The cannon fodder female supporting role in the misplaced life

Xu Yingying had been lying quietly in bed, dozing off, when she suddenly heard a muffled thud. The tightly closed door was flung open without warning! The sudden movement frightened her so much that she couldn't help but tremble. After gazing at him, it was clear that continuing to pretend to sleep wasn't a good idea.

At this moment, a deep and magnetic voice broke the silence: "Shoubao, are you awake? The breakfast I carefully prepared is already ready, waiting for you to get up and enjoy it." The speaker was the man who pushed the door open.

Xu Yingying gathered herself, then slowly opened her mouth and replied, "Hmm... I'll go wash up." In reality, her mind was already churning with thoughts. Since she couldn't continue playing it safe and bluffing, she figured, she might as well take the initiative and seize the opportunity. So, she gritted her teeth, threw back the covers, quickly got out of bed, and scurried toward the door.

When Xu Yingying reached out to grasp the door handle and pulled hard, a chill hit her face. She looked closely and was surprised to find that the outside of the room was actually pitch black, as if there was no end.

"What the hell is this place?" Xu Yingying pondered. An inexplicable fear began to creep over her, leaving her feeling somewhat bewildered. She instinctively turned her head, wanting to see if the room she had just been in and the man were still behind her. But she was horrified when she saw it—in just a split second, the familiar room and the man had vanished without a trace!

Could it be... could it be that all this was a dream? Xu Yingying's eyes widened, her face filled with astonishment. After a brief moment of shock, she finally came to her senses and realized that she was in a dream at this moment.

After arriving in the world of the mission to save the love-brained, Xu Yingying rarely entered dreams like she did during the novice mission. That's why she had been thinking she'd overlooked something. So that's why. She said it felt familiar. Knowing it was just a dream, all she needed was to get out. But she hadn't yet realized that, just like during the novice mission, she needed someone to stimulate her externally to wake her up. Otherwise, she might remain in a deep sleep, wandering through endless dreams.

In Xu Yingying's ongoing mission world, the morning sun streamed through the window. Lin Weiye rose early, quickly washing and preparing, then gently woke his still-sleeping daughter, Lin Xinyi. He then thoughtfully packed her schoolbag and clothes and personally walked her to school.

When Lin Weiye returned home, he found his wife, Xu Yingying, still deep in a sweet sleep. He quietly walked to her bedside, gazing at her peaceful face, a surge of affection welling up in his heart. He thought, perhaps Xu Yingying was overwhelmed by the recent workload at home and work. So, he decided not to wake her, allowing her to enjoy this rare moment of peace and comfort for a while longer.

Time passed quietly. In the morning, while busy at work, Lin Weiye suddenly received an urgent call from Mr. Lin. Hearing the ringing of his phone, Lin Weiye quickly put down the documents in his hand and answered the call.

I only heard Mr. Lin's slightly anxious voice from the other end of the phone: "Weiye, come back quickly!"

Lin Weiye's heart tightened, and he asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Grandpa, what happened? Don't worry, tell me slowly."

However, at this moment, Mr. Lin seemed to be hesitant to speak. On the one hand, he really didn't know how to tell his beloved grandson about this matter; on the other hand, he was very worried that if he told his grandson the truth now, his grandson would start to think too much during his hurried journey home, which could lead to some unexpected accidents. After a brief hesitation, Mr. Lin finally decided not to disclose the details for the time being, simply saying, "Weiye, don't ask so many questions now. Just come back quickly. We'll talk in detail when you get home." With that, without waiting for Lin Weiye to respond, Mr. Lin hurriedly hung up the phone.

With a bewildered look on his face, Lin Weiye hurried back to the old house full of traces of time without any understanding of the situation.

The moment he stepped through the door, he walked quickly towards the hall without hesitation. Each step seemed to be filled with a sense of heaviness and doubt, as he secretly wondered what had happened that had called him back so hastily.

Finally arriving in the hall, he caught sight of Elder Lin, seated in his armchair. For some reason, just this fleeting glance sent an indescribable sense of unease welling up in Lin Weiye's heart. This feeling enveloped him like a dark cloud, causing his previously calm mind to fray.

After calming himself down, Lin Weiye took a deep breath, walked up to Old Man Lin, bowed slightly and said, "Grandpa, I'm back. You called me back so anxiously, what happened?" His anxiety was hard to hide in his words.

Old Master Lin slowly raised his head. His eyes, on his weathered face, were like bottomless lakes, calm yet revealing an endless depth. His gaze rested quietly on his slightly anxious grandson. After a long silence, he slowly opened his lips and whispered, "Weiye, don't be so anxious. Come, come, sit down and let's talk slowly. Calm yourself down first." As he spoke, he extended his right hand and gently patted the carved wooden chair beside him, motioning for Lin Weiye to sit down.

Despite his lingering anxiety, Lin Weiye sat down as instructed. However, as soon as he sat down, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his hips shifting constantly, and his hands clenched tightly, revealing his extreme anxiety. Before he could open his mouth to ask what had happened, Old Man Lin spoke again: "This morning, when the nanny went to look after Yingying, she found that no matter how much she called out, Yingying remained asleep..."

However, before Mr. Lin could finish his words, the anxious Lin Weiye couldn't wait to interrupt and said, "What happened to Yingying? Why is she still unconscious?" His voice trembled slightly with nervousness and worry, and a layer of fine beads of sweat had seeped out of his forehead without him knowing when.