“Luo Ming, why have you gone quiet? Did you do something you shouldn’t have?”
“No, not at all!”
“Really?”
“Ahem! So, Wenwen, you’re going to the opening ceremony of the Celebrity Sports Meet tomorrow.” Luo Ming deliberately changed the subject.
“What events did Sister Shan sign me up for?”
“The 400-meter dash and archery.”
“She wants me to run the 400 meters? Is Sister Shan out of her mind?” Lin Shuwen complained.
“That’s what I was thinking too. Those weights you’re carrying around really hold you back.”
Lin Shuwen froze for a good ten seconds before she finally caught what Luo Ming was implying.
Her face flushed bright red in an instant. “What—what are you babbling about! I’m done talking to you!” And with that, she hung up.
Over this past period, Lin Shuwen had actually been deliberately avoiding one issue—the fact that after they’d swapped bodies, they inevitably ended up touching each other’s bodies.
Lin Shuwen knew the touching was unavoidable, but every time she thought about certain scenarios, she’d get all flustered and red-faced, and sometimes she’d even have these strange reactions down there.
Take right now, for instance. Her cheeks burning, Lin Shuwen buried her face in the sofa cushions and muttered to herself, “That bastard Luo Ming! Why’d he have to bring up the ‘weights’ thing? Such a jerk.”
The next day, they both returned to their own bodies.
When Lin Shuwen crawled out of bed, Sister Shan was already in the living room with the Chen sisters.
“Wenwen, just follow the company’s seniors at the opening ceremony today. Don’t try to steal the spotlight, but don’t be timid either. Just be natural and relaxed.”
Lin Shuwen was still half-asleep and barely registered what Sister Shan was saying. She just took the milk Chen Sichu handed her and nodded automatically.
“For clothing, don’t wear a skirt—wear something that’s easy to move around in.”
“Maomao, make a note of that,” Lin Shuwen said directly to Chen Junmiao.
“Got it, Wenjie.”
Sister Shan rattled on for about twenty minutes, then pushed open the door to leave.
Right before she stepped out, she turned back and reminded her, “Wenwen, don’t forget the 10 kilometers.”
“10 kilometers!” The groggy Lin Shuwen snapped wide awake in an instant.
Slap! Sister Shan didn’t give Lin Shuwen a chance to ask any questions before she hurried off.
“Chuchu… what’s my weight again?”
“109 pounds.”
“109!!! That damn—” Lin Shuwen cut herself off mid-curse. Now the two of them were in the same boat, and cursing him was the same as cursing herself.
“Wenjie, are you okay?” Chen Sichu asked cautiously.
“I’m fine. Chuchu, book me a flight ticket for tonight.”
“A flight ticket? Where to?”
“Bingzhou.”
“Huh?”
“What do you mean ‘huh’? Just book the ticket. You’re coming with me.”
“Wenjie, what are you going there for?” Chen Junmiao quickly asked.
“To settle… no wait. I invested in a company there—I’m going for an inspection!”
“Wenjie, didn’t you only invest 500,000? You need to inspect just 500,000?” Chen Sichu asked, momentarily stunned.
“Can’t I inspect 500,000?”
“I mean, you could…”
“Then go book the ticket!” Chen Sichu nodded and obediently went to buy the tickets.
Little did Luo Ming know that Lin Shuwen was already on her way to hunt him down. At this moment, he’d just arrived at the company.
This was actually Luo Ming’s first time at the office since it officially opened.
“Oh! Erming, nice outfit!” As soon as Luo Ming walked in, Rong Mu greeted him.
“Huh? Really?”
“Yeah! Hard to believe that with your fashion sense, you managed to buy something that actually fits your vibe so well.”
Luo Ming looked himself up and down—white canvas sneakers on the bottom, paired with a versatile pair of black cargo pants. His inner layer was a silver-gray T-shirt, topped with a sporty blue jacket.
Luo Ming had a slightly darker skin tone, and this outfit perfectly downplayed that, making his facial features stand out even more.
“Mr. Luo, did you get a girlfriend?” Li Yunting, the receptionist, asked with a grin.
“No, don’t talk nonsense!” He then walked with Rong Mu toward the meeting room.
Most companies have regular Monday morning meetings, and Blazing Light was no exception.
At last Monday’s meeting, Luo Ming had only given an opening statement and then sat there like a ghost.
This Monday started the same way—until the conversation shifted to issues they were running into with the game development.
The problems that Zhao Ningyuan’s technical team couldn’t solve were as easy as 1+1=2 for Luo Ming.
Luo Ming talked smoothly and confidently, occasionally even giving live on-the-spot guidance, leaving Zhao Ningyuan completely stunned.
Zhao Ningyuan had heard his mentor mention it before—his junior fellow apprentice was quite talented in programming.
Last week, Luo Ming had kept himself locked in his office, claiming he had other projects to work on, and didn’t offer any opinions on the game’s development. When Zhao Ningyuan went to report on progress, he always felt like Luo Ming was zoning out, almost as if he didn’t understand what was being said.
Zhao Ningyuan had even started to wonder if his mentor had misjudged him.
But today, Luo Ming’s performance completely won him over.
People only believe what their own eyes see, and Zhao Ningyuan now fully recognized Luo Ming’s talent—he even felt that Luo Ming’s technical skills were above his own.
He automatically came up with reasonable explanations for all of Luo Ming’s strange behavior from the previous week.
After the meeting, Zhao Ningyuan walked over to Luo Ming and said, “Mr. Luo, if the work on your plate is really too much, you might consider sharing it with the technical team. We can work on it together—it’s better than you slogging away all by yourself.”
“No need, Senior Brother. Your team’s most important task right now is developing Plants vs. Zombies. I won’t have as much on my plate this week, so I can help you guys out with the game development.”
Zhao Ningyuan’s eyes lit up at that. With Luo Ming joining in, the development progress would definitely speed up a lot.
And that’s exactly what happened. With Luo Ming around, they completed two full levels of game development in just one day.
At this rate, forget about New Year’s—they’d probably have the game finished by early December.
At 9:30 that night, Lin Shuwen and Chen Sichu, who had just attended the opening ceremony, flew into Bingzhou.
This was Chen Sichu’s first time in Bingzhou, and she spent the whole ride looking around.
Soon, a taxi dropped them off at the entrance of the hotel they’d booked.
After checking in, a staff member led them to their room.
“Wenjie, don’t you have a house in Bingzhou? Why are we staying at a hotel?” Chen Sichu asked.
“The house hasn’t been lived in for a long time. We’d have to clean it up—too much of a hassle.”
“True. Wenjie, do you want to take a shower? I’ll run the water for you.”
“Yeah, go ahead. Wait—Chuchu, did I shower with you guys last week?”
“No! Wenjie, not even last week—other than that one time we went to the hot springs together, you’ve never showered with us. Why, Wenjie, you want to shower with me today?” As she spoke, Chen Sichu couldn’t help stealing a glance at Lin Shuwen’s chest.
It was really, really big!
