The moment he opened his eyes and saw the ornate redwood bed in front of him, Ping Fan knew there was no going back.
A background character wouldn't get to sleep on a bed this soft. Lying there, he missed the background-character life he could never return to.
Seeing that Ping Fan wasn't moving, the intelligent assistant System in his head thought the data transfer had failed. It bounced around like a top and shouted, "Comrade, are you there? Comrade?"
Ping Fan answered weakly, wanting the top in his head to quiet down. "I'm here."
Ping Fan had spent years among the background-character group, always partnered with laid-back System programs from the same group. He barely exchanged ten words with them over the course of a mission. This System, brimming with revolutionary fervor, was a bit much for him. He felt like it was about to go liberate Stalingrad at any moment.
117 didn't care that Ping Fan looked like he wanted to die on the spot and return to headquarters. It continued, full of enthusiasm: "The installation package has finished downloading. Shall I start the installation?"
Following the traditional wisdom of "might as well, since I'm already here," Ping Fan said, "Go ahead."
No wonder this group was different. The installation package for the background-character group was at most a one-page Word document, no more than 20 KB. This face-slapping group's package was a whole terabyte-sized movie!
The information came too fast, and Ping Fan's head was spinning. He hurriedly said, "Stop, stop, stop! This is too fast. I can't take it."
117 paused, then slowed the installation a little. After a while, it said quietly, "Comrade, in our group, we can't say we can't take it."
A quick transmigration sweet treat. The male lead won't show up too late. The author loves a straightforward approach to romance.
I'll start the next one as soon as the Sword Immortal story is done.
Theme: A pretty face doesn't determine your values. Never let a little white lotus get away with anything.
