"About the fact that we exchanged souls after I poured red wine on the president"
My tutor scolded my thesis like a time-travel novel? The next second I really wore it - into the body of the president who had drunk me! Now, this ruthless boss is using my body as a poor student to worry about the eight hundred yuan renovation cost; and I am using his billions to lecture on the economics of stalls in the boardroom. The system also forces us to do tasks: "Please make the other person smile sincerely at you once" "Kiss the other person now (current body)"... Help, does kissing yourself count as narcissism? What's even more frightening is that his father wants to depose me, his fiancée wants to kill me, and we only have 72 hours left to get back. Is this wave too big?
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