Quick Transmigration Bureau: Tenderness
The Quick Transmigration Bureau is pure white, with long, narrow corridors and rows of individual rooms, creating a very oppressive atmosphere.
After Qi An'an was taken away by the red light, she opened her eyes again and found herself in a more spacious white space.
The pure white stretches as far as the eye can see, and she seems to float in the air, yet walking on her feet feels as easy as walking on flat ground.
She carefully stepped into the air, when she suddenly heard a very faint laugh behind her.
She suddenly turned around and saw the man who was only an arm's length away from her.
Tall and slender, clad in a white uniform, he possessed a resemblance to Yan Xingcun, but he looked more like a figure made of snow, with short, silver-white hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes, as if glistening snowflakes had fallen onto white jade.
His pupils were a clear, light blue, like a bottomless pool of seawater, without any other color mixed in; upon closer inspection, they had a somewhat eerie quality.
That person, as cold as ice and snow, possessed an incomparably gentle temperament, as if capable of encompassing everything in the world.
What a clean-cut man.
She had originally thought that the main system that controlled the strange red threads would be a monster.
I never expected his physical form to look like this.
"It won't fall."
He lowered his eyelashes and spoke to her softly, his tone very familiar.
"You are... the main system?" Qi An'an looked him up and down, her gaze quite unrestrained, but her eyes were not unpleasant.
The man responded softly, "Mm."
"Can you change your appearance at will? Or is this what you've always looked like?"
"This is my face, you pinched it."
"?" A question mark popped into Qi An'an's mind.
What is he talking about? And... that's not her favorite type either.
Seeing the man's long, thick, silvery eyelashes trembling slightly, she couldn't resist reaching out to touch them.
He didn't flinch; instead, he lowered his head and brought his face in front of hers.
His skin was fair with a rosy glow, giving him an appearance that seemed ready to be taken advantage of.
I can't imagine how cute he would be if his entire skin turned this pink!
Hmm, thinking about it that way, he could also be her favorite type...
Qi An'an still had some sense of shame. She coughed lightly, managing to control her hand in time, and then asked, "Are you also Yan Xingcun?"
The man watched her retract her hand, his eyelids drooping, concealing the pale blue fabric, a hint of regret in his eyes.
He nodded and then said, "I am the Quick Transmigration System 001, also known as Wen Cun, a name given to me by An An."
After he entered the small world, there was a new set of data.
When Yan Xingcun was alive, his obsession with her exceeded his expectations. At that time, he even had the idea of trapping her in that world forever.
How dare he!
He finally found her and secretly arranged for her to enter a small world to nurture her soul.
However, he still harbored selfish motives, wanting to stay with her forever, which is why he chose to infiltrate her world...
He is not just Yan Xingcun.
But I'm not in a hurry to tell her these things.
"Wen Cun, I named it?" Qi An'an pointed to herself. "Are we that close?"
She asked the question, but she wasn't too surprised.
She had lost her memory, but judging from Wen Tsun and Cen Ji's attitude, she was quite familiar with them.
And then there's Donna and Colin, who were so eager to get her into the mission world.
Wen Cun raised his hand, his slender hand as cool and soft as jade, and gently grasped her wrist, telling her, "We were bound together, we are one."
He exuded a comfortable coolness, and Qi An'an didn't shake off his hand. "Binding?"
"Um."
"Then...does that mean you have to listen to me?"
She blinked tenderly, nodded, then shook her head. "We are symbiotic."
He always listened to her, but there was one thing he did against her wishes.
The light blue in his eyes deepened, becoming profound and melancholic.
Before Qi An'an could ask any more questions, she heard thunder coming from afar.
Wen Cun suddenly frowned. Just a moment ago he had been gentle and charming, but now he exuded coldness, like a docile prey that had instantly shed its disguise and become a apex predator.
Qi An'an blinked and asked, "Is it Cen Ji?"
He nodded tenderly.
Where is this place?
“This is the tenth floor,” Wen Cun said, changing her tone, “to my heart.”
Qi An'an was astonished; it turned out that the Quick Transmigration Bureau actually had ten layers.
She had no memory of it and many questions in her mind, but she didn't know how to ask them.
She used to desperately want to regain her memories, but now she doesn't seem to have that strong desire anymore.
Wen Cun suddenly said, "An An, let's go to the next world."
"Why?"
"I'm avoiding Cen Ji; I can't beat him right now."
"..." This was something Qi An'an hadn't considered.
She always felt that although the Quick Transmigration Bureau nominally had a director, the main system actually held supreme power over all its employees. Everyone was working for it, earning the right to have their wishes fulfilled.
So what if Cen Ji is number one on the leaderboard? Since he's in the quick transmigration game, he should still be subject to the constraints of the main system.
How come Wen Cun can't beat him?
Seeing a hint of embarrassment in Wen Cun's eyes, Qi An'an found it amusing. "Is he really that amazing? Without the system's help, he can still create such a commotion in the Quick Transmigration Bureau?"
Wen Cun nodded. "He already had powerful spiritual strength. Later, he killed the director and inherited all her power, which is why he is the way he is now."
Qi An'an blurted out, "What an unlucky bureau chief, he could be killed like that..."
His tender eyes gazed at her quietly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"..." Qi An'an's smile froze.
Oh, I remember now, the main system is bound to the director, creating a quick transmigration system.
Wen Cun said that she and he were a bound community.
So she's that unlucky bureau chief!
Ah, this.
Did she have some kind of mental illness before? Aren't titles like "leader" and "respected master" better than "bureau chief"?
Wen Cun seemed to see through her thoughts and said, "Many years ago, An An died suddenly while preparing for the civil service exam. At that time, An An's ultimate goal was... to become a bureau chief."
Qi An'an: "?"
9,6 flipped.
She slowly squatted down on the ground, silently processing the news that she was the unlucky bureau chief.
Wen Cun squatted down with her, staring at her intently.
Qi An'an hugged her knees and looked up at him, "And what is Cen Ji?"
Mentioning him would turn his gentle eyes cold, revealing obvious hostility and resentment.
"You brought him back from the small world and raised him, but he wants to kill you."
Wen Cun could hardly forget that day. He was in a semi-dormant state when suddenly, his connection with her was severed, and he could not appear by her side immediately.
When he appeared on the ninth floor, she was still sitting on the throne, but there was a pool of flowing red under her feet, which spread all the way down the stairs.
Hearing the tender voice, several images flashed through Qi An'an's mind, and her mood suddenly became heavy, as if several mountains were pressing down on her head.
She had been bound to the quick transmigration system for a very long time, perhaps thousands of years, or even longer, so her lost memories must be quite complex.
She wanted it even less.
She pressed her hand to her chest, her breathing heavy and labored.
He knelt down, gently pulling her petite body into his arms. "An'an, everything will be alright."
Qi An'an hugged his neck, her weight almost entirely on him. She didn't want to recall the past; the only thought that flashed through her mind was—she was indeed very easy to hug.
He must be the typical type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular build when undressed.
As she was thinking, she suddenly heard Wen Cun whisper in her ear, "An An, I have a slim waist, but I have abs."
Qi An'an: "..."
Tenderly: "An'an, every detail of me is shaped by you."
Qi An'an: "?"
"Every... inch?"
Wen Cun: "Mmm."
This "hmm" sound seemed to carry a hint of pleasure, and was drawn out slightly.
"..." Qi An'an was truly amazed at her past self.
Wen Cun tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile curving her lips.
He didn't tell her that she used up all her points while creating his image.
But she wasn't like a normal person anymore at that time.
After repeatedly blocking out emotions, a person becomes like a machine.
Therefore, when she sculpted his image, she did so without any emotion, simply mechanically completing a task on the list.
He was not born in love and expectation, but he was once loved and expected by her.
She said that her mother's surname is Wen, and he will be called Wen Cun from now on, and she wants to be his mother.
My mother is a ghost.
There was no time to say more. After another rumble of thunder, Wen Cun said, "Go to the small world and wait for me."
Qi An'an refused, gracefully getting up from him, "I'm not going, I want to retire."
Wen Cun: "..."
Then a faint smile appeared on his godlike face. "Okay."
"Retirement" is her wish after she became involved with him, and she mentions this word every day.
At that time, he was just an ordinary system and didn't understand her thoughts at all.
She cheered up again.
“Let’s go see Cen Ji,” Qi An’an said.
The smile on Wen Cun's face vanished completely. She remained silent, her thin lips pressed into a serious line.
She stepped forward. "Don't worry, he can't kill me again?"
He immediately said, "I won't let him succeed."
"That's settled then, isn't it?"
Wen Cun finally nodded, but her expression looked very serious.
Qi An'an couldn't resist teasing him, her fingertips touching his lips briefly before pulling away, "Are we just in a simple bond?"
Wen Cun shook her head. "No."
"We've done it."
Qi An'an's hand froze. "??"
Tenderness: "Here."
Qi An'an: "???"
Tenderness: "Many times."
Qi An'an: "..."
Seeing that An'an was expressionless and silent, Wen Cun couldn't tell her current mood, so he asked, "An'an, do you want it now?"
Qi An'an: "!!"
Wen Cun shook her head firmly, then earnestly advised, "The timing isn't right now, can you be a little more patient?"
Qi An'an was completely petrified. What had she done to him in the past?
"I...I didn't mean that." She stammered. "I, we'll go find, find Cen Ji."
Just then, thunder roared overhead, a flash of red light appeared before her eyes, and then her body moved with an invisible current.
By the time she realized what was happening, she was already in a small, confined space.
It was her room on the second floor.
The corridor outside was a bit noisy, so Qi An'an quickly opened the door and went out.
Almost everyone left the dull room and gathered together to discuss the internal strife at the top, occasionally mentioning Qi An'an, who had been "punished" by the main system.
Suddenly, everyone saw Qi An'an come out of the room, and all eyes turned to her at the same time, and the talking stopped.
The forum says that Qi An'an was punished by the main system, and the result was terrible. It is said that she was completely wiped out, with not even bones left.
But... isn't she here full of energy right now?
How exactly did that rumor start?
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