Translator: _Min
Could it really be that there were such things as ghosts? And if they did exist, wouldn’t Si Fuqing have been devoured by them by now?
With her back to the cara and her microphone turned off, MO Yufei coldly sneered, “Ningsheng, we’ve been friends for many years. I haven’t touched you, but that doesn’t an I won’t touch others. You’d better warn your junior to mind her own business, or she won’t know how she dies.”
Lu Ningsheng responded with a smile, not losing her composure. “That advice should be for you. Don’t end up dead while still trying to jump around here.”
“Hmph,” MO Yufei said dismissively. “Ningsheng, I know you’re proud, but you need to face reality. Wait until I get the chance to sing the the song for ‘Oracle’. You’ll have to congratulate .” With that, MO Yufei left gracefully.
The sea filming continued for a whole month.
Tomorrow would be the crew’s regular weekly break, this ti lasting two days. The guests were all exhausted from the long shoot.
Si Fuqing finally had ti to log into Oracle.
She used a GM (Ga Master) admin account, directly ssaging Admin 000.
Everyone knew that Zero was the chief planner.
This chief planner was known for being versatile, sotis even wandering within the ga.
Si Fuqing typed a ssage in the chat box.
[009]: I have sothing to discuss. I’ll be visiting your headquarters this afternoon. The the song hasn’t been decided yet, right? I’ll write and compose it, and also recomnd soone for it. A one-stop service, isn’t that great?
As soon as she sent the ssage, the other side reacted.
[000]:
[000]: Wait a minute! Explain yourself!
[000]: It’s not about whether it’s a one-stop service or not. The question is, how are you still alive?!
Si Fuqing closed her computer and turned to her boss with a request, “Boss, I need to borrow a plane.”
Yu Xiheng, sitting on the couch, looked up. “A plane?”
“I’m broke, haven’t received my endorsent or acting fees yet,” Si Fuqing said, touching her chin, her fox-like eyes gleaming. “Boss, you must be tired from work. How about a free shoulder massage?”
Before Yu Xiheng could respond, her hands were already on his shoulders.
The man’s shoulders were broad and muscular, yet perfectly sculpted and strong. Even through his shirt, they felt incredibly firm and smooth.
Seeing her earnest effort, Yu Xiheng decided not to imdiately agree.
His eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of amusent in his gaze.
Her hands were soft, with slight calluses from martial arts training.
But she had excellent control over her strength, making it a truly comfortable experience.
Feng San, entering with a fruit tray, was stunned. What was happening?
Since when did Miss Si beco a massage therapist?
Was she really this dedicated to herpart- ti job?
After finishing the massage, Si Fuqing rested her chin on the back of the couch, her eyes pleading. “Boss, the plane?”
Such a tone and expression were impossible for anyone to refuse.
And he had no intention of refusing her.
Yu Xiheng sighed lightly. “The plane is parked on the hotel rooftop.”
Si Fuqing imdiately hid away from emotions, stood up, her request fulfilled.
“Then I’m off.”
She couldn’t touch her fighter jet, but a plane was still within reach. But then, Yu Xiheng spoke calmly, “Feng San, make sure to escort the lady safely.”
Si Fuqing paused, looking at Yu Xi Heng.
She almost doubted if her boss knew about her driving skills.
Not allowing her to drive, and now not even letting her enter any cockpit?
Si Fuqing, expressionless, said, “You, don’t call ‘lady’.”
“Hmm?”
“I feel like I’m talking to an ancient noble.”
Yu Xiheng paused briefly, then replied softly, “No, not really.”
Brought back to the palace at nine, he lived in a secluded and neglected wing, even the eunuchs and maids could mistreat him.
He had nothing to do with nobility.
“Forget it, call whatever,” Si Fuqing said, walking away. “Who asks their beloved boss to be sad? Look at your leg, it’s healed, and you’re so good-looking, a real diamond bachelor. You’re amazing, don’t be sad.”
“Your ti is running out, you should go,” Yu Xiheng said, supporting his head, a slight smile on his face. “Lady.”
“I’m going, I’m going,” Si Fuqing muttered, rubbing her ears. “I’ll bring you sothing tasty when I return.”
Feng San walked ahead, feeling a bit strange.
Yu Xiheng was usually impassive, his emotional control almost perfect.
Usually, all Feng San could sense was his overwhelming presence.
How did Miss Si manage to notice even the slightest emotional fluctuations in Brother Nine?
He must be too careless.
Feng San felt ashad.
He resolved to learn more from Miss Si.
Lu Ningsheng was waiting on the rooftop. Seeing Feng San, she imdiately recognized his outstanding deanor and exquisite features. The way he walked was also very firm and controlled. He didn’t seem like an ordinary person.
She stood up to greet them. “Qingqing, this is-”
Feng San replied, “I’m Miss Si’s driver, Miss Lu, please don’t be formal.”
Lu Ningneng was perplexed.
She numbly followed Si Fuqing onto the plane.
After seeing Jiang Changfeng, she no longer believed Feng San’s words.
The plane’s interior was simple, even rudintary.
“This plane…” Lu Ning exclaid in surprise, “This plane is extraordinary.” Si Fuqing turned to her. “How so?”
“When I was studying at Hera Music Academy, I visited Etno University for a month and had the chance to see their aerospace lab,” Lu Ning explained. “Their technology is advanced, but this plane is no less impressive.”
Si Fuqing smiled. “After all, Great Xia has a history of five thousand years. Our ancestors’ wisdom is profound.”
Lu Ningsheng agreed. “True, but it’s a pity many technologies have been lost.”
Soon, the plane crossed Great Xia’s border and reached the Western Continent.
Despite its speed, the plane was incredibly stable.
This was the power of the MO family chanism, a great invention of Great Xia.
More than a thousand years ago, the genius MO Yanfeng built the impregnable MO chanical City, which remains unconquered to this day.
A few hours later, the plane landed at an airport.
The headquarters of “Oracle” was not far from the city of Glenn, in a neighboring international tropolis.
Before coming, Si Fuqing had arranged the ti.
As they disembarked and saw the prominent Western-style architecture, Lu Ningsheng was astounded. “Wait! Are we abroad?!”
It had only been a few hours.
At most five hours.
From Southern State to the Western Continent?
She must be dreaming.
“Yes, we are,” Si Fuqing said, putting on a hat. “Teacher Lu, I’m taking you to et an online friend..”
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