Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

“This Fang Yan is really interesting.” 6058 glanced at him with cat-like eyes. “The original owner probably didn’t even realize he had fallen into his trap before he left.”

Jingli nodded. The hospital's air conditioning was set too low, and he got goosebumps on his arms.

It was something he had never felt before.

He crossed his arms and rubbed them together.

6058 meowed and waved its paw outside the window: "Don't be afraid, little fish, Mommy's here. I'll never let my silly little one get bullied!"

Jingli was amused by its actions and obediently replied, "Thank you, Mommy."

"Snoring!"

Raising a child for a thousand days is all for this moment!

He was thoroughly satisfied with the 6058 million points, sat up straight, and asked:

"So you want to debut? I've checked, and this Chen Zhixian seems credible. Judging from the original timeline, this group has a pretty good future."

Jingli nodded: "It should have belonged to the original owner, so why didn't it debut?"

6058 expressed his appreciation, but he had to give Jingli a heads-up: "I don't know why this world is currently polluted, or to what extent. So we may have to be prepared to take it one step at a time."

He wagged his tail and rubbed his head against the closed glass window: "There might be danger."

Jingli lowered her head, taking a moment to process what 6058 had said.

"In other words, whether you debut or not, there will be danger in this world."

6058 was taken aback. He thought Jingli was just an egg with strong adaptability, but he didn't expect it to be so intelligent.

"If that's the case, then we should definitely debut. At least we'll get paid if we debut, and with that money, we can do more things."

6058 grinned, its little cat-like face relaxing into a wide smile.

"Okay," he couldn't help but meow, "I'll listen to you."

·

After the observation in Jingli was completed, Chen Zhixian returned.

After fiddling with 6058 for a while, Jingli's dizziness and nausea symptoms had basically disappeared, and her memory was slowly recovering. The brain CT scan showed no bleeding, and the doctor said she could be discharged and come back for a follow-up examination after resting for a period of time.

Chen Zhixian carefully wrote down the precautions on his phone, and Jingli tilted her head to look at him, feeling even more trust in him.

After being discharged from the hospital, Chen Zhixian offered to take Jingli out to eat. Jingli, who had already made plans, readily agreed and also packed a steamed fish for 6058.

·

"If I agree to debut, what do I need to do?" After dinner, Jingli sat upright and asked Chen Zhixian, "I heard that training costs a lot of money, and I don't have any money right now."

Chen Zhixian didn't expect Jingli's feedback to come so quickly. He slapped his forehead and took out his phone: "I'll send you a new copy of the contract. Take a look at it. I've already told you the terms. We'll start with a B-level contract. We can talk about it later."

Jingli also took out her phone and checked the online contract sent by Chen Zhixian.

"You don't need to worry about the money. The company already knows about your situation. We will give you a certain subsidy before the portfolio generates profits."

6058 had just slipped into Jingli's coat bag while the two were being discharged from the hospital, and was currently helping Jingli review the contract.

"The contract is fine."

After he finished speaking, Jingli conveniently signed his electronic signature on the contract, and then signed a paper copy, which basically confirmed the matter.

After confirming the details, Chen Zhixian expressed his deepest gratitude and drove Jingli home.

The original owner's residence was located at the border between the city and the suburbs.

The city is bustling and lively, while the suburbs are calm and peaceful. The two can transition smoothly, but occasionally a few incongruous neighborhoods will suddenly squeeze in between them, which are the neighborhoods where the original owner lived.

These neighborhoods are typically densely populated, with old houses and resettlement housing packed together, lacking any aesthetic appeal.

There were many people, but the atmosphere was very quiet and lively. Even the restaurants on the street had the same brand, and it seemed that no one was willing to spend time on aesthetics and comfort.

Pedestrians hurried along the street, their expressions numb, a palpable sense of oppression pervading the air.

Some self-proclaimed "elites" jokingly call this place the "walking corpse zone." Unlike the slums, the people here aren't necessarily poor, but they certainly live like a group of alienated human cogs in a machine.

The original owner's family rented a place in an old neighborhood in this "corpse-walking street". After urban planning, the main road was adjusted, and to enter the neighborhood, one must first pass through a dirty alley.

Chen Zhixian couldn't drive in, so he had to park outside. He looked at Jingli with a complicated expression, and after a long while, he finally said:

"You...would you like to pack up a bit and move into the dorm today?"

His expression seemed to say: Child, I never imagined you were living such a miserable life.

Jingli thought back and realized that it was almost time to pay the rent this month. If she moved out now, she could save some rent and get her deposit back. Although it wasn't much, it was better than nothing.

"Sorry to trouble you."

The original owner was a polite and well-mannered child, and Jingli inherited this trait through her memories.

The two walked together through the alley and entered the residential area.

The old building's white walls had a tinge of dirty yellow, and the sparse greenery made the entire courtyard lifeless.

This old neighborhood has a poor layout. The buildings are arranged neatly like mahjong tiles, surrounding the four sides. In the middle, a row of single-story buildings is arranged in a way that makes the most of the available space. The original owner used to live here with his grandmother.

Each room is 30 square meters. Apart from the toilet and kitchen, the remaining space can only fit a narrow bunk bed, a desk, a bookcase, a small wardrobe, and a few stacked plastic chairs, barely enough room to stand.

Jingli felt heavy-hearted.

Images flashed through my mind—an old man sitting on a plastic chair, hunched over, using his thighs as a table.

She revealed a large piece of meat in her bowl and said seriously, "Grandma gave you more meat than you, so you can eat it on the table. I'll clean up when you're done. Make sure you finish it all and don't waste any. After you're done, go practice your dance, and I'll clean up."

Jingli gleaned some information from the original owner's subconscious: the thin slice of meat was covered with cabbage, and the good stuff was left on the table.

Jingli followed her memories to the desk, where a small notebook lay open—her grandmother's account book.

I can save some money by collecting bottles today, and I can save some more money by helping someone run a shop tomorrow. Every expense will lead to a new plan for spending money. The biggest expenses are rent and sending my grandson to dance class.

Next to the ledger was a stack of money, colorful but neatly arranged, totaling several hundred yuan.

It seems that the grandmother hid the account book and money somewhere, and the original owner only discovered them when sorting through her belongings.

The page I turned to was soaked with water. The original owner probably cried when she turned to this page, and now, new tears are falling down in a steady stream.

—These are the emotions of the original owner.

The emotions were so intense and suppressed that Jingli couldn't control herself and cried like a drowning puppy.

The room was small, so Chen Zhixian stood outside waiting for him. 6058 poked its head out of the bag and rubbed against Jingli's index finger.

This dilapidated little house held everything the original owner had grown up in, but his grandmother's death made him lose everything.

These remaining traces, which will never be updated, will magnify and merge every detail of the past, present, and future, tearing the original owner's immature heart to pieces.

And now, Jingli, this egg that has just hatched, is experiencing the pain of separation and death.

6058 swung its tail at Jingli's hand, but didn't offer any words of comfort. Instead, it waited for him to process the situation, since it was all human nature and Jingli needed to learn how to handle it.

Learning to experience emotions by "feeling other people's emotions" is undoubtedly much gentler than experiencing them yourself.