Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Transit space.

“Year after year…we were interfered with, weren’t we?” Xia Youmi sat on a light, floating cloud. This experience of dying was clearly different from the past.

It wasn't that she was forcibly removed; she still lived a peaceful life.

It's just a little short of the ideal state, a little too short, and a little limited.

But deep down, I don't feel that this life is more regrettable than a long life spanning several hundred years.

On the contrary, it was easier.

"Youmi, I can't see the data modification." Nian Nian's voice was soft and gentle, a habit she carried over from the previous world, afraid of suddenly startling people.

There is a reason for this.

Niannian had actually tried to dissociate herself from her body, just like when she had a dog's body, wanting to become human. When her condition worsened to the point that the hospital couldn't diagnose her or find a way to alleviate it, Niannian turned to the nurse next door.

In just a few seconds, it returned to its original position.

It was unable to control what the other party did and was clearly rejected.

In times of crisis, people will try anything. Although the system is designed to be positive and proactive, this proactive approach in times of crisis leads it to try all sorts of methods, some of which are still theoretical.

It doesn't work at all.

At that time, Xia Youmi planned to spend some time studying the transit space after the world ended.

but,

It's still a blank white expanse, and no abnormalities can be detected.

Xia Youmi wasn't too discouraged. She picked up a novel from the bookshelf that included a version in which she had participated and checked out the extra chapters.

It's good that Zhuo Yi didn't leave with her.

The old man would always try to scare her, saying, "Slow down. If you chase her away too quickly, he won't be able to find her and he'll turn the underworld upside down to bury your beautiful life with him. Then there will be another great demon in the world."

She'll be the Grand Lady of the Underworld then, so don't blame him if she can't wear the beautiful ornaments from the Fairy Realm or Heaven.

The change in the aesthetics of the underworld can be personally orchestrated by her.

In short, to match the overall look, it's best to wear all black initially.

Xia Youmi's subsequent conversations with Zhuo Yi were always whimsical and unpredictable.

Later, after experiencing emotional setbacks and getting divorced, You Si'en became Teacher Xia's assistant. When recording the couple's daily, literary, or theological exchanges, she had to consult with the sisters repeatedly.

In a proper biography, this can only be classified as unofficial history.

Let's mark this down, sisters. Though it's a fictional story, it's all true.

According to unofficial historical records,

Old man Zhuo Yi loved ballroom dancing, but he would dance alone in an empty room, facing the walls covered with portraits of his teachers.

If it weren't for having to stay in the monitoring room with the security guards watching over Young Master Gu Zhuo.

You Sien couldn't see this scene either.

She painted it as an abstract painting, with a few points of light illuminating the old man flying in the center.

The movement was so fast that it was about to throw him off the Earth.

He can jump like that when he's young, but now that he's old, even though he takes good care of himself, he inevitably has to twitch on the ground and it takes him a long time to get up.

At first, Yu Si'en wanted to help, but was stopped by security.

She was puzzled but didn't ask, until she met Shan Xinxiao there.

The other party told her that the older brother was just experiencing what it felt like to be a sick teacher.

He even somewhat resented being so healthy, agile, and perfectly healthy.

They wouldn't die, nor would they dare to intentionally kill themselves.

It should have been a lifetime.

One can see the contrast between a powerless figure and an increasingly robust one.

Nobody wants to suffer.

We were afraid that the teacher would lose heart, but the teacher's spirit was strong. He seemed to point us in the right direction time and time again, using his knowledge far beyond that of ordinary people to help us walk on the right path.

The more composed he was, coupled with his frail body, the more it drove his elder brother to the brink of collapse.

Yu Sien didn't expect such an interpretation, but she was even more surprised when Shan Xin laughed and said, "Me too."

Back then,

Shan Xinxiao's achievements have far surpassed those of Teacher Xia, and even those of her predecessors such as Teacher Chai.

When you mention her, you think of a change-maker, a true gem.

Her character, knowledge, personal achievements, and the spiritual enjoyment she brings to the world all contribute to her brilliance.

Not to mention her former classmates, even her husband, the once arrogant Zhuo Xuan, was completely overshadowed by Shan Xin's radiant smile and willingly became the person behind her.

Can,

With such a smile, does Shan Xin say she hates her own strength?

Yu Si'en couldn't understand it. Her intuition told her that this was an unimportant matter and should be recorded by Shan's assistant. She only needed to be responsible for Xia's records.

But as time went by, she came to understand the deeper meaning.

Shan Xinxiao published an article analyzing her life.

At this moment, old man Zhuo Yi had already left happily, leaving only her group of elderly students with shared memories.

Shan Xinxiao wrote:

I shouldn't have achieved this.

My intuition and my most sincere soul tell me that someone seems to have lost their vitality because I have drained them too much.

but,

I was passive, I had no choice but to accept their unreserved hearts.

In my dream, I should be an ordinary person who is not successful, but through a series of coincidences, I gradually evolve from making a living to becoming a creator.

But to rise to the top in one step.

From my humble beginnings as a toddler to a seasoned trader, I accumulated capital, enabling me to pursue my passion for creating works that ultimately benefit more people.

It seems that many of these achievements should have been made by the teachers.

Teaching and nurturing students, reforming academies, popularizing knowledge and reaching the masses, striving for excellence and reaching the pinnacle.

All of this was transferred to her as her body inexplicably became ethereal.

Despite being able to take care of many things, and despite being entrusted with important responsibilities.

But I still feel sad for the teacher.

Furthermore, they felt ashamed that they did not want to be elevated to extraordinary heights.

I am not a person whose heart is so pure.

I was taught; I'm someone who learns and imitates.

They received countless accolades, yet their own star power was completely obscured, like a curtain blocking the view of the stage and the audience while the group behind them remained unseen.

Many friends have advised me against it, but actually, my teacher is very happy. This is her mission and the meaning of her actions. Ultimately, one's health depends on how one and fate arrange things. If one cannot recover, then having someone else carry on and develop one's health is also a kind of beauty.

I should be this frank.

unfortunately,

A voice deep inside me said, "No, that's not how it is. It's because her brilliance exceeded its original limits that it brought side effects to the teacher who should have been even more radiant."

She cannot hate nothingness.

I can only hate myself for possessing it.

......

Xia Youmi finished reading this.

I felt a surge of emotions, yet also a sense of melancholy.

She seems to have indirectly achieved her goal, but she brought the protagonist more of a sense of being manipulated and additional unhappiness.

Not my intention

We are all good kids, and we should be chasing the stars, appreciating the myriad landscapes, and choosing our own future as time flows by.

Instead,

They carried an immeasurable weight on their backs as they moved forward.

However, changing the stars inevitably involves sacrifices. On this level, Xia Youmi still felt guilty towards Shan Xinxiao.

A single word, "fate," cannot fully express it.

I offer this half-cup of clear tea to express my heartfelt sentiments.