Chuzheng sat on the soft bed, staring at the person in the mirror opposite. Wearing pajamas, her face was pale, eyes dark and baggy, looking terrible as if she hadn't washed for days. Her expression passed through a moment of blankness.
Who is this!
Wait a minute... Have I entered a game instance?
This feeling isn't right.
Chuzheng called out twice to King's Account, which sluggishly came online: [Missy, what's wrong?]
"Is this the game world? Or have you transported me again?"
[Missy, we are in the mission world now.]
Chuzheng: "..."
Shit!
If I really haven't gone out, is that group of people also going to think I'm just like their CEO?
You just can't feel okay without screwing me over, can you?
[...] As long as you're happy, I am just a weak and helpless System, what can I say?
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"Knock knock..." Someone knocked on the door outside: "Xiao Chu, are you up yet? You haven't eaten for two days, please come out and have some food..."
