Cannon fodder A who wears a book must cover the heroine

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Hiss-" Pain hit Jing Qingxia's brain.

The roar of a large number of bullets made her nerves twitch. The smell of blood swept over her, and dizziness controlled her brain.

【I am dead. ]

[died on that battlefield. ]

This thought forced her to quickly open her eyes and take a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a strange scene.

The scorching sun came in through the gaps in the undrawn curtains, accompanied by the brisk chirping of cicadas, which was incompatible with Jing Qingxia's mood. But the pain on his body completely subsided, and the cool wind blowing from the air outlet of the central air conditioner also calmed down the anxiety on his body.

Frowning, he looked around.

It was a neatly tidy bedroom, except for the randomly discarded clothes scattered around the big bed where I was lying.

Ring, ring, ring-

the phone next to the bed suddenly rang.

Jing Qingxia answered the phone almost subconsciously, and looked around vigilantly.

The surrounding environment was still quiet, but it failed to dilute her anxiety.

A middle-aged woman's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xia Xia, are you awake? It's already eleven o'clock, and I asked Aunt Zhang to make you lunch. She doesn't dare to disturb your summer sleep plan , but mom is afraid that you will be hungry, why don't you go downstairs to have a meal first? And mom will come back later, and bring you a gift."

It is not difficult to detect her pampering from the woman's tone.

Jing Qingxia glanced at the phone's interface "Master Mother".

Jing Qingxia frowned, and cautiously asked, "Mom?"

But where did she get her mother from?

"Hurry up and have lunch, mom just came back and I have something to tell you!" The tone on the other end of the phone was cheerful.

Jing Qingxia still couldn't grasp the situation, so she could only follow the trend first, and replied: "Okay, I'll tidy up and go downstairs."

"Okay, okay."

Jing Qingxia hung up the phone.

Picking up the scattered clothes on the ground, he hesitated for a moment, chose to put them down, and re-selected a set of clothes that were convenient for movement in the unfamiliar cloakroom, and walked to the independent bathroom in the room.

Jing Qingxia, who had calmed down, couldn't help but be shocked by the arrogance of the owner of the room. According to visual estimation, a room is 80 square meters, with fitness room, storage room, cloakroom, everything is available, and the 1.8 meter bed is too small in the room. .

Not to mention the ultra-luxury decoration in the bathroom with wet and dry separation and a bathtub.

Entering the bathroom, she couldn't help but glanced at the mirror, wanting to see the difference between Jing Qingxia herself and the "Jing Qingxia" on the phone.

This face was clearly his own when he was seventeen or eighteen years old.

Still with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

Compared with the sweetness of a girl, she is more heroic.

A pair of amber eyes are very clear.