After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 81

“Of course, Fang Qingying knew about the reality show ‘Come On, Let’s Team Up and Explore,’ but what she really wanted to understand was the meaning behind the voice in her head.

After much thought, she still couldn’t figure it out.

Lying on the bed, her long hair spread across the pure white pillow, Fang Qingying pretended to be fast asleep while actually chatting with 888.

Fang Qingying: 888, come out! Hurry up! I know you’re there.

Her frantic shouting startled 888, who immediately logged out of the system forum and appeared.

888: Are you trying to summon a ghost?

Not long ago, she had found it annoying and would occasionally toss it into the “black room.” To avoid trouble, 888 preferred to block itself rather than be thrown into the black room.

So what was going on now? Why was she shouting so loudly? Was she trying to scare someone to death?

Fang Qingying frowned slightly: Where have you been? Why haven’t you been speaking lately?

She had almost started to believe she was a person without a system.

This just showed how utterly useless the 888 system was.

888: Blame me? Could you stop obsessing over limited-edition stuff? And I haven’t even mentioned your mission progress yet! And now you’re yelling at me?

Faced with Fang Qingying’s barrage of questions, 888 felt deeply wronged, as if it were a case of “snow in June”, completely unjust.

[Ding! Progress on “Cuckolding the Male Lead”: 30%.]

888: Not bad, huh? It increased?

Compared to the previous progress bar, it felt quite relieved.

Fang Qingying: Never mind that. I want to ask you a question. What does August 14th mean?

From the original host’s memories, there was no mention of this date, which made her a bit worried. If it were something important, there was no reason she would forget it.

888: How would I know? It’s a memo you wrote yourself.

888’s electronic voice carried a hint of confusion as it checked the timestamp, which seemed a bit off.

888: You wrote it yourself, and the timestamp is August 15th of the same year.

After seeing the date, it began to wonder if it was malfunctioning due to age. Was this some kind of strange bug?

Could this be the legendary letter from the future?

Hearing this, Fang Qingying found it absurd, yet it also made a strange kind of sense.

After all, if she could transmigrate into a book, why couldn’t there be a letter from the future?

In the end, neither she nor the system could come up with an answer, and they hastily ended the conversation.

In the following days, Gu Shengxiao clearly noticed that Fang Qingying was frequently distracted. Especially as August 14th drew closer, she seemed completely lost in thought.

August 13th.

On the film set.

“Cut!” Director Xu clapped the clapperboard and shouted through a megaphone, “Fang Qingying, what are you doing? You’re supposed to fly down on the wire, not just stand there motionless!”

From Director Xu’s perspective, Fang Qingying stood on a high platform in her costume, with soft mats below and a crowd of extras surrounding them.

In other words, everyone was waiting for Fang Qingying to fly down on the wire, but she just stood there, frozen.

The filming was nearing its conclusion, and if they finished this scene today, Fang Qingying could wrap up tomorrow.

But given her current state, if things continued like this, not only would she fail to wrap up tomorrow, she might not even finish today’s scenes.”

In the original work of “Su Yue Zhuan,” the Flower Palace Master’s ending is that after helping the male and female leads resolve their issues, she remains alone, longing for the owner of the jade pendant and never again stepping beyond the gates of Hua Lan Palace.

Since the original author did not provide a clear explanation, many fans believe the Flower Palace Master is a devoted and affectionate supporting female character. She willingly distances herself from the male and female leads to ensure their love flourishes, never disturbing them again, yet ends up living out her life in solitude.

Some fans, however, feel this kind of sentiment is not worth it. They think the Flower Palace Master is practically a perfect “tool character” she shows up to help when needed, but when the male and female leads are enjoying their sweet moments, her feelings are completely overlooked.

When the original author mentioned adding more plotlines for the Flower Palace Master, many fans expressed a desire for her not to end up alone and lonely, hoping instead that she would find someone to be with.

Currently, Fang Qingying is filming a scene where the Flower Palace Master deals with the villains. Once that’s resolved, she will return to Hua Lan Palace.

Hearing the voice, Fang Qingying slowly snapped back to reality and quickly apologized, “Sorry, Director Xu.”

As the days drew nearer, she still had no clue, which made her increasingly anxious.

Reminded by Director Xu, Fang Qingying had no choice but to refocus and concentrate on filming.

This morning, Gu Shengxiao had no scenes scheduled, and tomorrow afternoon, she wouldn’t be filming either.

Somehow, this thought suddenly crossed Fang Qingying’s mind. It felt as if she had grasped something, but she couldn’t quite hold onto it.

After the wire rigging was rechecked and confirmed to be safe, Fang Qingying gave Director Xu an “OK” signal.

Holding an ice-blue longsword in her slender, jade-like fingers, she stood atop a high platform, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the crowd below.

Fang Qingying leaped lightly.

“Cut! Take a break, we’ll continue in the afternoon.” Director Xu clapped the board, called out, and then sat in front of the camera to review the previously shot footage.

Fang Qingying stood on the ground as a crew member came over to remove the wire rigging from her.

While undoing it, a female crew member seemed to have pulled the wrong wire, causing Fang Qingying to gasp sharply in pain.

This hurts so much?

The thought instantly crossed her mind.

The original host’s pampered body seemed to be experiencing wire rigging for the first time. No wonder it hurt so much after so many takes, bruises were likely forming.

Gao Tian, appearing from somewhere, brought a bottle of medicated wine and asked, “How about waiting for Teacher Gu to come and rub it for you?”

She looked at Fang Qingying with concern. To be honest, if she were to rub the medicated wine on Fang Qingying herself, she’d probably end up with two people “coming after her.”

Since Gu Shengxiao would be arriving on set soon and filming wouldn’t start immediately, it seemed fitting to let her handle it.

“Alright then?” Fang Qingying agreed, taking the medicated wine from her.

She carried the medicated wine and headed to the dressing room. Since it was her private dressing room, she often rested there whenever she didn’t have scenes to film.

Sitting in a chair in the dressing room, Fang Qingying sent a message to Gu Shengxiao. However, every slight movement tugged at her bruised spots, making her eyes redden and glisten with unshed tears.

Unfortunately, no one was there to see it.

Before long, Fang Qingying grew incredibly drowsy, as if someone were whispering in her ear, urging her to sleep.

She leaned back in the chair, her head nodding off bit by bit. Then, she tilted her body sideways, resting her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes as she drifted into sleep.

Boom, rumble.

Outside, the sky was gloomy, occasionally accompanied by the sounds of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Fang Qingying sat dazedly on the steps, watching as the rain outside gradually intensified. It was as if the heavens were angry, pouring down all the water at once.

The rain didn’t let up; instead, it grew heavier and heavier. The relentless pitter-patter of the raindrops grated on her nerves.

Fang Qingying rubbed her eyes, feeling somewhat bewildered. Hadn’t she just fallen asleep in the dressing room?

Could it be that she had entered another dream?

She shifted her body, stiff from sitting for so long, and struggled to stand up by holding onto the railing. Her calves trembled, and her entire body felt weak, but an instinct deep inside urged her to leave this place.

Fang Qingying bit her lip, using both hands to grip the railing and leaning most of her weight against it as she forced herself to descend. A voice in her heart kept urging her to leave, to go somewhere.

If not for that, she thought, she wouldn’t have to exert so much effort to move. The feeling of her body being out of control was utterly unbearable.

When she reached the last step, her face showed hesitation. Taking this step meant not only losing the support of the railing but also getting drenched by the rain.

Yes, there was only one path before her: to leave the shelter of the house and step into the torrential downpour.

She didn’t hesitate for long. Her body instinctively took a step forward. In an instant, the storm engulfed her completely.

The rain soaked her hair, and her thin clothes clung tightly to her skin. Blinded by the rain, Fang Qingying gritted her teeth and pressed forward.

She walked aimlessly until a sound reached her ears, the noise of a car crashing into something.

Bang!

The loud noise jolted Fang Qingying awake. She turned around and saw a car that had crashed into a wall not far away.

It was a silver-white car. Since it hadn’t slowed down before the collision, the entire front end was smashed beyond recognition.

Fang Qingying’s heart sank. With the car so badly deformed, could the driver possibly have survived?

As this thought took root, she found the silver-white car strangely familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Where had she seen it?

Fang Qingying frowned. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she rushed toward the car as if her life depended on it.

Summoning strength from who knows where, she managed to wrench the car door open. Inside, sitting in the driver’s seat, was someone she knew extremely well.

The car’s safety mechanisms were severely damaged, but they had still managed to protect the person in some way. However, due to the suddenness of the accident, the person had only fallen unconscious.

If they remained in the leaking car, the result would be a fiery death.

With trembling hands, Fang Qingying tried to remove the safety restraints and pull the person out.

But something bizarre happened: her hands passed right through the other person’s body. She couldn’t grasp them.

At the same time, a familiar voice came from behind, one that sounded exactly like her own.

Fang Qingying turned to look.

There stood an identical version of herself, accompanied by a little girl. They were coldly watching everything unfold.

“Fang Qingying” asked the little girl beside her impatiently, “Is it done yet? How much longer do I have to stay here?”

Hearing the accusatory tone, the little girl retorted irritably, “Shut up, you’re the one who’s incompetent. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t be moving this slowly.”

“Beibei, I can’t wait to leave. Dealing with those two women of fortune is no easy task,” ‘Fang Qingying’ touched her face and said unhappily.

“The extraction of fortune is still in progress. Be careful not to let the world’s consciousness take advantage of any loopholes,” the girl called ‘Beibei’ lifted her hand and casually tapped a few times in the air before instructing.

“Tsk, what’s there to be afraid of? One is in my hands, and the other is lying over there. The world’s consciousness won’t recognize that I’m an imposter,” ‘Fang Qingying’ sneered, “Beibei, your schemes are really effective.”

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