The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

"It's me? How could it be me?" Liang Qing covered her head, beads of sweat forming on her brow. A chill ran down her spine, making her hair stand on end.

[Host, do you remember who you are?]

Xiao Qi's question left Liang Qing speechless; his throat felt like it was filled with lead, and he couldn't utter a single word.

who is it?

She fell into deep thought, and the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, because she couldn't remember who she was, why she had signed a contract with the Time and Space Administration, what her original name was, who her parents were, or which time and space she lived in. She had no idea.

What horrified her even more was that she hadn't paid any attention to this issue in so many different times and in so many days and nights.

She managed to utter a few words with difficulty, "I don't know."

Then she curled up, covered her head with her hands and pressed down, almost forming a circle, as if trying to squeeze the pain out of her body.

"Why can't I remember anything?" she repeated hysterically several times.

"Because your memories have been sealed, host." Xiao Qi hesitated for a moment, then added in an extremely firm tone, "You are Liang Qing."

This world is not virtual; it is real, the real world where the host once lived.

After he finished speaking, the room remained silent for a long time.

From day to night, Liang Qing did not answer, and Xiao Qi did not speak again.

As night turned into day again, Liang Qing got out of bed, her face returning to its usual calm. No one knew what she had been thinking during those quiet moments.

Liang poured herself a glass of water, drank it down, and then asked Xiao Qi, "Was it done by the Time and Space Administration?"

She didn't specify what it was, but Xiaoqi understood: "Yes."

"why?"

[It was your own choice, host.]

The room fell into a deathly silence, but it was broken a few minutes later.

"Why?" Liang Qing poured another glass of water, shook it in her hand, and stared intently at the water in the glass.

"Xiao Qi doesn't know either." Xiao Qi was powerless to answer.

It learned of this news because after the system upgrade, its superiors told it that each host's ultimate task must be completed in the world in which it was born.

For those who have experienced countless worlds and completed countless missions, their grasp of emotions and use of tactics can be said to have reached a level of consummate skill.

They appear to be affectionate, but in reality, they are heartless.

In other worlds, most mission takers appear to be deeply devoted to their targets, but in reality, they have no feelings for them. To them, the targets are nothing more than two-dimensional characters, virtual figures, or tools used to complete the mission.

For the mission taker, what matters is not the emotions of the conquerors, but rather how to manipulate those emotions to achieve their own goals.

Every step of getting along with them and communicating with them is carefully calculated. In order to achieve the goal, one can cater to their preferences and become a person with a different personality.

So will things change when she becomes herself?

Xiaoqi pondered this question, recalling the host's rather strange behavior and intensely fluctuating emotions since arriving in this world. Xiaoqi felt that things had changed.

So it asked, "Host, you can choose to restore your memories. Do you want to?"

Liang Qing tapped the table lightly with her finger, as if she was thinking about something.

Xiaoqi waited quietly, but Liang Qing's answer was far beyond its expectations.

"No."

The resolute tone made Xiaoqi blurt out without hesitation, "Why?"

Liang Qing's expression suddenly took on an indescribable look. After a moment of silence, she replied, "I don't know what reason led me to choose to end my life in the past, but it must have been unbearable pain that made me unwilling to recall it even after death. I would rather give up my freedom than forget that memory, whether it's out of respect for my past self's choice or because I might still be unable to bear it now..."

She paused halfway through her sentence, then continued, "None of them can choose to restore their memories."

Xiaoqi wanted to say something, but in the end she simply nodded in agreement.

The system cannot interfere with the host's decisions.

……

"Liang Qing, what's wrong?"

Looking at Liang Qing's pale face sitting beside him, Song Zhiji couldn't help but ask after a series of internal struggles.

Liang Qing snapped out of her daze, pursed her lips, trying to bring some color back to her pale lips, and forced a smile at Song Zhiji, "I'm fine, I probably didn't sleep well last night."

Liang Qing has not yet fully recovered from yesterday's events. Her body has not fully recovered after enduring such intense pain. Although she is not seriously injured, she is still somewhat weak.

The next class is PE. As people in the classroom gradually got up, Song Zhiji said worriedly, "Why don't you skip this PE class? I'll talk to the PE teacher."

Liang Qing shook her head, "No need, I'm really fine."

Seeing that his persuasion was ineffective, Song Zhiji stopped talking and stayed by Liang Qing's side the whole way so that he could keep an eye on him.

The time spent having meals with Liang Qing had gradually made Song Zhiji forget her past actions and start focusing on the present.

He didn't want to think about their past relationship, perhaps because he was afraid of disrupting the balance in his current relationship with Liang Qing.

He feared that if he confessed his feelings, their relationship, which had improved recently, would revert to square one.

Actually, going back to square one might be the right thing to do; Song Zhiji should hate her.

But he couldn't bear to part with it.

As soon as the two arrived at the playground, they saw Qin Zhouyu and his group in the stands. Qin Zhouyu was sitting in the middle of the group, holding a bottle of water in one hand and resting his face on his knee with the other, looking rather lazy.

Liang Qing glanced at him once and then looked away, naturally not noticing Qin Zhouyu looking back at her.

Song Zhiji, however, took it all in. He frowned slightly, noticing Qin Zhouyu's unwavering gaze on Liang Qing, and deliberately blocked Liang Qing's view with his body as he walked, thus obstructing Qin Zhouyu's gaze.

"Hey, isn't that Song Zhiji next to the school beauty?"

One of the people sitting in the stands with Qin Zhouyu asked.

The other person immediately replied, with a hint of teasing, "Yeah, there are all sorts of rumors going around the school that they're together. Why do you look like you've just discovered a new continent?"

"When did this happen? How come I didn't know?" The man's eyes widened in shock.

"The forum has been buzzing about this for the past two weeks."

"Holy crap!" the man exclaimed, his voice becoming somewhat agitated.

"What are you so excited about? You like the school beauty?" Seeing this, the other person also stopped joking and became serious.

"Nonsense, she's my goddess! I've only been away from school for a month, how could my goddess have been snatched away by a pig!"

"Alright, Song Zhiji is handsome and a top student. He and the goddess are a perfect match, aren't they?"

"Match my ass!"

The two continued talking about this topic for a long time, completely unaware that Qin Zhouyu's expression was becoming increasingly unpleasant.

Only Hao Mu, sitting behind Qin Zhouyu, broke out in a cold sweat.