Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

That was a very smooth question, and Jingli mentally gave herself a thumbs up.

Chen Zhixian was taken aback by the direct question, and a moment of struggle flashed in his eyes.

For him, the best course of action at this moment was to make up a story and trick Jingli into quickly joining the group. But after frowning and hesitating for a while, he finally sighed:

“I don’t want to lie to you, since you’ll remember all of this later,” he said. “To be honest, I don’t really know why you were unwilling to join us before.”

"Based on what I understand, you participated in our company's trainee selection twice,"

He made a "2" gesture.

"You were not selected the first time, but you were selected the second time. We sent you an email, but you did not reply."

Chen Zhixian paused for a moment: "I can't say for sure what you were thinking before, but I don't want to influence you when you're in a blank state, so I won't mention subjective information. You should understand that we need you very much right now."

Chen Zhixian's attitude was very sincere, and Jingli nodded, slowly organizing this information in her mind.

The feeling of his mind gradually clearing made him feel happy, and even his tone became lighter.

“Okay,” he added, meeting Chen Zhixian’s eager gaze, “I’ll think about it.”

"How long? Is three days enough?" Before he could finish speaking, Chen Zhixian probably realized that his tone was too impatient, and added, "I'm sorry, Xiao Li, I was too anxious. Three days is my deadline."

Jingli nodded. He glanced at 6058, but since the other party didn't give any instructions, he continued to act on his own and carefully asked, "Excuse me, could you please take me home later?"

"Of course!" Chen Zhixian had personally visited Jingli's home to secure her signature. "Oh right, I've temporarily kept your belongings for you. They're all here. Check if anything is missing. I'll take you home after the doctor finishes writing the prescription."

The only personal belongings were a cell phone, a key, and a few neatly folded pieces of paper.

"Thank you." Jingli took it, then belatedly realized something and hurriedly asked, "A cat! Can we keep cats in the dorm?"

Chen Zhixian didn't react for a moment, then chuckled and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, our young master has a Sphinx. There's a room in the dormitory specifically for the cat to play in."

Young Master?

Jingli nodded again, like a chick pecking at rice, silently noting down this new keyword.

6058 watched with satisfaction as Jingli and Chen Zhixian chatted back and forth, a cat-like smile spreading across her face.

His diligent incubation and early education of the eggs were worthwhile; the eggs themselves are just like him, which means they are smart.

They needed to observe for a while longer, so Chen Zhixian went to the company to report back and then came back to take Jingli home.

As soon as Chen Zhixian left, Jingli started playing with her own body.

He kept fiddling with his fingers and poking at the bruises on his legs, wincing in pain.

"Is this what the human body is like?" Jingli murmured. "How amazing."

Then he looked at 6058 and asked, "Mommy, are you really a little kitten?"

6058 Airplane Ear: "No, it's not me. Something must have gone wrong this time. The teleportation point has always had problems before."

After he finished speaking, he transformed into his original form in the system's virtual space, with black hair and red eyes, and was exceptionally beautiful.

Jingli marveled and, following 6058's example, cast himself into the virtual space—a little dumpling with white hair and pink eyes landed "plop" at 6058's feet.

6058 picked him up, rubbed and pinched him here and there, her heart melting.

At the same time, I kept an eye on them and thought about their sudden teleportation.

He had a vague feeling that their unexpected journey was inextricably linked to the bugs that had plagued Zero Realm before.

However, whether this bug is related to this little idiot is still undecided.

After being hugged by 6058 for a while in the system's virtual space, Jingli felt much more comfortable. After all, the system was connected to their consciousness, which was equivalent to giving them a mental massage.

In reality, Jingli roused herself and charged her phone based on her memory.

The original owner's phone was clearly used for a long time; it lacked memory and lagged noticeably. Apart from essential apps, it only contained a bunch of dance videos.

Jingli clicked into the social media app and discovered that the original owner's social life was extremely monotonous.

He posted many dance videos on his personal video channel, but they were all only visible to himself.

The uploaded videos were not in the phone's memory, which was most likely done to save memory.

Jingli clicked on one and took a look. He had never danced before, but when the music started, he felt that the little boy on the screen was shining, and at the same time, the memories belonging to this body were also emerging.

"Xiao Li, there's a commercial performance coming up soon, are you interested in participating?"

"No," the original owner said calmly, but Jingli could sense his struggle. "I can't participate in large-scale commercial performances or show my face before my debut."

He was short of money, but he had to make his debut.

Two years ago, he was eliminated in a trainee selection process, and in the comments section, he asked himself:

Is it really because they are young?

"Am I really not good enough?"

"I'm so terrible."

But despite this, he did not stop his efforts.

He suffered pain and torment, but he persevered.

But why did he refuse this time?

Jingli then scrolled through the original owner's recent chat history.

Apart from Chen Zhixian, all the other requests were for money. As for the reasons for borrowing money, Jingli quickly found them.

"My maternal grandmother has passed away."

He used "I" because at that moment, a certain emotion arose within him, making him want to cry.

The original owner borrowed money to help with his grandmother's cremation and temporary storage. This amount of money was too heavy for him, who did not yet have the ability to earn money.

Those neatly folded pieces of paper were the IOU, Grandma's cremation certificate, and temporary storage receipt.

"Something's not right."

6058 spoke up, pulling Jingli out of the vortex of emotions.

"According to the original timeline, the original owner did not have such a miserable life. He failed the first selection because he was too young. The judges all expressed their expectations for him, so two years later, he stood out in the selection and became a trainee of RK."

"The original owner's maternal grandmother had not passed away. Although his family was poor, they received educational subsidies and earned money from odd jobs, so they could still make ends meet. After the company learned about his family's situation, they provided him with additional subsidies. During this period, his grandmother did suffer from a serious illness, but the company lent him a sum of money, which helped him in a critical moment."

"The original owner later debuted as the dance leader and visual. He completed his idol career while also finishing his studies. Because of his poor background and his ambition, he attracted many fans. Although his group did not become a complete top star, they were definitely a first-tier group. The original owner was always grateful to the company. After leaving idol, he went behind the scenes and stayed with RK."

Jingli tilted her head to think and also noticed the inconsistency: "But now 'I' haven't become a trainee, and I've even dropped out of school."

The original owner of this body is currently busy practicing dance and worrying about making a living, leaving no energy to continue studying.

"Moreover," Jingli had already learned to frown without being taught, amidst the original owner's despair, "I have a rather uncomfortable feeling."

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Jingli shook her head: "It's not physical discomfort, it's... a feeling."

He tried to explain using the language system he had just digested: "This world should have been warm, but now it's both cold and hot."

6058 felt a flash of inspiration, but it was too fleeting for him to grasp. He simply silently wrote down Jingli's words.

“There must be something wrong with this world. Lie down a bit more, I’m going to gather some information!” After saying that, 6058 huddled by the window and called in the system to enter the network of this world. To outsiders, it looked like a black kitten sunbathing on the windowsill.

Jingli wasn't idle either. After confirming that there was enough space on the windowsill and the black kitten wouldn't fall, she continued to slowly sort through her memories using her phone.

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【small theater】

Idiot: Me! Little dumpling! Sticky!

6058: Stick it on, stick it on, stick it on, stick it on!