Quick Transmigration: Leisure

At exactly four o'clock in the morning,

Xiu Ge and Xia Youmi waited for the final explosion.

Maybe,

The person who offered the sacrifice was deeply sinful, and this time the attack was even more violent than before.

All the windows, front and rear, shattered, and the car shook violently. The young reporter and the middle-aged tycoon, who were left unprotected, were covered in stab wounds.

Xia Youmi hid in the space that Xiu Ge had surrounded with chairs and then firmly covered with cloth.

Although injured, I had taken painkillers beforehand and could barely bear it.

With the others posing no threat, Xia Youmi relaxed a bit and began stuffing herself with snacks.

Outside, a fierce wind whipped up a shower of glass rain; below, in the small space, she ate probiotic candy, beef jerky, and soda crackers.

Her iodine, gauze, and wristbands all came in handy.

Xiu Ge silently bandaged his wound, losing all interest in conversation.

She neither comforted Xia Youmi nor softened her expression.

Xia Youmi uses wet wipes when feeding her, and swallows the food, but the air pressure is very low.

In a suffocating atmosphere,

Xia Youmi silently cleaned her backpack, putting the used packaging bags into a plastic bag, throwing away what needed to be thrown away and keeping what needed to be kept.

She didn't use many of the items: ornaments, dolls, cosmetics, fill lights, paper and pens, hard drives, and stands.

So, during the hour of turmoil,

Aside from tidying up, Xia Youmi spent the rest of her time entertaining herself.

She sorted the remaining food and put it in an outer plastic bag.

She was implying that she wouldn't hide these things from Xiu Ge, and that she was willing to share them.

In addition, tidy up the surrounding area, disinfect it again, and decorate it anew.

Thanks to their long-standing good habits, even in extremely chaotic situations, the two remained clean and tidy.

Every time Xiu Ge came back from a fight, she had to be cleaned up. Although she remained silent, she accepted the gesture.

Xiu Ge knew very well how miserable he would have been without Xia Youmi's material support and sharing!

Therefore, Hugh hesitated. Her goal was everyone.

Whether or not to let Xia Youmi go was her final torment.

These struggles,

Xia Youmi pretended not to notice.

She connected the fill light to the stand and began to draw. The pencil was a bit short, but that didn't hinder Xia Youmi's movements; drawing portraits was something ingrained in her. She was depicting Xiu Ge's dashing posture, defeating numerous malicious attacks single-handedly.

in fact,

If Xiu Ge hadn't existed, Xia Youmi might not have been unable to survive on her own.

But it would never be this dignified.

Without her strong physique, she would definitely fight to the death.

The people on the bus were probably primarily after this sheep.

Even if she has what her parents consider a protective charm, her graduation certificate still exists.

That would only allow her to retain a modicum of respect in the normal human world.

Such a space is completely ineffective.

I'm afraid,

Knowing this would happen, her parents would rather sever ties than let her get on that bus back to the village.

It's a pity no.

The rest depends on what choice Xiu Ge makes.

It's not hard to see that she was either the organizer or the executor.

Even without Xia Youmi's support, a sliver of life injected by the protagonist from another world would help her succeed. Though bloody and undignified, isn't that exactly what Xiu Ge wanted?

The conversation between the young reporter and the middle-aged man had revealed a lot of the truth, which Xia Youmi and Niannian pieced together.

Basically, Zhou Mi was persecuted on the train.

The driver was the perpetrator, as was the middle-aged man.

The elderly couple were lovers and fathered Zhou Mi, but he doesn't acknowledge them.

The old woman was a relative, but she remained silent, neither daring to resist nor daring to acknowledge him.

Everyone knew she had been wronged, but for the sake of upholding their sense of order, everyone remained silent.

The middle-aged woman is filled with jealousy, the girl is rebellious, the tycoon is Yao Zu whom Zhou Mi has to face, and Xia Youmi is the control group.

The reporter was originally an outsider.

But it is equally predictable how he would maximize his interests by collecting footage of Zhou Mi's persecution.

Let the stigma be etched into the pillar of shame.

At last,

The song of rest is, the song of rest is a lover.

Her phone wallpaper features a girl with a sweet face and a cool outfit, a striking contrast that is also captivating.

If that was Zhou Mi.

She wasn't actually trapped by the word "mi" (侎); she lived a wonderful life on her own.

Not the pathetic, self-serving scoundrel that everyone ridicules.

She was born into hardship, but wasn't trapped in it; in fact, she may have even convinced her parents. The whole family has moved to the city, although it's uncertain whether the son the old lady visited was Zhou Mi's father.

But at least one member of their family lives in the city and did not receive care from their elders.

And those constraints imposed on love.

Or perhaps, they broke up because of Zhou Mi. In any case, she has come to her senses.

It's not some next Xia family couple, but a vibrant Zhou Mi.

Zhou Mi is very close to a perfect life, and his life partner is also very reliable.

As Xia Youmi was drawing, she unconsciously added Zhou Mi into the picture.

He drew pictures of Xiu Ge and her together, depicting them being happy.

It was all just speculation, but from Xiu Ge's increasingly heavy breathing, one could sense that the other person was fluctuating because of these images.

Five o'clock,

The commotion outside subsided.

Because the young man and the wealthy man died close to sunrise, they did not receive their due punishment as sacrifices.

Really,

That's a bit of a shame!

Xia Youmi and Xiu Ge prepared to get up and face the chaos.

"Here you go, have fun!" After tidying up her drawing tools, Xia Youmi gave Xiu Ge the sketches she had finished.

Her paintings have no magic if the people in them don't care.

but,

Xiu Ge took it, stunned, not even noticing when Xia Youmi had lifted the curtain.

As dawn broke, although the car was still wrecked and bloodstained, its speed had already decreased.

It was only through persistent, year-after-year checks that Xia Youmi noticed this change.

six o'clock,

The scenery outside the car was no longer a bottomless mountain tunnel.

Instead, it was a forest shrouded in mist, stretching as far as the eye could see.

If it weren't for the unusual atmosphere, it would really feel like a natural oxygen bar.

Seven o'clock,

The car stopped. The place was quiet and strange.

But Xiu Ge didn't explain. She packed her things by herself, then got off the bus with her backpack on.

She didn't take anything that didn't belong to her.

Xia Youmi lagged behind, but also got off the bus. Blood stained the ground, both on and off the bus, seemingly forming a continuous pool.

In a daze, she seemed to see that accident.

It was an artificial, cruel, and ultimately unnecessary excessive punishment of a girl.

Those who refused to watch were kicked off the bus and awaited their fate on board.

They didn't dare to speak, afraid that they would be next.

then,

Bloodthirsty Rathalos was left behind and was then torn apart and devoured by the beast horde.

The bloodstains on the ground were still wet when Xiu Ge packed his bag and headed into the deep mountains.

and,

After getting off the bus, Xia Youmi became lighter and lighter, disappearing from sight and slowly vanishing into the world.

original,

She has no physical form in this world. Her consciousness, unburdened by the car, can continue the next round of torment.

That is the answer left by Xiu Ge and Zhou Mi.

Before she completely disappeared, I saw the wrecked bus slowly pieced back together.

The driver drove by with a disdainful smile.

Preparing to enter the city,

Go pick up today's passengers.