Chapter 16 is sweet and sticky.

She is willing to retract all her previous criticisms of "Love at the End of the World".

She's too shallow.

She didn't see the true potential of this game.

Now, all she wants to do is raise her arms and shout: "Love in the End of the World, yyds!"

Jiang Luo: "Thank you, Yan Zihe."

"No……"

"Ring ring ring ring, the phone's ringing..."

It's still Brother Lin.

"I've been notified about the audition! Get ready, I'll come pick you up right away!"

Jiang Luo jumped up, "Okay."

We've got a job!

Swift as a cheetah on the prairie, she immediately darted into the dressing room to put on an outfit, and then sat down at the vanity to do her makeup.

She hasn't auditioned in so long!

-【strict】-

Luo Luo has gone offline.

Holding his phone, Yan Zihe walked to the bed and lay down.

That's strange.

The moment I heard Luo Luo's voice, it felt like I'd been electrocuted.

The echo was still reverberating in his ears—

"Yan... Yan Zihe, hello."

"Yan... Yan Zihe, hello."

...

Sweet and sticky.

"Thump, thump, thump."

My heart is pounding.

It was comparable to the beating of drums on a battlefield.

Strong and powerful.

The soft bed became the deck of the small boat, and he felt himself swaying with the waves.

It swayed and swayed, making his heart flutter.

Sizzle—Sizzle—Sizzle—

A strange rustling sound came from the room.

Pulling himself away from the intense emotions, "Yan Zihe" sat up, about to search for the source of the sound.

Suddenly, a white light flashed.

It was a VIP ward.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the room bright and clean.

A patient lay on the hospital bed, thin and pale, with a serene expression on his face, as if he were asleep.

He had delicate features, milky skin, and beautiful crescent-shaped lips, like a sky that had been washed clean, clean and clear.

Beside him stood a robust young man.

The young man's brows were furrowed, his face slightly darkened, making him appear even more solemn.

Suddenly, the person on the bed's eyes flickered.

Is he waking up?

Upon seeing this, the young man was overjoyed.

"Hey, doctor! Doctor!"

"He Ziyan! You're finally awake!"

...

Although it was clearly just one person, he roared out the power of an entire team.

"Noisy." The person on the hospital bed moved their lips and uttered a single word.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as obsidian.

Memories of the past come rushing back.

The man who roared like a chimpanzee was named Ji Bei, and he was his childhood friend.

And he is He Ziyan.

He Ziyan, 25 years old, graduated from the Computer Science Department of MIT. After returning to China, he and his good friend Ji Bei founded YB Technology Company.

The team developed ACAI, a companion robot, which quickly gained widespread attention in the industry upon its release and is about to enter mass production.

The next stage of research and development aims to create a brain cloud, a network that transmits human brain consciousness to form a consciousness link in the cloud.

Before becoming Yan Zihe, He Ziyan tested Brain Cloud Machine No. 1.

Ji Bei shouted loudly, and doctors and nurses rushed over.

The people in front of him were busy, but He Ziyan stared blankly at them, feeling lost and bewildered.

He returned to the real world.

He is no longer Yan Zihe.

No longer need to be trapped in that tiny digital world.

We should be thankful.

But why... does it feel like there's a void in my heart?

A cool breeze filled the gap.

"I need to go to the company, ah—"

Just as He Ziyan was about to get up, Ji Bei pressed him down with a palm strike.

The body, which was originally fine, was almost made to vomit blood by the pressure.

Ji Bei roared furiously, "You're not allowed to go anywhere until the examination is finished!"

Ji Bei has studied Taekwondo for fifteen years and holds a 5th dan black belt. His muscles are thicker than hemp rope.

Standing there, it resembles a great mountain.

We can't beat them.

Forced by his tyranny, He Ziyan decided to give up the struggle.

-

Two hours later.

Seeing that He Ziyan's test results were all normal, Ji Beishi finally let him go.

"I really owe you something. You suddenly fell into a coma for so long, but there was nothing wrong with you. Do you know that I, your father, have been taking care of you day and night these past few days..."

A grey Porsche 911 drove out of the hospital, onto the wide street, and sped away at breakneck speed.

He Ziyan remained silent.

strangeness.

Normally, He Ziyan would have retaliated upon hearing the word "Dad," but now he remained silent, staring out the window as if he hadn't heard it.

Ji Bei glanced at him sideways and asked, "You've looked so lost since you woke up, and now you have to rush to the company. What's wrong?"

"If I told you my consciousness entered a game and I was a game character for a few days," He Ziyan asked lazily, his gaze still fixed on the roadside, "would you believe me?"

"Damn! That's amazing? Of course I believe it!" Ji Bei exclaimed. "Doesn't this just prove that our brain cloud is achievable? It's probably because something went wrong during the consciousness transmission that it connected to the game database..."

The discussion about technology was like a spark thrown in, which then ignited He Ziyan's passionate torch.

That was before.

In the past, any topic related to technology could always ignite He Ziyan's passion.

But now, he won't listen to anything.

It's like there's a layer of paper over my head, isolating me from my emotions.

Indifferent, apathetic.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but in an instant, an inappropriate thought popped into his head: becoming "Yan Zihe" wouldn't be bad.

Yan Zihe.

He Ziyan lowered his eyelids and fell into thought.

The noisy buzzing of Ji Bei was not real.

Along the asphalt road, rows of roadside trees stand neatly, facing each other in pairs, stretching all the way to the end.

-

YB Park.

Three days later, upon returning to the company laboratory, the familiar scene unfolded before his eyes, and He Ziyan paused for a moment in front of the door.

It feels like a lifetime ago.

Actually, it was only three days.

Three days is nothing in the grand scheme of life.

But these three days seemed different from others.

With long strides, He Ziyan walked straight toward Brain Cloud Unit 1.

A huge helmet hangs above, with intricate red and blue wires connecting the various modules. Unit 1 is still the same as before.

"What? You want to wear it again?" Ji Bei walked over, stood with his arms crossed, and looked at He Ziyan with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Ignoring the other person's smug expression, He Ziyan sat down and said calmly, "Okay, let's try again."

"Why? Aren't you afraid you won't be able to come back next time?" Ji Bei frowned.

He glanced at him, placed his hand on the armrest, and said expressionlessly, "To dedicate oneself to science."

Ji Bei choked, scratching the back of his head, and muttered, "When did you become so enlightened?"

He walked to the machine and placed his finger on the control panel: "The brain cloud is malfunctioning. After you fell into a coma, other lab technicians volunteered to try, but the machine didn't respond. I've been busy taking care of you these past few days and haven't been keeping an eye on this. It must not be fixed yet."

Upon hearing this, He Ziyan still decided to give it a try.

"What? Do you think I would lie to you? I'm your most respected father..." Unable to persuade him, Ji Bei cursed as he pressed the start button on the machine.

He Ziyan sat upright.

The helmet dropped down, covering his head.

He closed his eyes.

"Go!" Ji Bei shouted.

Unfortunately, there was no response at all; not even the crackling sound of electricity.

Brain Cloud Unit 1 has indeed malfunctioned.

Opening his eyes, He Ziyan's usually calm and even eyes held a hint of disappointment.

He lifted his helmet, stood up, and walked toward the glass door.