After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

Chapter 145 1 Point Transition

Lin Ze'an does know something now, but not much.

After making such an inference, Yuan Zhuoyue felt a little relieved. After all, ignorance is bliss.

Based on what she had learned about this world in the past seven days, even she herself still felt a lingering fear.

If he didn't know that this world was able to maintain its apparent peace thanks to the help from visitors from different worlds, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that he would be even more anxious and uneasy.

Even those victims who were involved in [Filth] and related incidents, those who experienced strange situations.

They don’t know that the world they live in today is already full of cracks, and under the erosion of negative energy, it has become precarious and is about to collapse.

She felt that she was faced with a situation where she knew a lot but was helpless and could do nothing.

The hardships and troubles brought about are not particularly acute, but they are extremely painful.

It's like a tiny burr that's embedded in the skin and flesh. Usually it just causes a little discomfort, but when I remember to touch and caress it with my hand,

When the burr is pushed, it can produce a pain that is not sharp but cannot be ignored.

It is not unbearable, but it is difficult to eliminate, making those who suffer from it feel extremely tormented.

Yuan Zhuoyue also didn't know what role he, who represented a very valuable existence in the actions of others, would play in the end.

She didn't know it, but it was following her like a little golden cube in a colander.

Now it's like a blank document, there's nothing useful in it, and I don't know anything.

The only planner who knew the whole picture had spent a lot of effort and traveled thousands of miles not long before her.

I returned home with a clear goal in mind. Just when I thought we could meet and solve the doubts in my heart, I suddenly exchanged places with her.

I don’t know where she is now. All that’s left is the small golden cube like a colander that has been with her like a pendant from the beginning to the end.

While Yuan Zhuoyue's thoughts were in a mess, Yin Mangmang had already returned. She did not buy the hairpins that she had been holding on her head for a long time.

Instead, he was carrying a palm-sized light-colored paper box filled with transparent plastic printed with a squinting lucky cat, although he had no idea what was inside.

But judging from the several plastic forks placed in the bag, there should be some kind of food in it.

Yin Mangmang ran over to the two of them carrying a plastic bag, then took out the paper packaging box from the bag and placed it on the guardrail by the lake.

He couldn't wait to open the fastener on the paper box, and the opening that was closed like a flower bud immediately opened up to reveal the contents.

It is a square piece of tiramisu.

Lin Ze'an took a look at this rather large dessert and couldn't help but ask in doubt: "Didn't you just eat too much?"

"That's all. It's enough if we divide it among three of us. It won't be a problem!" Yin Mangmang said as she started to move her hands. She first tore off two sides of the open paper box.

Then he took out three small forks from the plastic bag, pointed the forks at the tiramisu on the guardrail, and after moving them twice, he drew a few light marks on it.

He then started to use the fork in his hand to fiddle with the tiramisu. After some effort, he finally divided the tiramisu into three equal pieces of similar size.

Then Yin Mangmang started to move left and right, holding a fork in each hand, and scooped out a small piece that had been divided and placed it on the paper box that had been torn off earlier.

After stabbing it with a fork, he turned the first portion of dessert over to Yuan Zhuoyue and said, "When I was watching short videos before, I kept seeing this stall owner. I was thinking of going out to play today, and I just happened to see the video he posted."

"I sent a private message to the boss, asking her if she could save a piece for me. She already saved one for me, so I couldn't break my promise." Yin Mangmang urged, "Try it and see how it tastes. I saw the videos she posted before, and the customer feedback and reviews in the comment section were all pretty good."

Then he handed another piece of tiramisu to Lin Ze'an, and finally took his own portion, which he devoured in just three or two bites.

Finally, he smacked his lips and said with some satisfaction: "It tastes similar to those in chain cake shops, not bad... I can try other flavors next time."

After taking a bite, Yuan Zhuoyue nodded, agreeing with his friend's words.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Ze'an said, "It's OK, not sweet."

Yuan Zhuoyue is different from these two people who have too much energy. Most of the time, she doesn't have any strong desire to go somewhere to play.

Generally speaking, after work, she would go straight home, unless invited by colleagues or friends, then she would consider going out with them.

Lin Ze'an has an annual membership card at the gym. Except when he is on duty, he takes out about an hour every day to do some exercise.

Even if I don’t go to the gym, I will go hiking or play badminton with colleagues and friends.

Yin Mangmang, on the other hand, is able to accurately learn the time and location of comic exhibitions or Hanfu events held in the city, and unless she is unable to switch shifts with other colleagues, she can basically attend every event.

There were even a few times when, after finishing a night shift, I would rush to the venue of the event, carrying the equipment I had prepared long ago.

And every time this happened, Yuan Zhuoyue felt that he was a little out of place with the two of them, who seemed to have endless energy.

Although she was still in elementary school, her grandfather took her to his card-playing friends and taught her martial arts for a period of time.

But that was mainly to let her exercise more, rather than to train her to be a martial arts master.

Because the expected goal was very low, and the old master who taught her martial arts felt that she was too weak to practice casually, so he didn't make it too difficult for her.

Yuan Zhuoyue also understood his own level. Although his fancy moves could indeed fool one or two people, those tricks and routines were mainly for show and did not have much lethality.

After she went to college, she gradually forgot about this sport.

After joining the work, in addition to performing at various holiday parties in the hospital, the head nurse also reported it as the department's program.

Yuan Zhuoyue usually doesn't exercise every day. She would only take the props and weapons piled on the balcony, which were covered with a layer of dust, and tinker with them for ten or twenty minutes whenever she thought of it.

And after that, the enthusiasm fades and those things are thrown aside.

Therefore, her previous level of physical fitness was naturally inferior to that of Lin Ze'an, who exercised in his spare time every day, and Yin Mangmang, who ran cross-country with weights like a special forces soldier every now and then in order to participate in various activities.

But now it is very different from before.

Yuan Zhuoyue could clearly sense that although her body had been suffering from "illness" in recent days, it was actually caused by those [filth].

She looked paler and thinner than before, even skinny and with a sickly look.

But she could feel that she was becoming more and more destructive, as if she could destroy many things easily.

Especially this time, when her soul was stuffed into another body and spent another seven days there before returning to her own body.

That feeling becomes clearer and clearer.

It seemed as if she could easily destroy everything as long as she wanted.