The year Xie Tinglan turned twenty-one, he released his first original song and became an overnight sensation.
Marketing accounts praised his brilliant talent and fiery charisma, as if he were Dionysus, descended from the heavens overnight.
One day, he was invited to an event. When he woke up, he found that his soul had transmigrated into the body of his ex-boyfriend, Lu Xingzhou.
Before he could even process what had happened, he was dragged off to prepare a statement. More than a hundred reporters had crowded into the venue, pressing him about the recent “ban on seafood imports.”
Reporter: Director Lu, Beautiful Country recently announced a comprehensive ban on imports of our seafood, directly affecting the livelihoods of more than thirty thousand fishermen. What is the Foreign Ministry’s response?
Xie Tinglan froze for a second. What thirty thousand fishermen???
Oh, Lu Xingzhou, that humorless, dull bastard, was a spokesperson for the Foreign Ministry. He was supposed to make statements about situations like this. Xie Tinglan knew how to charm thirty thousand fans, but thirty thousand fishermen...
There were only a little over a hundred pairs of eyes in the audience, fewer than the number of people who usually showed up to greet him at the airport. But now they seemed like a flock of vicious vultures staring at a piece of rotting flesh, eager to tear him apart bite by bite.
Xie Tinglan felt the sweat on his forehead about to drip.
Just then, a voice sounded in his mind: the System. Low, calm, and utterly unruffled. “Don’t panic. Repeat after me.”
“Our country has taken note of the relevant ban and is negotiating with the other party through bilateral channels. The legitimate rights and interests of our fishermen must not be harmed. We will take all necessary measures to safeguard our rightful interests.”
Xie Tinglan froze for a moment, then instinctively repeated the words...
The press conference finally ended without a hitch.
Xie Tinglan slumped into his chair, his back drenched in sweat.
After escaping disaster, he sincerely thanked the System in his mind. He even brought out his best pleading voice, pitching the end of each sentence upward with a slight nasal whine, and “forced” the System to promise it would keep helping him.
The System was silent for a long time. Then the low voice said, “All right.”
But later, the System gradually became more and more shameless.
“You’ve had a long day. You should find someone to help you relax.”
Xie Tinglan shook his head at once. “Relax” meant “make a fool of yourself,” and “find someone” meant “risk a leak.”
The System said, “Then... at least take a bath and massage those stiff shoulders and neck.”
Xie Tinglan nodded. That sounded doable.
Steam filled the bathroom.
Xie Tinglan stood under the shower, warm water running down his back. He closed his eyes and massaged his shoulders and neck, letting the hot water slowly loosen his muscles.
The System’s voice sounded in his mind, with a touch more warmth than its usual mechanical tone. “Now massage your arms.”
Xie Tinglan did as told.
“Touch your chest.”
“Right, lower.”
“Mm... You deserve to relax completely...”
At some point, the System’s tone had changed, and Xie Tinglan’s breathing changed with it.
He bit his lip, trying to keep quiet.
Later, when Xie Tinglan returned to his own body only to discover his soul was trapped inside it and its owner had become Lu Xingzhou, he finally understood what had happened.
That shameless, lecherous System had been Lu Xingzhou all along!
He cursed him out, with more intensity and foul language than during their furious breakup years ago.
But while he was cursing, Lu Xingzhou pinched an earlobe: Xie Tinglan’s earlobe.
Xie Tinglan swallowed every word.
A tingling sensation burst from the tip of his ear and ran down his spine...
They could feel everything the other felt, perfectly!
So when Lu Xingzhou had told him to “relax” earlier...
Theme: Love requires mutual understanding