After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

Jiang Wanqing didn't understand what was going on, so she asked, "An Ran, are you going to buy anything?"

"My friend is here."

"Okay, let Jiahe go with you."

"It's okay, it's nearby, no need to trouble my sister."

After the car stopped, Shen Anran got out quickly. Without giving the two people time to react, she met up with Liu Shuming and successfully got the box.

What puzzled her was that the box was intact and in good condition.

"Sister, it was lying like this when I found it. There was no damage at all, not even a single sign of burning."

There was one thing Liu Shuming didn't mention. The soil near the box was all black, and only the box was safe and sound.

Shen Anran looked at the wooden box. Logically, even if it was made of iron, it should have left traces in the explosion.

Yet it is miraculously intact, which is truly puzzling.

Shen Anran carefully put the box into the bag and whispered to Liu Shuming, "Shuming, thank you."

Liu Shuming frowned, not liking her being so distant, so he changed the subject: "Sister, are you feeling unwell or injured anywhere?"

Shen Anran shook her head. "I'm fine. They're still waiting for me over there. You should go back early too."

"Well, okay." Liu Shuming responded.

After the two said a brief goodbye, Shen Anran turned around and returned to the car.

Shen Jiahe's gaze fell on the bag, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

She didn't see the friend Shen Anran mentioned, but she always felt that the thing Shen Anran brought back was a bit strange.

Shen Anran held the bag, her hands tightening unconsciously, but her face remained calm. She turned around and asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"

Shen Jiahe withdrew his inquiring gaze and said to the driver in front, "Nothing, drive."

The car started slowly and the interior fell into silence.

After arriving home, Shen Anran found an excuse and hurried back to her room. She couldn't wait to open the box and carefully took out the painting.

She quickly found a piece of white paper and began to copy based on her memory and feelings.

As the outline of the painting gradually emerged, Shen Anran's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and the pen in his hand became increasingly unstable.

She was secretly amazed in her heart. She really guessed right. This painting was her work.

It vividly depicts a character, and that person is the eighteen-year-old Zhou Jingyan.

That day, after they sang and ate birthday cake, she ran to Zhou Jingyan's room and said she wanted to draw a sketch for him.

Just two years after Zhou Jingyan turned 18, he left her and went abroad with his parents.

Later, she mastered the technique of oil painting, but unfortunately Zhou Jingyan was not around.

She could only draw an oil painting for him based on his photo and the sketch. The picture was so lifelike that it seemed as if Zhou Jingyan was standing in front of her.

A bold guess came to Shen Anran's mind: she might have been reborn countless times, causing a crack in time and space, and this painting was preserved precisely because of this loophole.

Just at this moment, Mantou made a knocking sound outside the window, reminding Shen Anran to open the window.

When Shen Anran heard the sound, she quickly came to her senses and carefully put the paintings and sketches in her hands into the drawer to make sure they would not be discovered by Mantou.

She didn't trust anyone at the moment, including the cat.

Then she opened the window, and Mantou jumped in nimbly, shouting anxiously, "Master, close the window quickly! The black cat is chasing us, and it seems to live nearby. We can't let it find us."

Upon hearing this, Shen Anran immediately closed the window and drew the curtains.

Perhaps because of her new body, she no longer rejects small animals as before.

But she didn't like the cat. Maybe it was sent by the higher-ups to monitor her.

Mantou collapsed on the ground exhausted, breathing heavily and complaining, "That fat cat is so annoying. It chases me every time I go out."

Shen Anran approached slowly with a playful smile on his face.

Staring at the steamed bun, his lips parted slightly: "Don't you know that it is also a system?"

Upon hearing this, Mantou jumped up in shock, his eyes widening: "How is this possible? And, you...how did you know about this?"

Shen Anran smiled softly and explained, "Because Shen Jiahe is a book traveler, and that cat is her system."

After hearing this, Mantou became even more anxious: "Impossible! There can't be two book-traversers in one world, nor can there be two systems! There must be something wrong!"

It was so anxious that it was spinning around in circles. It had obviously never experienced such a bizarre thing and was at a loss for a moment.

Shen Anran looked at its anxious expression, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

Asked: "Can't your systems communicate with each other?"

Mantou gradually regained his composure and said seriously, "Under normal circumstances, our systems can indeed maintain communication, but when accepting missions, we usually cannot communicate with each other because we are often not in the same world."

But if the fat cat is really the system and they are now in the same world, why didn't it notice?

Could it be that the cat has noticed its abnormality and is chasing it so relentlessly?

No, its mind is a little confused now.

This task was more complicated and tiring than any it had ever experienced before.

Thinking of this, Mantou's eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at Shen Anran closely, "Also, how do you know that Shen Jiahe is a book traveler?"

During the time it was away, the host seemed to have become different.

Shen Anran took a deep breath and replied, "Shen Jiahe told me this herself. I suspect she might be the author of this novel because she knows everything."

The news was like a bolt from the blue, and Mantou was stunned in an instant.

It asked in a trembling voice, "Shen... Shen Jiahe told you personally?"

Shen Anran nodded, "Otherwise, why would I know such a secret thing?"

Mantou felt like the whole world was collapsing. He muttered to himself in disbelief, "Shen Jiahe is a book traveler, and the author of this novel? Why did she travel into her own book?"

Then, Mantou seemed unwilling to give up and asked again: "Could she be lying to you?"

Shen Anran shook her head and analyzed, "She has no reason to lie to me. Regardless of whether she is a book transmigrator or not, with Shen Jiahe's identity and background, she can walk freely in S City. There is no need for her to lie to me."

Mantou lay on the ground, feeling hopeless.

The world is going crazy. Here comes a novel writer with a system.

Mantou asked weakly, "Did you ask what their mission was?"