"Anyway, who is this girl???" Zhuang Xiaoyuan was stunned and waited for the figure in the mirror, his mind blank.

I saw a petite girl standing quietly in the mirror, this is a girl with a unique temperament. That kind of temperament has been seen by many people, unlike in TV or movies, there is only an appearance and no interior, this is a long-trained and strict temperament, this temperament is unique to soldiers.

Although this petite girl has shoulder-length black hair, soft eyebrows, and a pair of shiny dark eyes. The bridge of the nose is straight, the petite and lovely cherry mouth, the delicate skin, and the height of maybe not even one meter six. But no matter how harmless the girl's appearance is, it can't hide the heroic military temperament of Ling Ran standing in front of the mirror at this time.

"Wait, I have to calm down, and do so and so on, and so on. Originally, what was I doing, oh, yes, yes, I was writing a novel, I had just drawn up an outline, I was doing the character setting, and after that, I was ....... Calm down. Why do you make a character setting, and when you close your eyes and open them, you become like this? I forced myself to calmly recall the previous events, but the moment I finished thinking about it, Zhuang Xiaoyuan directly grabbed the army-green pillow next to him and smashed it on the bed, knocking the corners of the bedding that was habitually folded into a tofu-like shape.

That's right, as a famous species in the 21st century-otaku, Zhuang Xiaoyuan originally stayed at home to write novels. As an ACG otaku who controls manga,Novels,Anime,And there is also this strong writer's disease (the disease that can't help but want to write something at any time)。 After reading novels in the company and flipping through comics for a whole day, I got home and rolled in bed bored.

Rolling and rolling, the writer's hand disease suddenly attacked, and he wanted to translate the fantasy in his mind into words. So he began to lie down in front of the computer and click on the keyboard again. It's about the time to finish writing the world background and outline, and start writing the character setting. I rubbed my eyes because my eyes were sore, but when I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on the bed.

Single plank bed, army green bedding and pillows, narrow at a glance can be seen, group dormitory room bedroom. And there are very few things in the bedroom, a small writing desk next to the bed, a single wardrobe at the foot of the bed, a full-length mirror opposite the bed, and a change of military uniform and underwear hanging from the window to dry.

When Zhuang Xiaoyuanmu came back to his senses from the scrutiny of the room, he had unconsciously folded the quilt and stood in front of the full-length mirror. And just now in the futon was actually asleep in a kimono, although the corners of the military uniform are a little creased, but it still can't hide the girl's eye-catching military temperament.

"What the hell is going on?" Feeling that his head was a little unusually swollen, Zhuang Xiaoyuan rubbed his temples and sat back on the bed. For the dignified new century otaku, he actually became a girl.,And it appeared in a room I've never seen before.。 Zhuang Xiaoyuan has confirmed this fact, and he doesn't need to pinch his thigh to know it, because the faint throbbing pain in his head clearly told him that he was not dreaming.

"What's wrong, is it really crossing? But don't be so sudden. What the heck. Although there is nothing to worry about at home.,Relatives are not alive.,But the new finale I've been chasing this month hasn't come out yet.,And how did I get free sex reassignment surgery when I crossed it.,I'll go.。 What's going on, it's getting more and more painful. Sitting on the wooden bed, Zhuang Xiaoyuan touched his head and whispered to himself. Until the throbbing pain became more and more obvious to Zhuang Xiaoyuan's pain nerves.

"Ah......h

In the dark space, Zhuang Xiaoyuan hugged his legs, sleeping in the dark like a baby. Colorful bubbles float in the darkness. With the suction force that seemed to be made out of nothing, the colorful bubbles were sucked into Zhuang Xiaoyuan's sleeping body one by one.

Each bubble seems to be showing a small movie, and countless bubbles are combined, which is all the experiences of a girl named Zhuang Xiaoyuan in the past fifteen years. Whether it is happy, happy, excited, enjoyable, or painful, sad, irritable, anxious, all the emotions, all the memories float in this dark space, turning into colorful bubbles.

When all the colorful bubbles were inhaled into Zhuang Xiaoyuan's body. Suddenly, the pitch-black space was lit up. Zhuang Xiaoyuan, who was asleep, opened his eyes in this lit space, and the surrounding scene began to change rapidly.

Forgotten infancy, abandoned baby girl, baby boy held in the arms of a kind young woman...... When she was a teenager, she was a girl who worked hard to study in an official institution, and a teenager who was naughty and mischievous in school...... And then the girl who was eliminated in the talent test、When I was in junior high school, my parents were in a car accident, and the boy who stood still...... Finally, there is the girl who harvests rice with a cheerful smile in the field but is bitten by a poisonous snake that comes out, and the young man who stares at the screen with red eyes and hands in front of the computer.

In the end, two very different images merge together, with a baby girl being a baby boy and a boy being a girl. As if in a past life and in this life. I am Zhuang Xiaoyuan, who is an otaku, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan, a girl in military uniform, who was raised by the agency. Now, in this new world, I have only one identity, which is this military girl Zhuang Xiaoyuan.

With such determination, fusing the memories of a teenager and a girl, at the end of the picture, the newborn Zhuang Xiaoyuan gradually closed his eyes. On the other side, Zhuang Xiaoyuan, a girl lying on the bed, gradually opened her eyes.

"Awake? Small round, small circle. You're awake, Madoka, how are you feeling, is there anything uncomfortable? As soon as I opened my eyes, there was still a confusion in front of me, and a rapid and rough voice came from my ears.

"Uncle Feng." Hearing this rough voice, Zhuang Xiaoyuan quickly knew the owner of the voice. Feng Guoqing, the leader of Zhuang Xiaoyuan's logistics team, is also a father-like existence in Zhuang Xiaoyuan's mind. Struggling to sit up, he blinked, and a clear line of sight finally appeared in front of him, and at the same time, Feng Guoqing's vicissitudes of life were greeted by his face.

"Madoka, you're finally awake. Almost scared your Uncle Feng to death, why are you so careless, what did I tell you earlier, pay attention during the autumn harvest, beware of those reptiles that are about to hibernate, you are good, completely take Uncle Feng's words as the wind in your ears. Seeing Zhuang Xiaoyuan wake up and confirm that all the toxins had no residue and no other sequelae, Feng Guoqing began to ramble and began to ramble.

Just like Zhuang Xiaoyuan regards Uncle Feng as his father in his heart, in Feng Guoqing's heart, Zhuang Xiaoyuan is also like his daughter. She is also the brilliant light that woke Feng Guoqing from the decadence of losing his daughter and his right hand.