I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

What's there to cry about in Chapter 134?

[Host has arrived!]

"Boss, one order of grilled skewers, please!"

"A beer!"

"okay!"

Dozens of barbecue tables lined the street, along with various snack stalls.

[Host! Host! Host!]

I know what you're thinking, we're broke.

But we have points!

"Thank you."

"Xiao Shen, you're here! Come and help us out, there are so many people today, we can't keep up with the demand."

"okay!"

Shen Qingqing quickly followed behind.

"This one is for guest number 12, and this one is for guest number 13."

"it is good!"

Carrying a heavy barbecue grill, I searched for table cards number 12 and 13 amidst the swirling smoke.

"Young Master, President Mu has instructed that you must attend this engagement ceremony."

Butler Li opened the car door and relayed the message.

What era are we living in? We all have cell phones now. Can't this sentence be sent by phone? Why does he, an old man, have to relay everything?

"Don't go."

He got into the car, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"My young master, please don't always get angry with President Mu. He's getting old after all. What if you get sick from getting angry?"

"Then die."

After saying this, Mu Jing closed his eyes and stopped talking.

After a flurry of activity, more than two hours had passed, and the work was finally finished.

Shen Qingqing was led to her place.

[Host, this place is way too small! It's not even fit for a human to live in.]

Shen Qingqing had no time to pay attention to the system.

Following my memory, I went into the bathroom to wash up.

Xiao Lan walked around the rented room. The room was small, with no kitchen, only a bathroom and a bedroom.

I think the host has never lived in such poor conditions in all the instances he has experienced.

However, the host has been acting strangely ever since arriving in this instance.

It doesn't know exactly what's strange, but there are some vague differences.

Ten p.m.

Waaaaah!

[Host, there seems to be... a sound!]

Yes, I'm very tired.

Then let's not go to work.

It's really tiring to attend classes during the day and work at night.

Xiao Lan was puzzled as she received no response for a long time.

Logically speaking, the host is a lazy person, and a lazy person wouldn't be able to do any work. Could it be that it has been misunderstanding her all along?

Waaaaaah—

Another burst of crying.

[Host, are you ignoring me because you're scared?]

【…】

However, the soundproofing is really bad.

When Shen Qingqing woke up the next day, she had dark circles under her eyes.

"Shen Qingqing, come here and translate this reading comprehension passage."

As soon as class started, Zhu Dan picked on Shen Qingqing to answer questions.

"What are you translating?! Weren't you paying attention in class?! Go stand at the back."

"Feng He, please stand up and translate this."

"Good teacher."

"What this sentence means is..."

Zhu Dan nodded, "Very good, as expected of classmate Feng He."

[Host, isn't her translation the same as yours?]

Are you being targeted?

Shen Qingqing stood obediently at the back of the classroom, leaning against the wall.

At that moment, Feng He turned her head and smiled at her.

You and Feng He used to be good friends, but for some reason, your relationship is now somewhat...

That was before; I wasn't the original owner of this body then, and we have no relationship now.

She doesn't really enjoy socializing and has no friends, only pre-existing interests.

What was the original owner's final fate?

In the system space, Xiao Lan smiled with her eyes narrowed, looking as if to say, "You've finally come to ask me."

[The original owner of this body, Shen Qingqing, committed suicide by jumping off a building.]

【fine. 】

What host did you say?

[Isn't that a relief? What else needs saving?]

"You're saying that..."

It cradled its head in its paws. [No, host, we're here to save those who can't jump.]

"Then I'll just not jump off the building."

Are you planning to spend your entire life in this instance?

"Then I might as well jump off a building."

"Shen Qingqing, come up and write this math problem."

In the blink of an eye, it was the last class.

Sometimes, during Mercury retrograde, I get picked for every class.

Shen Qingqing reluctantly moved to the podium.

Divide by three and five to set up an equation.

Stop writing when you reach the end of the solution.

"Finished writing?"

She nodded.

"Can't solve equations? How did you even get into high school?"

"Hahaha." Some of the male students below couldn't help but laugh.

This is the first time I've ever met someone who can't even solve an equation.

"Cross-multiplication".

The math teacher uttered a sentence.

Holding a piece of chalk, he drew circles on the blackboard.

The reason I can't solve it is because I don't know the cross-multiplication method.

She's bad at math; it's not that she can't do it, it's just that she doesn't know how to calculate.

"Teacher, she doesn't seem to know how to do cross multiplication."

"Hahaha."

Another burst of laughter followed.

She clearly sensed the original owner's shame and inferiority.

Even though it wasn't her own body, she could feel the suppressed disappointment emanating from her heart.

For oneself and for learning.

"Go down."

After putting down the chalk, Shen Qingqing returned to her seat. She didn't look at anyone else, only hearing the chirping of crickets around her.

I opened the notebook on the table.

"Let's continue with this question."

All of this was recorded by Feng He, who knew perfectly well that Shen Qingqing was bad at math.

She hated Shen Qingqing. She was just like herself, so why did she pretend not to care? She wanted to see if Shen Qingqing would still act the same way when everyone else abandoned her.

It was a tattered notebook; at first glance, you'd mistake it for a calculator.

"No one else is allowed to see this except myself."

The first page of the cover says...

I want to become a little smarter.

My brain is just slow; it works slowly and I'm slow to understand.

Should I not have gone to school?

I also hope to have a peaceful school life like everyone else.

But I don't know why these things have to happen to me.

I work so hard just so I can be as ordinary as everyone else.

I often wonder, what is the meaning of going to school?

This makes things even worse for someone as not very bright as me.

I studied hard, only to have my efforts dismissed with a dismissive comment that they were fake.

I don't know what to say about my parents...

I'm so tired...

I couldn't sleep; I couldn't sleep all night.

Listening to my classmates' conversations, I felt like they were talking about me.

It turns out that even an ordinary person's life is incredibly difficult for me...

Should I go home and get married?

What? What am I complaining about? I...

Why did you give birth to me...?

Life has no meaning...

Perhaps no one cares about me at all; I can only write these words in a notebook.

And who knows...?

I don't want to live anymore.

This is incredibly pretentious and disgusting.

I feel disgusted with myself.

The thick notebook was filled with complaints.

[Host, the original owner of this body is actually in a very tragic situation. Don't you want to help her?]

I'm in a terrible situation too.

Shen Qingqing held a piece of paper in her hand and rubbed it together.

Looking around at everything: Are you tired too?

Thump thump thump—heart beating.

He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on his hands.

Tick-tock—

Cry? What's there to cry about?

It was all fake; in the end, nothing happened.

Fine, I'll help you.

And... nothing else...

Shen Qingqing's mind was in complete chaos; she didn't know what she was saying, and even Xiao Lan couldn't see it clearly.

"Hey, do you have the contact information for those three people?"

She braced her arms against the table, stared at her hands, blew on her fingernails, and didn't look at Feng He beside her.

Feng He, who was posting the video, suddenly trembled.

She cautiously turned her head to look at Shen Qingqing, and only felt relieved when she saw that Shen Qingqing hadn't noticed.

"Shen Qingqing, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

"After school, on the rooftop, ask them to come out."

Shen Qingqing then turned her head, her dark eyes locking onto the unease on Feng He's face.

"well."

This person is acting strangely today. Why did she invite all of them by herself? I remember how timid Shen Qingqing was before.

She felt relieved. This time, you came to me yourself, so it's not my fault.