When Lin Bei opened his eyes, the bitterness of the instant coffee he drank while working overtime last night was still in his mouth.
The fluorescent tubes in the office hummed harshly, and the blue light from the computer screen hit his tired face. He stared at the dense codes on the screen, and his mind was still thinking about the weird dream last night - in the dream, he became the villain cannon fodder of the apocalyptic novel, and was beheaded by the protagonist with a sword.
"Lin Bei, when will the plan be handed in?"
