The Daily Life of a Lazy Author Transmigrating into a Book and Doing Nothing

Of course, tearing it up is out of the question, and roasting it is also out of the question, since this damn script is her only cheat code right now.

So, in his humble state, Yu could only lie on the bed, clutching the dog script, and cry his heart out, leaving Yunmeng, who was watching from the side, completely bewildered.

"Xianxian..."

"Waaah, senior sister, I'm heartbroken. I want to be alone."

The world has no love for her, and it feels like she will never love the world again.

Yunmeng was surprised by this response: ...

Faced with this unpredictable fellow, Yunmeng could only sigh helplessly, then walk to the other end of the room to meditate and regulate her breathing.

As for Yu Xianxian, oh, there's no need to worry about her anymore. She only managed to squeeze out a few tears before she wrapped herself in the blanket and fell asleep instantly, without even taking off her outer robe.

Ah, the world is so cold, her warm bed is so much better, Yu Xianxian thought to herself before falling asleep.

The lights inside the room went out, leaving only silence, and neither of them noticed the faint, rustling sounds coming from outside.

……

A good night's sleep is definitely the best way to get rid of worries. Zhou Yun, Luo Jia—let them all vanish into thin air. Anyway, no matter what, that Luo Jia guy can't possibly kill her tonight, right? Instead of living in fear, she might as well enjoy a good night's sleep in her warm bed and savor the best of times…

Oh, that's strange. Why do I suddenly feel cold? Did she kick off the covers again?

Yu Xianxian groggily opened her eyes, wanting to see where she had kicked her blanket.

When he opened his eyes, he was dumbfounded.

Good heavens, it wasn't that she kicked the blanket off, it was that the blanket kicked her to the heavens! How did she end up falling into the water all of a sudden?

No, Yu Xianxian patted her face. This must be a dream. Even if she was sleepwalking and stupid enough to fall into the lake, she would never admit it.

Damn it, I feel like I'm suffocating more and more. Regardless of whether this is a dream or not, the instinct for survival compels Yu Xianxian to start swimming upwards.

Fortunately, swimming was a required course at her university, and the water wasn't very deep, so Yu Xianxian was out of the water in just a few seconds.

"Cough cough... cough cough, oh my god, I'm choking to death."

After finally recovering, Yu Xianxian quickly planned to get ashore. If she stayed in the water, not to mention when she would run out of energy, the temperature alone could freeze her to death.

As a result, as soon as Yu Xianxian looked up and saw the people standing on the shore, she instantly didn't want to go ashore anymore.

Haha, actually staying in the water is quite nice.

The other person was only half-facing her at the moment, clearly just about to leave, but turned around to check after hearing the noise behind them.

And who else could the person on the shore be but Zhou Yun? Oh, or rather, we should call him Luo Jia now.

And so, one underwater and the other on the shore, their eyes met in silence, only Yu Xianxian's eyes filled with tears.

Rather than that, it's better that she was just too stupid, falling into the lake while sleepwalking.

"Ah, the moonlight is really nice tonight."

no response.

"I never imagined I would sleepwalk in my sleep."

Still no response.

"I can't believe I fell into the lake while sleepwalking. I hope Young Master Zhou won't laugh at me."

Upon hearing this, Loga finally reacted.

He turned around, looked at Yu Xianxian, who was in a sorry state in the water, and laughed, "Do you really think you sleepwalked and fell in?"

Looking at that smile, devoid of any emotion but filled with murderous intent, Yu Xianxian silently swallowed and replied, "Ah, isn't that right?"

Help, brother! She's already like this, can't we just pretend to be clueless together?

But clearly, Luo Jia had no intention of doing that. He simply raised his hand, and the once calm lake instantly became turbulent. Before Yu Xianxian could react, she felt her ankle being wrapped up.

She looked down and saw a black thread climbing up her feet, gradually covering half of her body. During this time, Yu Xianxian felt herself being pulled down. It seemed that the thing really wanted to drown her.

Yu Xianxian tried to struggle, but the thread was incredibly strong. It was so strong that even a slight pull would leave a small cut on her body, let alone break it.

The blood seemed to excite the black lines even more, causing them to wrap around Yu Xianxian at an even faster pace.

"Faceless was a good subordinate."

Just as Yu Xianxian was about to sink into the water, Luo Jia on the shore sighed softly.

"Although I wrote this play, I never expected you to crush all the silver needles, which would have been the death of him. Fairy, we have to settle this score."

As he spoke, he watched as Yu Xianxian was wrapped up like a rice dumpling and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake.

Enveloped in darkness and the lake, Yu Xianxian had only two words in her mind at that moment, the voice of the little grass: "Damn it."

She was enveloped by layers of faceless black lines. Although it wasn't completely airtight, it was really difficult for her to move, and she could easily get cut if she wasn't careful.

The blood flowing from the wound would make the black thread wrap even tighter, so Yu Xianxian chose to outsmart the situation.

Don't get me wrong, this clever strategy doesn't rely on brains. After all, her brain is a bit oxygen-deprived right now, and might even be a little waterlogged, so what she can rely on right now is the script.

After Yu Xianxian painstakingly pulled out the script, she discovered a problem: it was too dark, and she couldn't see the words at all.

Yu Xianxian, who wanted to study late into the night but ended up finding she didn't even have a wick left: ...

Okay, maybe I've really lost my mind.

At the same time, Yu Xianxian began to feel dizzy and lightheaded. She didn't even have the strength to hold the script anymore, and could only watch as the script slipped from her hand and floated out of the gaps in the black lines surrounding it.

Yu Xianxian saw the perfect script for her to be a deserter, but she didn't reach for it. She could only let herself lose consciousness and fall into darkness.

After realizing that its prey could not resist, Black Line became even more arrogant.

Countless demonic energies seeped into Yu Xianxian's body through her wounds, and black lines firmly covered her entire body, making her look like a humanoid shadow from a distance.

The script on the other side had floated above Yu Xianxian, and the open page, illuminated by the moonlight, clearly read: "The black thread injected demonic energy into Yu Xianxian's body, seemingly attempting to control her as a puppet after her death. Yunmeng and Lingyao don't seem to have noticed anything amiss yet; it's likely no one will try to save her. Alas, is our poor Yu Xianxian going to perish? No, impossible! Although Yu Xianxian is clumsy, lazy, and lacks talent, she is still the female lead; she won't just die like that. Hmm, hey, hey, what's going on? I haven't finished writing yet, I..."

Before the poor script could even utter a single beautiful Chinese word, the pages began to flip wildly forward, finally stopping at the section containing the mask.

Ah, yes, it's the golden mask that suddenly appeared on Yu Xianxian back then and kept sneaking into the script to settle down.

After such a long time, it finally has a chance to make an appearance.