Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Early June, the weather was hot and humid, and it was drizzling outside the window.
"Buzz Buzz..."
Inside the room, the phone on the bedside table kept vibrating.
"Quiet, quiet, stop making the noise. I'll wake up after a while."
Fang Heng, who was lying on the bed, muttered under his breath and habitually reached out to turn off the alarm.
"Hmm? Where's my alarm?" he thought to himself.
In a daze, Fang Heng opened his eyes.
The small and narrow room was messy. A small wooden bed and a game cabin occupied about one-third of the room. The takeout food was left on the wooden table and there were a few empty wine bottles scattered on the floor.
There was a picture hanging on the wall. A somewhat handsome young man was holding on to his trophy while being surrounded by the crowd who was cheering for him.
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There was no smile on his face. Instead, there was a hint of arrogance.
Fang Heng's body trembled. He suddenly sat up straight and woke up with a start. He was no longer sleepy at all.
What the hell! This isn't my home!
In an instant, countless chaotic messages entered Fang Heng's mind.
This body was called Fang Heng, just like him.
He committed suicide last night?
"My soul has crossed over to his body?" Fang Heng wondered.
"Buzz..."
The phone was still vibrating in his hand. Fang Heng saw the caller ID, and the words "Big Trouble" written in the remarks.
Fang Heng picked up the phone, and a crisp female voice came from the other end.
"Fang Heng! You b*stard! Where have you been? I couldn't find you all day! Are you getting ready to commit suicide and end this once and for all?!"
Ugh...
Fang Heng was silent for a moment when he heard the question on the phone.
He could hear the anxiety in the other party's tone.
"I'm sorry to have made you worry. What's the matter?"
On the other end of the phone, Xia Xi was stunned.
...
In the past, Fang Heng would never say something like "Sorry".
"Are you okay?"
Fang Heng realized that he had said something wrong.
In his memory, the original owner of this body had a very violent temper. He was not going to apologize to anyone even if he was in the wrong.
Fang Heng imitated the impatient tone of the original owner of this body.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'll go back to sleep."
"Wait, a friend of mine opened a new online gaming company and is recruiting professional players. Her company is very big and the benefits are very good." Xia Xi bit her lips lightly, "I didn't manage to contact you yesterday, so I sent your resume over first. The interview time is set for tomorrow afternoon."
Gaming company?
For a moment, images quickly flashed past Fang Heng's eyes.
His gaze once again fell on the photo on the wall.
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