The Host Has Fallen for the Second Female Lead Again - Chapter 73

“I can’t believe a day would come when I’d have to worry about money,” Ji Mingxiao sighed once more, lamenting the unpredictable nature of life.

Xi Ruan also let out a sigh. “We’re already here. What can we do?”

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Ji Mingxiao stood beside Xi Ruan, looking at her in profile.

“The old me probably wouldn’t have, but now, I might give it a chance.” Xi Ruan felt that the probability of her standing here and the probability of reincarnation being real were about the same. It was just a shame she likely wouldn’t get to experience it again.

“If you had to choose, would you rather be here or continue to be reincarnated?”

Xi Ruan was silent for a few seconds, thinking about the question seriously. “It doesn’t feel like there’s much of a difference. To me, both are foreign places.”

She glanced at Ji Mingxiao. “What about you?”

“I might have chosen reincarnation before, but now I think staying here isn’t bad either.” Ji Mingxiao grinned at Xi Ruan, flashing a perfect eight-toothed smile.

Xi Ruan’s face flushed. She pursed her lips and randomly selected a task on the screen. “Stop smiling.”

“You’re going to tell me what to do with my smile now?”

“It makes me want to hit you.”

Ji Mingxiao leaned in. “Could you really lay a hand on a face as handsome as mine?”

“Why not?” Xi Ruan raised her hand and pulled at Ji Mingxiao’s cheek.

A few people not far away were watching them.

“Didn’t she not like getting close to people here?”

“That’s Ji Mingxiao.”

“She really does look a bit like you.”

“To be honest, the other one is better-looking.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?!”

“Ji Mingxiao seems to be a Special Tasker. I just heard her say she wanted an S-rank mission.”

“I really want to steal her identity.”

…

Ji Mingxiao turned her head and looked in their direction. She immediately saw the person who looked like her. Their eyes met, and Ji Mingxiao’s gaze went cold before she turned her head back.

She looked at Xi Ruan. What exactly happened back then? Why were those people still staring at Xi Ruan? According to the system’s algorithm, more than a hundred years had passed for those people. Why were they still fixated on Xi Ruan?

Oblivious, Xi Ruan didn’t notice anyone staring at her. Ji Mingxiao walked her back before returning.

Even though Xi Ruan had much more experience here than she did, Ji Mingxiao still worried about her.

She left Xi Ruan’s side, and after a few steps, someone grabbed her.

“Ji Mingxiao?”

Ji Mingxiao looked at the people in front of her. “Excuse me, who are you?”

“My name is Su Hui,” said the woman who bore some resemblance to Ji Mingxiao.

“So, is there something you need?” Ji Mingxiao’s expression and tone made the people in front of her very uncomfortable, as if they were being looked down on.

“I just wanted to get to know you. Ruan Ruan must have mentioned me to you,” Su Hui said.

Ji Mingxiao narrowed her eyes, looked at the other woman, and scoffed. “She did mention you. You taught her that there are more bad people in this world than she thought. You tore apart the beautiful illusion I built for her. You’re absolutely fantastic.”

As she spoke, Ji Mingxiao raised her hand and clapped three times.

“Is there anything else you’d like to say? I have no interest in getting to know you. My social circle has always been strictly controlled, both in life and in death.” Ji Mingxiao took a step back.

Su Hui’s face darkened.

“It’s precisely because you’re not close with her that you’re calling her ‘Ruan Ruan’ in front of me, trying to create the illusion that you are,” Ji Mingxiao smiled. “Do you think I’d get angry?”

“I am quite angry, actually. You trash made her unhappy.”

“Ji Mingxiao, do you think this is still your old world? Don’t be so arrogant. We know your name now, and there’s a lot we can do,” Su Hui said.

“Oh, go right ahead then,” Ji Mingxiao’s face was all smiles, but she was already in contact with the system.

“Did you get all that on camera?”

“I did,” System A replied.

“Okay, help me apply for personal protection, and also, report them for harassment,” Ji Mingxiao shot them a disdainful look and walked past them. “Look at them. They don’t respect you systems at all.”

Trying to do something bad and then announcing it to everyone? There had to be something wrong with their brains. She’d expected them to be a real challenge, but they were just useless.

System A: …

It didn’t even know how to describe the situation.

Ji Mingxiao’s attitude was so arrogant and her stride so powerful that it made Su Hui and her group hesitate, wondering if she had some kind of trump card.

In reality, Ji Mingxiao was just bluffing with an “empty fort strategy.” Even if she had nothing, she couldn’t lose on swagger.

The personal protection was approved quickly; after all, she was a Special Tasker. Su Hui’s group also received a complaint notice and a warning that all their actions would be monitored for the next month.

As she was preparing for her next task, Ji Mingxiao sneezed.

She knew without a doubt that Su Hui and her friends were cursing her out.

Ji Mingxiao smiled, lying down on the bed, feeling very comfortable.

They wanted to watch her? Now they could experience what it felt like to be watched.

“Host, you’re so ruthless.”

It was rare for anyone to use the personal protection feature. Of course, most people didn’t know someone was trying to harm them, but these few people were truly a bit too stupid.

“Didn’t you already know that?” Ji Mingxiao yawned and closed her eyes. “Hurry up. Next mission.”

“Okay.” System A was resigned. Whatever. Even if Ji Mingxiao didn’t like to follow the rules for tasks, she was at least very proactive about them. That was a positive.

System A tried to comfort itself with this thought.

When Ji Mingxiao opened her eyes again, she found herself sitting in a library. The surroundings were very quiet. She glanced at the book in front of her; it was a textbook.

She took out her phone, turned on the front camera, and carefully examined her face. Sure enough, she was still a beauty, but for some reason, her face carried a subtle hint of melancholy.

This world was an S-rank world.

The thought of those 10,000 points gave Ji Mingxiao a lot more motivation.

The original host’s name was Chu Qing. She had just started her third year of college, was an outstanding student, and had been the top liberal arts student in K province on her college entrance exam. She was the secretary of the Student Union’s Public Relations Department. Her family was well-off; both her parents were lawyers. However, she was studying literature, and her parents were fairly lenient with her, so she lived a relatively carefree life. Her monthly allowance was about 3,000 yuan.

3,000 yuan was a lot for an average college student, but for Ji Mingxiao, it felt incredibly small.

Ji Mingxiao checked the bank account balance. There was still a little over 30,000 yuan left. Chu Qing had earned a lot of scholarship money, plus prize money from various competitions, as well as a large school reward for being the top student. All together, she should have had over 100,000 yuan, but now only 30,000 was left. She’d spent over 100,000 in a single year.

Most of that money wasn’t spent on herself. Eighty percent of it had been used by her “scum” girlfriend, Jian Huanhuan.

Jian Huanhuan was a year younger, a sophomore, and the head of the Public Relations Department. She was a French major and was a head taller than Chu Qing. She was also a member of the women’s basketball team, playing small forward. She had a shoulder-length bob but usually tied a small ponytail on top of her head. She looked like the type of person who was always bright and cheerful.

Chu Qing and Jian Huanhuan had been together for a year and a half. Looking at the history of their relationship, Ji Mingxiao could only describe it as classic PUA.

In Chu Qing’s eyes, she felt unworthy of Jian Huanhuan. Jian Huanhuan used her words to repeatedly hurt Chu Qing, driving her so low that she was practically in the dust. By her senior year, Chu Qing had developed severe depression and had a tendency to self-harm. Jian Huanhuan also had some twisted habits during their intimate moments, which were another form of torment for Chu Qing.

Ji Mingxiao closed the book and put it back in its original place. Just thinking about that scene made her feel sick.

It was Wednesday, and she had class in the evening.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and left the library. The sun was still quite strong outside. As a delicate girl, Chu Qing always carried a sun umbrella in her bag.

Ji Mingxiao returned to the dorm and went to the bathhouse to take a shower. She spent half an hour in there but still couldn’t help but throw up when she came out, scaring her roommates. She naturally had to ask for a leave of absence for her evening class.

System A was stunned.

“Host, I thought you had a pretty strong stomach.”

“Heh.” Ji Mingxiao lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling. Just as she was about to fall asleep, she heard someone calling her from the bunk below.

She turned her head and saw a head pop up—it was Jian Huanhuan, and she looked especially creepy in the dark.

Ji Mingxiao shrieked. Her hand moved faster than her brain, and she threw a punch, landing it squarely on the other person’s face.

Jian Huanhuan fell directly off the ladder.

System A: ???

“Qingqing?”

“Huanhuan?” Ji Mingxiao had already come to her senses after the punch. She had to admit, it felt a little good, even though her own hand hurt a bit. She still managed to put on a hesitant act.

“Mmm…”

“Are you okay?” Ji Mingxiao leaned her head over the side of the bed. Jian Huanhuan got up from the floor. “I’m sorry, I thought you were a bad person. I couldn’t see clearly.”

“I’m fine.” Jian Huanhuan rubbed her face, sucking in a breath. She turned on the light. “Your punch is surprisingly powerful.”

Ji Mingxiao bit her lip, looking at her. “I’m so sorry.”

“Are you okay? Your roommate told me you threw up.”

“I’m fine. I might have just caught a cold.” Ji Mingxiao quietly lowered her head. She was afraid she’d laugh if she saw Jian Huanhuan’s bruised eye.

“Do you have a fever?”

“No.”

“I bought some congee. Want to eat a little?” Jian Huanhuan continued to ask.

Ji Mingxiao shook her head. “I can’t eat.” Seeing you makes me want to throw up. There’s no way I’m eating. This was the most disgusting woman she’d encountered since Zhuo Xi. If she could, she’d want to punch her again.

“Maybe you should go back first. I’m really not feeling well today. I just want to lie down.”

Jian Huanhuan looked at Ji Mingxiao. “But you can’t not eat. I skipped class to buy you dinner. Isn’t it rude if you don’t eat it?”

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