A Strange Transmigration Novel - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Rebirth failed.

The System was still acting half-dead.

I bought the earliest flight available, planning to spend a few days vacationing abroad. To keep my sister from worrying, I sent her a message to explain: [I’m going to be dead for a few days. Don’t panic, and don’t tell anyone. You can watch a few ads to resurrect me.]

Sister: [?]

Sister: [What is wrong with you?]

Sister: [Do you need to see a psychiatrist?]

I politely declined: [All of this is related to the schizophrenia I had as a child. You needn’t worry.]

Then I died.

After watching thirty seconds of ads, I was resurrected on a tropical island.

I lay on a lounge chair, clutching a coconut, feeling the sea breeze on my skin while watching men with eight-pack abs. Now this is what I call a vacation. It was blissful.

The only downside was that I couldn’t post to my Moments. It was a bit stifling.

I’m the type of person who has a strong urge to share things. When I couldn’t find anyone to talk to, I started talking to seashells.

During my vacation, I paid another visit to a psychologist.

The doctor said it was perfectly normal for me to talk to seashells.

As long as the seashells didn’t start talking back to me, I was fine.

Following the return of the White Moonlight who had just graduated, the substitute-whose symbolic seven-day mourning period had just ended-was also about to return to the country.

When the White Moonlight returned, she did so with great fanfare.

When I returned, I did so in total secrecy.

I was terrified of being discovered.

I was in Hangzhou, having just stepped off the plane.

First, I checked in with my sister to let her know I was safe, performing a little magic trick: [Hey, I’m alive.]

My sister replied with four words: [You’re in deep trouble.]

Word on the street was that Shi Xu was searching the entire world for me.

He wanted me found, dead or alive.

Upon hearing this news, I became the one who felt half-dead.

When people panic, they seek outside help.

I opened my short-video app for the first time in a week.

My last post was from the day I died: [The CEO’s White Moonlight is back, so I’m dipping out.]

I snapped a random photo of the moon over the airport and captioned it: [I’m back. The CEO is searching the whole world for me. Where should I run next…]

When one person is in trouble, everyone else is there to stir the pot.

The comments from modern-day netizens made my heart go cold.

[Ask him, he’s got plenty of ideas. *Dalmatian.jpg*]

[Usually, this kind of problem is a real headache. Just go to the pharmacy and buy some painkillers.]

[I know this one! Run straight into the arms of his arch-rival.]

I fell silent.

I had met Shi Xu’s arch-rival before.

His surname was Wang, a CEO in his fifties with a receding hairline that looked like a Mediterranean island.

I sighed.

I couldn’t count on anyone else; I’d have to hide from Shi Xu on my own.