Cannon fodder is a full-level boss

Qin Anran is a freshman who just started college in September this year.

The school is very close to home, and Qin Anran can go home every week, which makes her roommates very envious.

Compared with the tense life in high school, Qin Anran feels that the pace of her life has slowed down all of a sudden.

Because it is not a key university, but just an ordinary second-tier university, Qin Anran does not have too much pressure. Compared with others who are planning to take the civil service exam and postgraduate entrance exam before the start of school, Qin Anran’s biggest anxiety is that she has to start writing homework next week, and she needs to remember tomorrow’s club activities and so on.

In the eyes of others, this is a bit like boiling a frog in warm water.

But Qin Anran feels very satisfied.

Speaking of which, such people seem very ordinary, but in fact they are also the happiest type of people.

Today, Qin Anran went back to the dormitory after class as usual, and her steps were hurried, and she did not stay on the road for too long.

When she came back, there was no one in the dormitory.

There are four people in their dormitory. Normally, everyone goes back together after class. But today's class is an elective class. Even if they are friends who get along well in the same dormitory, they still have different interests. Qin Anran did not choose the same class as them.

The dormitory was very quiet. Qin Anran was a little thirsty. She poured a glass of water and drank a few sips before lying on the bed with her computer.

Her fingers "tap tap tap" jumped on the keyboard.

This is the computer she bought with her part-time job during the summer vacation. It is not a famous brand, but it is not ugly. Qin Anran spent half an hour to carefully select it. It is light and compact, very suitable for carrying around.

Qin Anran is just like her name. She likes a peaceful life. She is a bit idealistic, but not rigid. This is reflected in the fact that she chose the performance club and she likes to browse all kinds of interesting posts.

Click refresh, and the content on the computer screen jumps in an instant.

A new post appears at the top.

There are no comments yet.

Looking at the time, it is indeed a new post.

——Welcome to the regret medicine shop!!!

Regret medicine?

This should be an exaggeration by the OP.

That’s right, many people are now clickbait. If you don’t come up with a fun title, even if you open a post, few people are willing to click in and take a look.

Qin Anran paused for two seconds, then moved the mouse and entered the post.

Very good, she took the bait.

…

Yan Ling woke up again.

Why say again?

Because the world seems to be constantly restarting.

…

Yan Ling stood in a bus. The bus was very crowded. As soon as Yan Ling entered the door, he was squeezed to the middle by the crowd.

Except for the driver and a few people, many people were carrying schoolbags like him. They were a group of students. And listening to their conversations and the original owner’s memory, today was the day of the high school entrance examination, and they were all students who were going to take the high school entrance examination.

This scene was not the first time Yan Ling had experienced it, or he had experienced it at least three times.

The reason was not the original owner.

Because from the information given by the world to the original owner, it can be clearly known that the original owner is a small cannon fodder, or worse than cannon fodder, just a small dust in the world.

The original owner will take the bus to school on the day of the high school entrance examination, but he did not expect that the bus broke down halfway and rushed into the river on the right side of the bridge when passing the bridge.

Fortunately, there were a few little stars filming a variety show about crossing the river, so someone came to rescue them soon.

But there must be a reason why Yan Ling called him a small dust.

Most of the people on the bus were rescued, only the original owner and a few equally unlucky people were not rescued. When they were found, they had already died, and the rescue measures were useless.

Including the original owner, six people died.

Of course, this is the original owner's memory.

However, the following few memories belonging to Yan Ling himself are not very good.

Yan Ling held the handrail on the bus tightly.

He looked at the window opposite, as if he was enjoying the scenery outside the window.

Because of the reflection, faces were reflected on the window. They were all young people. They were not yet adults. Most of the young faces of fifteen-year-old boys and girls were simple and clear. You could tell what they were thinking at a glance.

Maybe because of the high school entrance examination, the naughty boys in the past did not discuss their favorite games as usual. Instead, they held the English textbooks in their hands and memorized the words bitterly. Perhaps they hoped that they would be lucky enough to memorize one or two words before the exam.

The girls were more quiet. Except for some whispering, most of them stood or sat without saying a word, but they were not very calm, and there was still a trace of tension between their eyebrows.

No one would guess that in five minutes, the terrible thing would happen in this car.

Oh, that's not right.

Not everyone.

Yan Ling's eyes inadvertently glanced at a figure.

It was a girl who looked like a student. Her dress was no different from others. If there was any difference, it was that this girl might look better.

Her hair is long, almost reaching her waist. It is not straight, nor does it look like it has been permed. Instead, it has natural curls like seaweed, giving a sense of the old-fashioned Hong Kong style.

Unlike other girls who tied their hair into a ponytail, she tied her hair into two ponytails. Most people thought this hairstyle was a bit tacky, but this girl didn't look out of place when she did it.

Maybe it was because she had a small and fair face.

After all, the old people said that a fair face can hide three uglinesses, and a small face is more photogenic and may be more attractive.

But all this was not the reason why Yan Ling noticed her. It was because in the few memories after he took over the body, what this girl did really made him pay attention.

Even - he felt that this girl might know what would happen in five minutes just like him.

In the first memory, the girl stood up from the back seat where she was originally sitting, walked to the position near the middle door, and opened a window.

Five minutes later, something happened, people surged, and the scene instantly became chaotic.

The girl's face flashed with panic, but she quickly reacted after the water rushed in, dragged a pale boy next to her and swam out of the window together, escaping successfully.

Yan Ling survived successfully because of his changed soul, and brought two more people with him.

Maybe because of the disorder of the timeline, the result of the incident was not six deaths as in the memory, but three deaths.

One died of lack of oxygen due to being stuck in the corner of the bus.

One died of excessive bleeding due to the impact of inertia.

Another was a boy who was rescued by the girl. Although he escaped, he died on the spot because of a heart disease.

Seeing the boy's death, the girl seemed to be unbelievable, and the whole person was crazy and kept saying impossible!

If they followed the normal process, although they encountered such a thrilling thing, because they had to take the high school entrance examination, the surviving students would be sent directly to the examination room so that they could take the exam smoothly.

But when Yan Ling just sat on the police car and heard the engine start, he found that the scene in front of him was like a tape.

Blinking again, he found himself back on the bus again.

Damn familiar!

The dead are still there, and the living have not changed much, except for the girl.

Then the second time, the third time...

The girl did some different things again, and once she even started to ignore everything and directly snatched the steering wheel from the driver.

But things just got worse.

The bus didn't stop after stepping on the brakes, but accelerated. And the direction of deviation was still the familiar right side. The whole car was like an uncontrollable beast, with hoarse belt pulling and students' panicked screams, rushing straight towards the building on the side of the road without looking back.

The bus was smashed to pieces, and it was estimated that the unfortunate building was also smashed.

As expected, all the people died.

At the end of that consciousness, Yan Ling didn't even have time to feel the pain in his body, and he was back on the familiar bus.

The broadcast sounded in his ears.

It seems that this girl failed again.

Yan Ling rubbed his forehead with a headache.