Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 108 - 105: Shall I give you a massage?

With the start of the second main storyline task, Jiu cilang’s live stream was opened once more—

[Here we go!]

[Finally!]

[Damn, this main task is even more outrageous than the last one. Did they copy this instance directly from some racy game?]

[No way, isn’t it too early to start the second main task? How did the first main task end? Which of the five addresses was chosen?]

[Yeah, from the moment the streamer returned to the rental room and saw the lost girl wrapped in a towel lying on the bed, the live stream was blocked. Then the task ended, the stream cut off, and now it starts right at the beginning of the second task? What the heck are we supposed to watch? Is this some kind of joke?]

[So, which address was chosen in the end?]

[I got stuck at this stage, and I can responsibly tell you that all the strategy character-provided addresses and all the secret doors can’t be touched! Touching them equals certain death! Those secret doors correspond to the switch for character ghostification. Once opened, the female ghost you strategize is permanently visible, making it impossible to complete the later main tasks. I barely made it to the near end of the second main task, but still... sigh]

[So, did the streamer choose none of the secret doors?]

[Where is the G. spot anyway? You still don’t know even after you died?]

[When they cut me off, the world before my eyes blurred, and at that moment, I vaguely saw in the darkened environment a flickering spot, like a firefly. I think, that must be the legendary G. spot]

[Ha, what’s the use of seeing the G. spot when you’re dead?]

[No, actually it’s useful because if he saw the G. spot when he died, surely other players would be able to as well. He got spooked by the visible female ghost, so he went straight to the viewer’s seat. But if a player who triggered the Reverse Dipper was left in this map, the situation would be different]

[Are you saying, the guy who triggered the Reverse Dipper gave the streamer a hint, helping Jiu cilang and the others find the G. spot?]

[I think so]

[Damn, is that even possible? How did the streamer discover such an obscure angle? A normal person wouldn’t think of that at all]

[Told you already, the streamer is a legendary figure. Don’t use your rookie thinking to figure out a grandmaster, we’re not even playing the same game as the grandmaster]

[Dang]

[The key is, even as a legendary figure, I think the streamer might still struggle to get out of this map]

[Is it just because you got stuck here that you assume this map is hell-level difficult? This is just an introductory instance]

[It’s not about me getting stuck here, the problem lies with the second main task]

[What’s up with the second main task?]

[This second main task is different from the one I had before dying! The task that got me killed was called ’Finding the Lost Treasure,’ not this ’Little Itchy Help Me’ borderline inappropriate theme!]

[щ(ºДºщ)]

[(○o○)]

[So the main task themes can change?]

[I don’t know, but I’ve seen the same instance, and even on restart, it’s still the same old main tasks, it doesn’t change]

[Could it really be that there’s something wrong with this instance, as that star-rated master said?]

[Where is that short and fat star-rated master? Isn’t he coming out to say something?]

...

...

Erin Group Headquarters Building.

At five past nine in the morning, Wen Nan walked into the office with a bag of medicine boxes.

Just as he passed the corridor, an arm reached out from the pantry and pulled Wen Nan inside forcefully.

"Senior Brother!" Zhang Beibei grabbed Wen Nan’s arm, leaned into his ear, and whispered, "The boss came in with a particularly bad mood this morning, as dark as ink! You should be careful, stay clear and don’t get yourself in trouble by stepping on her toes."

Wen Nan chuckled, but didn’t say a word.

He glanced at the medicine boxes in his hand, thinking he was definitely going to step on those toes.

But of course, he wouldn’t tell his junior about such ideas, his smile grew deeper. Wen Nan raised his hand to gently pinch his junior’s cheek, "Got it, be good."

9527: [Congratulations, target ’rosy-cheeked little junior,’ current strategy progress increased to: 83%.]

Leaving the pantry, Wen Nan walked straight to the CEO’s office door, just about to knock, he found the door ajar, as if expecting his arrival.

Wen Nan raised his hand, gently pushed open the door and went in, at once seeing Guan Ailin sitting in the swivel chair, staring blankly at the computer.

Back at work, Guan Ailin appeared plain-faced. Maybe finding her long hair a nuisance, she casually held it up in a loose bun with a pen.

She wasn’t wearing contact lenses, a pair of fine gold-rimmed glasses perched on her nose couldn’t hide her exquisite features. Her plain face was even paler without makeup, but it didn’t detract from her looks, instead, it gave her a delicate frailty like a begonia after the rain, making it hard to look away.

Getting closer, Wen Nan realized that her computer speakers were on, with the sound of several male voices conversing in English, seemingly another conference call.

Sweeping his gaze from the computer to the edge of the desk, he saw her impressive curves resting on the desktop, slightly flattened.

This posture...

Afraid of disturbing her call, Wen Nan didn’t dare speak rashly, and quietly moved around the desk. That’s when he realized Guan Ailin was curled up in the chair, tightly clutching her abdomen with both hands, looking very much in pain.

"...stomachache?"

Wen Nan softly asked, lifting the bag of medicine and offering it to her.

Guan Ailin turned her head, forced a smile at him, and raised a hand to receive the painkillers, "Thanks."

After those two simple words, she fell silent again, focusing back on the conference call.

Back to work, Guan Ailin became the reticent businesswoman again, the previous night’s date seemed like it had never happened.

Wen Nan checked the strategy progress from the system, and sure enough, saw a glaring 30%.

"Aren’t you leaving?"

Noticing him standing there in a daze, Guan Ailin gently asked.

Seeing her frown, Wen Nan instinctively wanted to say "I won’t disturb your meeting," and then leave promptly.

But on second thought, knowing Guan Ailin’s personality, she might not actually want him to go...

Quietly activating the Mind Reading Technique, that soft female voice echoed in Wen Nan’s mind—

’If I ask you to leave, would you really just go, you blockhead’

’Stomachache, it hurts, sob sob sob’

’Help me, sob’

So... she actually wants Wen Nan to stay?

But what could Wen Nan do by staying here? He isn’t a painkiller.

Thinking of this, Wen Nan’s eyes naturally fell on the table edge with the water cup situated there.

To pour her a cup of hot water?

As soon as the thought arose, her voice reverberated in his mind—

’Why are you looking at the cup?’

’Don’t tell me you want me to drink more hot water?’

’Don’t drink, hmph!’

’๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐’

So... no advising her to drink hot water?

After contemplating for a moment, Wen Nan stretched out his hand at her chest:

"Want me to rub it for you?"