The unfamiliar surroundings gave Ling Ning an oddly familiar feeling—she knew exactly where every shop was, as if she’d lived here for years. It was a strange sensation.
First, she headed to the nearby market to buy so ingredients, then stopped by a breakfast stall to get two als. Despite seeing her thin wallet swell a bit, Ling Ning felt no joy at all.
After climbing back up the stairs and returning to the room, Ling Ning saw Ling Ye still lying in bed with no intention of getting up.
Ling Ning sighed and smiled helplessly, walking over to the bed with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She reached out and pinched Ling Ye's little nose. It didn't take long before Ling Ye, unable to endure it any longer, slowly opened her eyes. The mont she saw the culprit, she grabbed Ling Ning's finger and bit down on it.
"Ow, that hurts! You actually bit !"
Ling Ning regretted it—she shouldn’t have teased her daughter like that. Who would've thought she'd actually bite down? It really hurt!
Ling Ye shot a glare at Ling Ning before reluctantly letting go. Ling Ning instinctively put her finger in her mouth, only to notice sothing off. When she looked up, she found Ling Ye staring at her with an expression that could only be described as "the hentai look."
"N-no! It's not what you think! Let explain!"
Ling Ning tried to explain herself, but Ling Ye had already run into the bathroom to wash up, leaving Ling Ning standing there, feeling awkward.
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After breakfast, Ling Ye announced that she was going over to a friend's place to play. Ling Ning nodded absentmindedly, her mind occupied with thoughts of how to make money. Once Ling Ye left, Ling Ning grabbed her wallet and went out as well.
She headed to a nearby internet café. Since it was still sumr vacation, the café was bustling with business. However, Ling Ning noticed plenty of elentary school kids around, which didn't bode well for the café's reputation.
Most of the kids were playing a MOBA ga called "Ruo-a-Ruo," which seed quite similar to the "League of Legends" from her previous life. Listening to them swearing and hurling insults at each other's families, Ling Ning couldn’t help but worry for their future.
She also spotted her favorite ga from her previous life. You know, the one where a bunch of handso guys and beautiful ladies gathered together, and when things escalated, they pulled out weapons and started shooting each other—sotis even gorillas joined in. The one where everyone was dressed skimpily, emphasizing certain, uh, aspects of the human figure... it was called Over... sothing.
Honestly, Ling Ning hadn't expected this world to have that ga too. She resisted the urge to indulge her eager "gar arm." Today, she was here to do research, not to ga her heart out.
Choosing a secluded spot, she settled in and started carefully searching for information.
As ti passed, Ling Ning's expression grew darker. She had initially thought she could at least copy so books like other reincarnators. But reality was cruel—Jin Yong, Gu Long, all of them existed here. Every novel she had read in her previous life was here, and even the "Four Great Classics" had turned into the "Five Great Classics."
This was ridiculous—plagiarizing would have been so easy. Writing her own content would take ntal effort, and there was no guarantee anyone would read it. Sotis, her ideas would stall, delaying her drafts, and then her editor would be after her. And when that happened, there'd be no ti to enjoy herself.
"Sigh~"
Ling Ning sighed in frustration. And it wasn't just novels—music was the sa. Though she only casually skimd through, it was clear that every song from her past life existed here, along with many she had never heard before.
She wanted to smash the mouse—what kind of lousy cheat was this? Wasn't she supposed to be a transmigrator? Where was her cheat code or so kind of advantage? How was she supposed to make it here?
"Could it be that I'm still in my original world?"
With that unsettling thought, Ling Ning searched for information on Ling Xing. To her surprise, she found sothing. The photo showed a beefy guy wearing a prison uniform, radiating an unmistakable "philosophical aura."
Ling Ning closed the webpage imdiately after seeing it. There was no way she was the perpetrator of the "Serial Assault and Murder Case."
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"Ugh!"
Frustrated, Ling Ning ruffled her hair, leaving her previously smooth locks in disarray. The boy next to her, who was engrossed in "Overwatch," jumped at the sudden outburst, realizing for the first ti that the person sitting next to him was a beautiful young girl. He hadn’t even noticed as an enemy Reaper flanked and eliminated his character.
An entire day, and she hadn’t found a way to make money. Everything was just as it had been in her past life—except with a slightly higher tolerance for explicit content. Otherwise, it was practically identical, aside from a few strange geographical locations.
On the world map, Ling Ning found so odd places, like "Mount Crossdress" and "Strait of Crossdress," as well as the "Undying Street" with its honest, unsophisticated people, and the warm and welcoming "Old Yharnam." Fortunately, none of them were in China, or she’d have to start worrying about her own safety.
Quietly logging off, Ling Ning realized she would have to find a regular job.
When she stepped out of the internet café, it was already getting dark. No wonder her stomach felt a little empty—she’d forgotten to eat lunch.
She should head back to cook. Ling Ye would be ho soon.
"Help! Robbery!"
Suddenly, a panicked voice ca from not far away. Ling Ning turned towards the noise and saw a young woman chasing a man. But those high heels clearly weren’t doing her any favors.
As luck would have it, the robber was running straight toward her. Ling Ning, who had plenty of pent-up frustration, casually picked up a brick from the side of the road and hurled it forward.
The robber obviously hadn’t anticipated anyone intervening. The brick struck him squarely, causing a fountain of nosebleed as he collapsed to the ground, wailing in pain. Ling Ning walked over and picked up the bag he had dropped. Though she didn’t know much about fashion, the quality spoke for itself—it was no cheap knock-off. No wonder he targeted it.
"Th-thank you."
A few monts later, the young woman caught up, gasping for breath as she thanked Ling Ning. The money wasn’t the issue; it was the IDs inside—replacing them would’ve been such a hassle.
"Just doing my part," Ling Ning said with a nonchalant wave as she handed the bag back. She took the chance to take a good look at the young woman in front of her.
Her long, wavy hair was clearly well taken care of, her enchanting eyes carrying a hint of sothing indescribable—enough allure to be captivating but not vulgar. Her sensual lips, slightly parted from exertion, carried a subtle, almost unintentional seduction.
Her dress was simple in color, but definitely not cheap, and the fragrance of expensive perfu lingered around her. Ling Ning was sure this woman had money.
"Can I treat you to a al to thank you?" Qin Qing said, her eyes resting on the girl in front of her. There was sothing special about this girl—an aura of maturity, almost like that of a wife. It was strange to see such a deanor on soone so young, yet it felt perfectly natural. Did this girl already have children?
"No need, I have to get ho to cook for my dau—" Ling Ning abruptly corrected herself, "I an, for my sister. I need to hurry back and make dinner for my sister."
"You just said daughter, didn’t you? You definitely said it!" Qin Qing thought to herself. Still, she didn’t press the matter. Instead, she took out a piece of paper from her bag, scribbled her phone number on it, and handed it to Ling Ning. "This is my number. Call if you need anything."
Ling Ning accepted it without argunt, glancing at the note. It only had her na and number—Qin Qing. Not a bad na.
"Alright, if I need anything," she said, turning to leave.
Neither of them noticed that the robber had vanished without a trace.
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