have encountered a little emergency..."

This pleasant-sounding announcement was the last words Su Lingxi heard while he was conscious.

What followed was an endless feeling of weightlessness and a loud noise like a landslide.

She lost consciousness before she even had time to be notified to leave a last message.

To be precise, her consciousness quickly left her body - leaving that tired, spotlighted body, and looking down at everything happening in the cabin in a wonderful soul state.

The young captain and co-pilot arguing over lack of fuel, the chief flight attendant looking pale because of the impending crash, and Jia Jia who was trying hard to wake her up despite being panicked... everyone's movements were as slow as the special effects slow motion in a movie.

Su Lingxi subconsciously wanted to sigh, and then she found that her vision began to rise and rise, until the entire plane became a small black dot in her eyes, and the bright moon hanging high in the sky became a small gadget within her reach.

Is this an illusion that appears before a person dies?

With such doubts in mind, she closed her eyes sleepily.

The next second, her consciousness reappeared in the [private space].

It still has the familiar light-colored style, and there is no change in the positions of the sofa, coffee table, and even the pillows.

This is a secret space belonging to her and the system - this realization made Su Lingxi's uneasy mood slightly better.

But soon, she felt her body being dragged uncontrollably towards the [Training Room].

This sense of loss of control amplified her fear of facing the unknown.

Su Lingxi subconsciously wanted to resist this force, but he couldn't muster any strength.

[Host, I'm leaving soon.] This is the system's voice.

Su Lingxi relaxed a little: [Why, don't you stay in this world to collect energy? ]

Although she was a little confused, she was generally calm.

Perhaps it was because, as early as the first day she had this golden finger, she had anticipated that there would be a day when she would lose it.

So, when this day really comes, even though we are reluctant, we can still face it calmly.

[Once all the energy is collected, we must go back.] There was a subtle sense of grievance hidden in the system's voice.

In fact, it had sensed the call from the main god space a week ago.

But it was a little reluctant to leave the host who would chat with it like a friend, so it kept putting it off until today when it finally confessed.

[So are we now...holding a farewell ceremony?] Su Lingxi asked with a smile.

The system snorted, and after sensing her reluctance, it spoke proudly: [Just think of this as the last thing I can do for you before I leave. Without me in the future, no supernatural power can protect you~]

Before Su Lingxi could figure out what this meant, her image from eight years ago suddenly appeared on the wall of the training room—to be precise, it was the her image in her previous life when she had just celebrated her 30th birthday.

Through the wall, she could see the luxurious decoration of the room, the ferocious look on the man's face, and her struggling desperately at the door.