I Cultivated Too Long and Got Isekai'd Into a Game - Chapter 4: Ghost in the Pod

Zhong Lingling likes Jian Chengxuan, and is low to the core.
For Jane Chengxuan’s sake, Zhong Lingling doesn’t want any dignity, and is willing to be a little stand-in with no name and no distinction.

Until one day, Zhong Lingling suddenly woke up and let go.
Everyone, including Jian Chengxuan, felt that she was playing hard-to-find and would soon be able to return to Jian Chengxuan’s side.

But half a year later—

Jane Chengxuan: Did that Zhong Lingling know wrong? I allowed her to come back.
Assistant: Mr. Jian, Miss Zhong’s Weibo yesterday was still at the bar High, so she might be with the bartender who fell in love at first sight.

Zhong Lingling is a role-player who crosses the company.
In this world, she is the woman who loves the male protagonist and can’t ask for it in the bloody scumbags. She is also the poor sister who loves her illegitimate brother with all her heart, but is robbed of all her family property by the younger brother, and has all the current assets calculated by the central air conditioner. silly girl.

But——this novel is a pit! Zhong Lingling’s mission has been cancelled!
She got a lot of money in compensation and a vacation.

Zhong Lingling: ? ? ? oh oh oh! ! !
Zhong Lingling: Money, wine and handsome man! It’s all mine!
Turning around, the three dog men looked at her with scarlet eyes, their voices trembling: Lingling, I was wrong, please come back!

Zhong Lingling was originally a joke in Kyoto, but overnight, she became a bar queen with a big pole dance on Weibo.
Everyone called her crazy.
Zhong Lingling announced the crazy things that must be done in this life on Weibo:
1. Go bungee jumping, fall from a high platform with a stranger, and experience the feeling of heartbeat.
2. Dive with strangers.
3. Candlelight dinner with strangers.

Netizens:
The next step is to bring a stranger home, isn’t it?

Zhong Lingling’s Weibo has been updated for a long time, and when it was updated again, the style of painting became-

Things to do in this life:
Make the best meal for him
Make the sweetest dessert for him
Take the best pictures for him
Watch the sunrise and sunset with him…

Netizen: …

Jane Chengxuan: ? ? ?
Ruan Xinghe: ? ? ?
Cha Yangrong: ? ? ?

Content tags: Slap in the face, wear the book, Shuangwen, counterattack
Search keywords: protagonist: ┃ supporting role: ┃ other:
One-sentence introduction: I don’t want the ones in the trash can, I have customized ones.
Purpose: When you meet the right one, live in a honeypot every day.

- Description from novelbuddy

Nine harmonic zither chords shook the universe, who dared to not acknowledge the lord?

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.[I am the seventh generation Nanomachine manufactured by Sky Cooperation, and I am operating as a central nerve connected to your brain.]“What? What are you talking about?”This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”[“I am the seventh generation Nanomachine.]“Nano Machine?”[Yes, Nanomachine.]The boy’s face hardened.Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.“Um, are you really Mashin?”The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.