She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 105

He Xing stared at her phone. Though she had been away from this world for a long time, the modern settings of the quick-transmigration worlds she had experienced were similar enough that even after "three years," she wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with smart technology.

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Due to the system locking away her memories of those worlds, He Xing’s recollection remained frozen at the point three years ago.

Her father, her mother, her injury—all of it was etched painfully deep into her mind.

During her quick-transmigration journey, she had repeatedly begged the system: if she completed her missions, could she be sent back to an earlier time? Even just the morning of that fateful performance.

But the Tragic Novel Quick-Transmigration System refused. By then, three months had already passed in this world.

A butterfly’s wings could stir a storm, and reality had already settled into its course. The system lacked the power to reverse time in this world.

According to the system, this was because the flow of time differed across worlds. Snatching someone for quick-transmigration was already exploiting a loophole. Healing her body was merely patching up one individual in secret. But altering time itself would draw this world’s attention—something the system couldn’t handle.

During He Xing’s absence, the system had maintained her body in a specialized private hospital, ensuring continuous care and treatment.

Now, three years later, she had returned.

After inhabiting the bodies of countless female protagonists across different worlds, nothing compared to the comfort of her own.

After her injury, all her belongings were removed from the Bin University Art College dormitory.

But she guessed that now that she had re-enrolled and returned to Bin University, even if she wasn’t staying there, certain people would soon hear the news.

Over the past three years, the system had arranged her recovery under the guise of a mysterious benefactor. The private hospital room it controlled was so tightly secured that not even a fly could slip in.

He Xing smiled faintly as she glanced at the location-tagged post she had just shared on her social feed.

Her two old friends must have already learned of her recovery.

She was discharged. She was back at school.

Who was this mysterious supporter behind her? How much did she really know? She wondered—wouldn’t they be curious?

She had cast the bait. Soon, the fish would bite.

All she had to do now was wait and watch. What would those two heartless "friends" do next?

If not for her injury, He Xing would have been graduating this semester.

The same went for Fu Yao, who had transferred from Bin University to Ning Dance Academy through an internal training opportunity.

Her timing was perfect.

With just half a year left, Fu Yao and Shangguan Mo were set to graduate—and for Fu Yao, it was the final evaluation period before entering the National Dance Theater.

And right at this moment, He Xing had returned.

How… convenient.

Her eyes darkened. What could be more agonizing than having everything within your grasp, only to lose it all at the last moment?

From the second she stepped back into this world, she would make sure those two lived in constant dread—sleepless, tormented, and utterly broken.

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Yan was messaging Jue Jue, though she naturally didn’t type out anything about the "Tragic Novel" label hovering over He Xing’s head. That was a conversation for face-to-face.

The combination of tragic novel, quick-transmigration, and retirement had her brain working overtime.

Fortunately, the internet was a vast resource. After separately searching the terms across different browsers, she quickly pieced things together.

Yan quietly cleared her browsing history, then noticed a reply from her old classmate Lin Jiayi.

Lin Jiayi had been the arts commissioner in their middle school class—a model student raised with every possible talent by her parents. Though she hadn’t pursued dance professionally, she seemed well-versed in industry gossip.

[Lin Jiayi]: He Xing? Why are you suddenly asking about my goddess, Yan?

[Lin Jiayi]: Oh right, you’re at Bin University. Did you see a poster or something? Ugh, I wonder how she’s doing now. My teacher said that back in her freshman year, she was practically already in the National Dance Theater. But then that stage accident three years ago… The lighting rig collapsed on her. Experts said she’d be bedridden for life. Rumor has it her family fell apart soon after and couldn’t care for her. Some anonymous donor funded her treatment at a private hospital, but then she just… vanished.

Yan pondered the messages.

No wonder the Art Academy professor called it a "medical miracle."

According to Lin Jiayi, He Xing had been written off as a lost cause. Yet today, they’d seen her walking briskly (alright, maybe that was an exaggeration), pushing her own luggage with no visible impairment.

[Yan]: Thanks, bestie. Just heard a professor mention her and got curious.

Yan didn’t spread word of He Xing’s return. After exchanging a few more pleasantries and setting a summer meet-up with Lin Jiayi, she ended the chat.

Since He Xing was now her roommate—and a tagged individual at that—Yan had decided to dig a little deeper after the professor’s cryptic remarks.

Now, it was clear: something big was brewing around He Xing.

Was the "Tragic Novel" label tied to everything that had happened to her?

Lin Jiayi had only mentioned He Xing, but Yan recalled Bingbing mentioning something about a "twin star" while searching yesterday. She pulled up her phone to check.

After a quick search, Yan connected the dots. Biting her finger thoughtfully, she pondered the darker side of human nature.

Knock knock.

"The mattress and other stuff are here? Got it, I’ll be right down."

He Xing’s voice snapped Yan back to the present.

Turning, Yan offered, "Senior, let us help you. That stuff’s probably heavy."

She and Ding Ling were already on their feet. He Xing paused. Thanks to her modified physique and brief cultivation training, she was far stronger than the average person.

But revealing that wasn’t an option, and she didn’t want to dismiss their kindness.

"Thank you," she said with a nod. "I appreciate it."

At the girls’ dorm, only maintenance and water delivery personnel were allowed inside—and only after rigorous registration. All other deliveries stopped at the entrance.

As Yan and Ding Ling helped unroll the packaged bedding from the delivery tricycle, Yi Zhi and Chu Bingbing returned from their morning outing.

Spotting the two at the entrance, Yan gestured toward the tall, striking woman beside them.

"Yi Zhi, Bingbing, we’re helping Senior with her things," she summarized.

Yi Zhi stepped forward proactively and, before He Xing could react, took the heaviest rolled-up mattress from her hands.

Ding Ling carried two sets of bedding, Yan helped by holding the quilt, Chu Bingbing carried the pillows, while He Xing herself held the packaging for the mattress pad and blanket.

She hadn’t paid close attention when placing the order, never expecting each item to be so bulky upon delivery.

"That mattress is quite heavy, junior. Maybe we should come back for it later?" He Xing said, looking at Yi Zhi.

Yi Zhi shook her head. "It’s fine, not heavy at all."

With that, Yi Zhi strode briskly toward the stairwell, moving with surprising agility.

Next, He Xing watched as Ding Ling—who seemed frail—dashed ahead with the bedding sets, while Yan, who also appeared slender, carried the quilt effortlessly.

As they climbed the stairs, He Xing noticed how all the juniors took the steps two at a time, especially Yi Zhi, who moved with remarkable speed.

By the time He Xing and her luggage reached the dorm room with the juniors' help, she was still in shock.

Why were all these juniors so physically strong?

"Senior, this is Yi Zhi," Yan took the initiative to introduce their roommate.

"Hello, senior. I’m Chu Bingbing," Bingbing raised her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Yi Zhi and Bingbing. Thank you, everyone," He Xing expressed her gratitude.

At this moment, He Xing observed the juniors—none of them seemed the least bit tired despite carrying heavy items upstairs. While Yi Zhi’s athleticism could be explained if she were a sports major, how could someone as delicate-looking as Ding Ling be completely unfazed?

Moreover, none of them seemed surprised by each other’s extraordinary strength.

He Xing couldn’t help but wonder: Had high school physical exams added strength requirements in the three years she’d been away? Or was this the normal strength level for young women nowadays?

"Senior, this bedding is new—it should be washed first. Do you want to borrow ours? I have a spare set that’s been cleaned and dried but never used," Chu Bingbing offered.

With everyone’s help, He Xing’s mattress was quickly unpacked, and Yi Zhi effortlessly hauled it onto the bed.

"Senior, should I go ahead and make the bed for you?" Though phrased as a question, Yi Zhi was already getting to work.

In less than ten minutes, He Xing’s bed was neatly arranged—pillow, quilt, and mattress pad all fitted with the borrowed bedding. The luxury-branded cotton quilt had even been folded by Yi Zhi into a perfectly square, military-style block.

The plastic packaging on the floor was swiftly cleared away before He Xing could even think of tidying up.

Standing by her desk, He Xing wondered if her years of transmigration had accumulated enough good karma to land her with such unexpectedly extraordinary roommates upon returning to school.

"How about I treat everyone to dinner tonight?" He Xing suggested. Having just arrived and already received so much help, she felt it was only right—as the eldest—to return the favor.

"Senior, if you don’t mind, maybe we could eat in the dorm first? We have one more roommate, Jiasui, who won’t be back until tomorrow," Yan proposed.

He Xing paused, realizing she’d overlooked the empty spot near the door. "That was thoughtless of me," she apologized.

"Hmm, when Jiasui returns, she’ll probably give you a welcome gift," Chu Bingbing added, spinning in her ergonomic chair.

"A welcome gift?" He Xing thought she’d misheard.

Wasn’t she the one who should be giving gifts as the newcomer?

"Everyone gets one—it’s Jiasui’s habit," Yan explained.

"Our dorm shares a lot of things. You’ll get used to it, senior," Bingbing chimed in.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Bingbing suddenly smacked her forehead, unzipping a large bag she’d brought from home.

"I cleared some beauty counter points before the new year. Since it’s almost spring, I got lightweight skincare sets for everyone—plus perfume and lipstick samples from the sales associate."

She began distributing the packaged boxes, which the roommates accepted casually with a quick "thanks" before setting them aside.

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Mimicking the others, she murmured a bewildered "thank you."

Something about this dorm felt... off.

Yet the juniors acted like this was completely normal.

Was she the odd one out after being away for so long?

February 27th — Since Gu Jiasui hadn’t returned yet, the girls of Dorm 320 held a simple welcome for He Xing.

A shared meal at their small table, and now they were officially roommates!

"Is the fried rice place open these days?" Ding Ling suddenly asked.

She’d been stuck in her research group for weeks, craving a proper meal.

"I know!" Chu Bingbing raised her hand.

"He closed last week—posted a notice about taking a break until school starts. I’ve been starving!" she complained.

"But Chu Shen is back on campus. Yesterday when we returned, he even helped Brother Xiao with his luggage," Yan added.

Ding Ling’s delicate face fell slightly in disappointment.

"Let’s order some after the semester settles down. We’ll introduce senior to it too," Yan suggested.

"For now, we’ve got a new batch of premium fruits coming in. Those’ll do," Yi Zhi said.

He Xing listened, still puzzled.

Fried rice? She didn’t recall any particularly famous fried rice at Bin University’s cafeterias. And taking a "school break"? How strange.

Bingbing, seated beside her, noticed her confusion and explained, finally clarifying things for He Xing.

After dinner, as everyone chatted briefly before returning to their desks, Chu Bingbing suddenly gasped.

"Girls! Remember the Xie Family scandal in Bin City before New Year’s? There’s an official update—full investigation report! Come read the tea!"

Yan and Ding Ling’s ears perked up simultaneously. Exchanging glances, they both pulled out their phones.

"Holy crap? Oh my god!!! Xie Zhen and his mother conspired to kill the original President Xie. The second wife, Mother Xie, and her son were accomplices. The worst part is that Father Xie later found out but chose to cover up for his younger son and second wife—who murdered his eldest son—just to protect the company, even helping them clean up the mess." Chu Bingbing couldn’t hold back her curses in her excitement.

"That man has absolutely no moral bottom line. He’s completely inhuman."

Yi Zhi, currently scrolling through the viral hashtag, chimed in, "I saw the news about the arrests online earlier. Netizens have been pushing for results, saying it involves a lot of interest chains and stuff."

He Xing listened to her juniors’ discussion and went to check out the "drama" herself. The official announcement, with its blue background and white text, seemed to bleed with every word. All she could see were "exploitation," "profit," and "heartlessness."

When it came to inheritance rights in wealthy families and corporate assets, blood ties meant nothing in the face of greed.

A young, promising entrepreneur had been killed in a staged car accident by his own family, all for the sake of seizing his shares and inheritance. For a moment, He Xing wondered who had it worse—her or Xie Jin.

"This counts as a reopened cold case, right? What was once ruled an accidental car crash has now been completely overturned and classified as premeditated murder," Chu Bingbing remarked, reading through the comments.

He Xing stared at the investigation notice with a shadowed expression. That an old case like this could be reopened and the truth uncovered—and that the announcement happened to come out today—felt like a sign from the heavens.

"A case of this scale probably faced a lot of resistance, given how many layers it involves, but it still got resolved. Some comments say the lead investigator on this is really impressive," Yi Zhi added.

"Yeah, yeah! I saw that too. Apparently, it’s some special unit under the Ministry of Public Security that specializes in cold cases. The rumors in the comments say they’re nicknamed ‘Heaven’s Justice,’ and their leader’s codename is ‘Justice.’ No idea if it’s true, though. Yan, what do you think?"

Chu Bingbing turned to Yan, who would likely know given her connections.

Yan, suddenly addressed, let out a thoughtful hum. "Probably true. I’m from Ning City, and I’ve heard whispers at family dinners about this team. They say there’s no cold case they can’t crack, and they supposedly have cross-regional jurisdiction, answering directly to the Ministry."

Hearing this, Chu Bingbing nodded eagerly. "Right, right! The gossip I read said two squads stormed the Xie Family’s estate, all outsiders, completely under wraps."

As her juniors chattered about the trending scandal, He Xing quietly listened while searching online with a few key terms.

Soon, she found relevant information—on the Ministry of Public Security’s official website, under "The Eight Tigers of Criminal Investigation."

There, she saw a blank photo frame with only a few words beneath it:

[Codename: Justice. Specializes in cold case investigations. Criminal investigations.]

He Xing’s fingers tightened slightly. Justice—really? Could there truly be the justice that was owed?