A sickly beauty becomes a god in a horror game

[Player Baicha, your Fruit of Reality progress bar is declining very quickly. Are you worried? 】

"Don't worry, isn't this normal?"

The Buddha statue became her father, the hermit became her mother, Biyun did not appear directly to play the role of NPC, Ah Huang directly turned on the romance dominance mode, directly putting Baitao in the hell of female competition, no one respects her, everyone is praising her , are suppressing her, controlling her life, and influencing her choices in the name of love. Everyone she meets mocks her like a keyboard warrior.

There is even an NPC whose data is directly related to Jin Qiao who once appeared in the dungeon of The Dark Lord and likes to engage in female competition.

In this state, it would be strange if Baitao could still be positive, optimistic and confident.

"I believe in myself, keep reading, or if I'm worried, can you send it in for me too?"

[Oh, I can’t kiss you, I’m just saying it! 】

"Then you shut up!"

Baitao in the copy couldn't hold back her tears because of her mother's concern. She cried out all the grievances she suffered during this period.

However, her mother's phone came back. She was in a hurry and wanted to hang up, but she clicked to answer the call.

The person on the other end of the phone heard her crying and immediately became concerned.

"What's wrong? What happened? Someone bullied you?"

The concern from the intimate relationship directly broke through Baitao's defense line.

After all, she is so in need of love and so longs for care.

So, she made a mistake again.

She poured her heart out again.

She pours her heart out on toxic intimacy.

"Mom, I can't work here anymore. They all exclude me, isolate me, and gossip about me behind my back. Sometimes they even say it to my face..."

"Then why do they exclude you? What have you done?"

Baitao froze.

Her blood surged up again, her body was shaking, her vision went black, and she couldn't say a word.

It was as if someone had grabbed her throat, preventing her from uttering a word. Her throat was blocked, as if she had swallowed a stone that was difficult to swallow.

"Look at you, how old you are and you still cry, what's the big deal? Who doesn't get gossiped behind someone's back? It's because you don't have a good relationship with others. You haven't known how to say nice things since you were a child, and you don't have a sweet mouth. Are you just being criticized? Okay, stop crying, good boy. If you think it’s not working out there, then come back. Working there is not work. You don’t have to pay rent when you go home and you save money. , how nice it is for mom to cook for you."

Baitao was speechless.

My father's voice came again from the other end.

"What's wrong, who is crying? Baitao is crying, someone is bullying her?"

"It's not a big deal. It's just that she suffered some mistakes at work and was said to be ostracized by others. I guess she is too introverted and refuses to communicate with others. It's not like you don't know our daughter, she is like a saw-mouthed gourd. .”

"That's it. If it doesn't work out, just come back. Let's go pick her up. Anyway, we have nothing to do these two days."

"Okay, it just saves her money for sending things. It's better to save whatever you can. Then Baitao, you can pack your things first. Your father and I will pick you up in two days."

They arranged everything for Baitao with just a word from you and me.

After hanging up the phone, Baitao lay on the bed and wanted to rest but couldn't. His mind was filled with the words they just said, echoing over and over again.

Is she too introverted?Is it her fault?It was obviously those people who were mean-mouthed, so why was it her fault?

No, she was indeed at fault.She was wrong because she shouldn't live in this world at all.

go to hell.

Baitao suddenly stood up with red eyes and picked up the scissors next to her.

But when the scissors were aimed at her wrist, she failed to be cruel and only made a shallow cut.

It didn't bleed much, but it hurt a lot, maybe because the scissors were a little dull.

The pain made her collapse even more and covered her face.

She deserves to die, why doesn't she even have the courage to die? Why is she so cowardly? Why has she always been so cowardly? She can't do anything, not even die.

Let her die, no matter what, she gets into a car accident, is hit by someone throwing an object from a height while walking, any death is fine, just die quickly!
[The progress bar of the fruit of truth is 0%, the flower of lies has sprouted...]

Baitao went home.

Her parents were very enthusiastic and cooked delicious food for her. They didn't say any unpleasant words, but kept asking her questions.

That gave Baitao an illusion, as if everything was not that bad after all.

Coming back might be a good choice.

right?

Right……

Baitao began to suffer from insomnia. She couldn't sleep all night long. During the day, she was in a hazy state. She would fall down after taking only two steps, or she would always bump into something, leaving bruises and cuts on her body.

Her mother looked at her with worry.

"Are you too stressed? Don't be so stressed. If you can't find a job, just look for it. It's not like your parents can't support you for the rest of your life. Our family still has 10,000+ savings."

Baitao looked at her and suddenly asked coldly: "Can you give me your deposit for the down payment? I want to buy a house."

Mother's face changed.

"You want to buy a house. What kind of house do you want as a girl? You are a girl, and the most important thing is to get married in the future. I tell you, girls are like dandelions. You can marry wherever you want. Finding a good land is the most important thing! "

She spoke with sincerity.

"But, if you really want to buy a house, it doesn't seem impossible. There are a lot of girls buying houses now..."

There was a hesitant look on her face.

"Let me discuss it with your dad."

Baitao actually had no hope, because her mother would always listen to her father, and his father would never buy her a house, because his father had said since she was a child that girls should be married off. He even wanted to have a younger brother, or maybe he would never buy her a house. A boy was adopted outside, but both he and his mother were in poor health. It was difficult to have another child. The adoption procedures were too complicated and it was difficult for their family to handle it, so they finally gave up. But those words Baitao remembers everything.

Sure enough, my mother came over in the evening, with a smile on her face and she sat tenderly next to Baitao.

The person with an unknown expression thought she was going to agree, and Baitao really thought so, but in the blink of an eye, the words coming out of her mother's mouth were so unpleasant.

"Did you get bullied outside or what? Are you still painting now?"

Baitao shook his head.

"Really? Your dad and I both think that you suddenly want to buy a house because you are crazy about painting. You said you don't really think of yourself as the heroine in any painting, right? You don't have a job now either. There is no salary. I just bought you a house. How are you going to repay the mortgage? Aren’t you really drawing too much and being whimsical? "

Baitao looked at her in shock and shook her head desperately. She didn't understand. She really didn't understand why it was related to Huahua?
This reminded her of what happened two years ago.