Her eardrums throbbed with pain from the heavy metal subwoofers. Bella snapped her eyes open, her vision filled with a wash of purple and green lights.
Countless men and women were twisting, grinding, and swaying in the center of the dance floor, sweating profusely.
The DJ's shouting over the mic almost blew the roof off.
Bella subconsciously looked down and tremblingly stretched out her hands.
Her fingertips were slightly red, her nail beds showed a healthy pink, and blue veins were faintly visible under her skin. Pressing down on it, she met a warm and elastic touch.
[I am human! I am human!]
Thank goodness, she was human. She was saved!
Looking around and confirming there was nothing belonging to her nearby, Bella ducked into a nearby restroom.
Bang!
Locking the stall door, Bella leaned her back against it and frantically called out in her mind:
[System? Are you there? Hello? Please reply if you copy!]
Dead silence.
Aside from the faint, deafening music outside, her mind was completely quiet.
[Hey, hey, hey, Lord System? Master God?]
[Open sesame? Hocus pocus?]
[Mishi mishi, slippery sloppy, if you don't sloppy, I can't mishi?]
Caw, caw, caw.
So quiet.
Bella finally dropped her head weakly and muttered,
"What the hell, crashing again at the critical moment?"
Resigned to her fate, she opened the small black crossbody bag she was wearing, as if taking inventory of her belongings after going bankrupt:
A phone, a lipstick, a pack of tissues, 3 keys, a pack of chewing gum, and a 10ml travel perfume.
Finally, she dug out two red bills from the inner compartment.
[That is it? Just two hundred bucks?]
The identity she just transmigrated into was way too poor.
What was even more devastating was that when she pressed the power button on the phone, the screen popped up with a "Set Language" startup interface.
Bella swiped around unwillingly for a long time, only to find that this thing was cleaner and emptier than her wallet. There wasn't a single contact, let alone social media accounts.
[Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do now?]
When she transmigrated as a doll before, at least she had a goal and a mission.
Now she had nothing. What a waste.
Bella sighed, stepped out of the stall, turned on the faucet, and washed her hands.
When she subconsciously looked up at the mirror, the water in her hands almost splashed onto her face.
Oh my god!
The face in the mirror had delicate features and expressive eyes. Even with heavy smokey makeup, it couldn't hide that familiar foundation.
This was clearly the face she had looked at for nineteen years before her transmigration!
"Boohoo... my shumai, my luosifen, my cozy dorm room, I am back!"
It turned out she didn't transmigrate into someone else's body, but came back to her own!
Before she could finish being moved, Bella glanced down and saw her current "battle outfit" clearly.
It was an extremely bold, sequined hot girl dress.
The neckline was so low it hovered right on the edge of danger, and the tight tailoring outlined her hot curves.
Especially when she turned around, her entire back was completely exposed to the air. Those two thin straps looked as if they would snap with a gentle tug.
"Why am I dressed like this? Where is my silk pajama set? Shouldn't I wake up and appear in my dorm?"
Just as Bella was still wondering, a noise suddenly came from the restroom.
"Ah, don't, someone is here, ah."
Bella instantly froze into a stone statue.
Immediately after, came a cloyingly sweet female voice, accompanied by panting:
"Qi'an, don't be like this, people will hear..."
Then, a magnetic but roguish male voice sounded:
"Xiao Tang'er, be good, wait for me a little longer. Who dares to stick their nose into my business here?"
Bella: !!!!!
Pupil earthquake.
Oh my god! Are young people nowadays playing this wild?
Getting it on right in a bar restroom.
Can my ears still be used if I wash them?
She had absolutely no fetish for eavesdropping on others wrestling in the flesh.
Although she didn't know why she teleported from her college dorm to a bar, the most important thing right now was to get out of this place quickly.
She quickly grabbed a paper towel, wiped her hands haphazardly, slung her bag over her shoulder, and prepared to slip away.
Whatever, I will go back to school first!
Although this hot girl outfit was a bit drafty, the feeling of having these legs on her own body, compared to being a doll, felt so damn good to be human!
Those two blush-inducing voices were still continuing:
"Qi'an..."
"Xiao Tang..."
Bella silently repeated the names twice in her heart.
Not to mention, these two names not only sounded catchy, but also had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Bella's steps, which had already stepped out, seemed to be nailed to the spot.
Wait a minute!
She suddenly widened her eyes, a chill rushing straight to the top of her skull.
Qi'an? Shen Qi'an? Xiao Tang? Su Xiao Tang?
Holy crap!
Weren't these the names of the male and female leads in the novel "After the Ruthless Big Shot Lost His Memory, I Successfully Dog-Trained Him?" that she was reading before she transmigrated?!
"Calm down, Bella, steady. There are plenty of coincidences in the world, maybe they are just homophones."
Bella muttered nervously to herself, her trembling hands pulling that new phone out of her bag again.
Fortunately, the bar's WiFi password was pasted next to the restroom mirror.
Her fingertips tapped rapidly. The first thing she did after connecting to the internet was to shakily type three words into the search engine:
Ye Jinzhi.
"Please don't show up... please don't show up..."
Clicking search, the second the page refreshed, Bella felt like her heart was going to jump out of her throat.
Looking at the information popping up all over the screen, Bella almost lost her breath.
Ranked first was a cover photo of a financial magazine.
The man in the picture was wearing a sharply tailored dark gray suit.
His boyish contours had now fully matured, and the sickly look between his brows and eyes had evolved into unfathomable coercion.
He was just sitting there, yet those dark eyes seemed to pierce through the screen and lock firmly onto Bella.
She scrolled down the headlines haphazardly:
[Chairman of Ye Group Ye Zechuan Delegates Power, 20-Year-Old Ye Jinzhi Takes Over 300 Billion Business Empire, Can He Steer It Independently?]
[Revealing the Youngest CEO: The Cold-Blooded Business Tactics Behind Ye Jinzhi.]
[Ye Jinzhi's Mystery Girlfriend Suspected to be Exposed? Imperial Capital University Campus Belle Appears at Ye Family Banquet.]
Because it was connected to the network, the phone system's time was automatically calibrating.
Bella planned to click on the news about Ye Jinzhi's campus belle girlfriend to see which poor soul it was.
The time at the top of the screen jumped. She pulled down the notification bar and looked closely:
[June 1, 2027, 21:45]
"Pfft."
Bella almost spat a mouthful of blood onto her phone.
How did it jump straight from June 1, 2023, to June 1, 2027?
What about the four years in between?
Bella looked down at her backless hot girl outfit, then listened to the male and female leads' grand drama that hadn't died down in the next stall, completely disheveled in the wind.
So I changed back into a human, and freaking transmigrated to four years later?
But why am I using my own body!
