My head hurt like it was exploding.
I opened my eyes suddenly and saw a pale ceiling, with dazzling fluorescent tubes buzzing overhead. It felt like someone had crammed a whole year's KPI reports into my mind, with all kinds of data scrolling like crazy - daily activity, monthly retention, paid conversion rate... There were also familiar and unfamiliar faces, all of which were colleagues and leaders who had forced me to death at that broken company in my previous life.
"Planner Shen! Planner Shen, are you awake?"
A hand waved vigorously in front of me. I turned my head and saw a pale face less than ten centimeters away from me.
To be honest, if my nerves had not been numbed by 996 in my previous life, this face would definitely frighten me to the point of giving me a 120 - the whole face is as white as if it were painted on the wall, the eye sockets are deep enough to be used as wine glasses, and the lips are the kind of purple that only the dead have. When she opens her mouth to speak, I can even see that there is no tongue in her mouth.
Oh yes, this is a ghost.
"What's wrong with you?" She stretched out her hand and waved it in front of me, and her sharp nails almost poked my eyeballs. "Don't scare me. If you die, who will I find to pay this month's performance pay?"
I sat up and rubbed my temples. The messy memories in my mind were like being beaten in a blender, the past life and the present were mixed together. But one thing is clear - I am born again.
Reborn as a horror game planner named "Shen Yan"
