CH 96.1

She even saw some familiar classmates in these scenes.

For example, there was a scene where she was a little girl in ancient China. She was walking down the alley while holding hands with her mother. Xie Wuan flew overhead on his sword, his fingertips crackling with power, and in an instant, the mountains in the distance were razed to the ground.

In another scene, she saw Fu Zhou.

She was a man in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in the office on the eighteenth floor, saying to Fu Zhou, “If you work overtime, just work overtime, don’t play so many tricks…”

In another scene, she met Jiuge.

She was a salesperson in a supermarket. Jiuge asked her, “What shampoo can treat severe hair loss? Recommend one to me.”

…

Even in so many messy and bizarre scenes, the life in her before-novel didn’t appear.

At this moment, Lin Xinghe became sure of one thing.

The school must have had many paper insert characters, and these characters could enter the world of novels and interpret the story scripts belonging to those worlds. When the story was over, the white paper characters were recycled, and they would go to new fictional worlds yet again.

She used to be one of these paper inserts and had been to many novel worlds. She had also been an NPC in others’ examination rooms.

This could also explain why she was so proficient at using the skateboard to be a robot in front of Comrade Xiaopu when she was in the city of machines—she used to be an alpine skier.

This was also why she could always dodge the enemy’s attack 100%. It wasn’t luck- it was an instinctive reaction after hard training in one of the worlds.

As for luck, she might really just have been quite lucky.

Among so many memories, there were none of the memories that she had experienced before her death…

Lin Xinghe had been thinking about whether she was really killed by lightning. With these memories, she could be sure of one thing, she was killed by lightning.

Her before-world could not have been an exam room, because if it were an exam room, there would be students that had met her in an exam room before.

The school didn’t want to reveal that the exam rooms were all worlds of fiction.

Therefore, she thought that the actress-life she experienced was likely fake and was fabricated by the school. Her name, her identity, and her appearance were all fake. Everything about that world was made up, including her method of death.

The school made them take exams to tackle awakened characters.

Although all the exam rooms she went through were perfect, she had seen some exam rooms where a hundred students went in, but none of them passed the exam in the end. Such test rooms would be sealed, and no new students could enter.

So here was the question.

What were the sealed examination rooms used for? What about the awakened paper insert characters?

Lin Xinghe’s head was spinning rapidly.

It was very likely that she had awakened in one of the worlds. The school once let candidates enter her examination room, but they could not get rid of her. As a last resort, they imposed a new personality and new experiences on her and finally chose to kill her with lightning to let her enter the villain school.

After she entered the villain school, the probability of her death was much higher.

Every exam room was very dangerous— students had to guard against NPCs and classmates who were in competition with them.

If this didn’t kill her, she could be forced to go to a random exam room with high difficulty and face off against 99 other undercover agents sent by the school.

This was a profitable business for the school.

The school pulled the awakened characters in, made them enter examination rooms, started mandatory livestreams, and made a lot of money for themselves. Of course, it was best if the students died, but they could still make money if the awakened characters didn’t die and gained popularity instead.

Lin Xinghe stopped on the Mengpo Bridge.

These memories made her uneasy for a while.

It wasn’t until Xie Wuan called to her that she suddenly came back to her senses and realized that she was still streaming. At this time, she must not reveal her secrets, and she absolutely could not let the school know that she had seen the truth.

However, her strange daze on the Mengpo Bridge couldn’t easily be covered up.

But she soon found a perfect excuse.

She looked straight at Xie Wuan and said, “Xianjun, have you heard the phrase, ‘You look at the scenery from under the bridge, and I look at you from over the bridge’? It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just I suddenly wanted to tell you…”

She quickly got off the Mengpo Bridge, put the memories aside, came to Xie Wuan, and asked, “What kind of cultivation path did Xianjun use before? Was it an emotionless path? Did you have a cultivation partner?”

Xie Wuan’s expressionless face froze, and he fell silent for a while.

But the scene inside was wonderfully noisy.

“What does she mean?”

“Lin Xinghe wants to be the cultivation partner of my illustrious self?”

“Otherwise why would she ask this?”

“Why was she looking at me from the bridge?”

“Does she really want to be the cultivation partner of my illustrious self?”

“But I just want to make her a figurine…”

“This seat does not have any love of the type that men and women share for her to have!”

“I don’t need a cultivation partner. I just like to make figurines!”

“She looks so serious…”

“Is she really attracted to my illustrious self?”

“There are so many ordinary people who like my illustrious self. Even she falls into this trap?”

“How do I respond to her so she won’t misunderstand me…”

“What if she didn’t mean it that way?”