Chapter 361: Volume 1, Chapter 361 – I Insist on Tasting the Bitterness of Love (1)

When Jiang Zhi woke up, her head felt like it would split, her chest ached faintly, her body was weak and powerless, her stomach was uncomfortable, and she felt awful, as if she had just made a trip through the gates of hell.

Host!!!

777's excited voice echoed in her ears, almost scaring her to death.

"The previous world was truly terrifying!! Too brutal!" Jiang Zhi, upon thinking of Wen Chijin from that world, felt as if she had just experienced an extremely terrifying nightmare.

777's voice sounded tearful: "Wuwuwu, I was scared too—that's an SSS-level supernatural world, full of danger; I had just been transmitted there a short while ago when I was kicked out."

Jiang Zhi took a deep breath, stopped thinking about the previous world, looked around, and saw that the takeout box in front of her was only half-eaten.

She quickly received the memories of this body.

Her name was Jiang Xiao Zhi, 25 years old, her parents were deceased, she had no other relatives, her occupation was an online writer, she published works on a relatively famous platform, and she had some fame.

She had written only one book, a palace intrigue story focused on plot, with essentially no romance, leading readers to suspect she was a man.

The original host swore in the comments that she would definitely write a romance in her next book!

But she procrastinated for over half a month and didn't write a single word.

The comment section was flooded with people urging her to release a second book.

The original host didn't avoid writing romance because she didn't want to; she had never been in a relationship. Although she hadn't seen a pig run, she should have eaten pork, but the key is she had never even eaten pork.

At the age of twenty-five, she died suddenly at her computer, having typed not a single character on the screen.

After reviewing the original host's memories, Jiang Zhi sighed: "What a sad story."

777 sent the villain's information to her.

The villain is named Ning Xun, who just turned eighteen, an esports player for League of Legends, the most promising championship contender in the past two years, with a contract value exceeding two hundred million and thirty million Weibo followers.

Behind his brilliant facade, when he was young, his mother brought another man into the bedroom while his father was away on a business trip, and he was locked in a storage room, a cramped, non-soundproof space, wearing headphones and clutching a game console as he played games.

After his father discovered this, in front of him, he dismembered and stewed his mother.

"This world, women are all filthy; they change their minds, fickle—even if they like you now, they will later like someone else."

So, Ah Xun, promise Dad, never fall in love with a woman.

These were his father's words to him before going to prison.

Later, his grandmother took him in to raise him; with his exceptionally high IQ, he finished the senior high school curriculum early, joined a club, and became a professional player.

Deeply influenced by his parents, the villain despises romance, so he has never married and remains alone.

"Host, you have two tasks: first, fulfill the original host's wish and write a second romance novel; second, obtain the villain Ning Xun's love and hatred to full value."

Jiang Zhi said movingly: "The villain is really normal."

777's voice choked up: "Yes, Host."

After experiencing the perverted villain Wen Chijin from the previous world, she realized that this world's villain was too normal.

After glancing around the room, Jiang Zhi stood up and tidied the messy desk.

The original host was a genuine otaku, ordering takeout for meals, the room's furnishings were chaotic, and clothes were scattered everywhere.

Jiang Zhi tidied up, put all the trash into black bags, then went out to throw the garbage away.

Living in an apartment building with elevators, she resided on the twelfth floor; after throwing out the trash, seeing the elevator doors about to close, she hurried over and held them open.

The elevator doors opened again, and she immediately saw a boy standing inside wearing a pure black hoodie.

The boy wore the hoodie's hat, its brim covering half his face, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone; his long, clean fingers tapped the screen, as beautiful as a work of art.

Jiang Zhi walked in, saw that the twelfth-floor button on the elevator panel had already been pressed, and felt somewhat surprised.

Ding—!

After the elevator reached the twelfth floor and opened its doors, the boy put away his phone, lifted his foot, and walked out.

Jiang Zhi followed closely behind, surprised to discover that he actually lived next door to her.

Perhaps her gaze was too intense; the boy, who was in the process of opening his door, paused, glanced sideways at her.

Under the hallway's motion-sensor light, the boy's dark brown short hair was slightly curled, sticking up like wool curls; his expression was cold and solemn, as if revealing a sharp, icy icicle.

Jiang Zhi felt a chill down her spine, standing there trembling.