Chapter 33: The Kirin Arm
Wang Ming: “…”
So, with this copy-paste, are all the rented apartments exactly the same, or…is there some subtle difference in each apartment?
After getting a good night’s sleep, Wang Ming began to ponder these meaningless questions.
Sometimes he was interested in such pointless things, like lying on the bed playing with his phone after work. He’d always been a bit of a slacker.
Wang Ming picked up his phone and glanced at it, then realized it wasn’t mealtime, and no one would be calling him for dinner.
Since he had nothing to do, Wang Ming decided to wander around in this sea of rented apartments.
Wang Ming opened the second door to the new world and resolutely walked in.
After a brief exploration, Wang Ming could confirm that everything in the second apartment was identical to the first.
Wang Ming: “…”
It seems this is a one-click copy-paste process, Wang Ming thought.
Then he became curious about how many of these copy-pasted apartments there were in this huge room.
Wang Ming: “…”
Why do I always have this pointless curiosity? Wang Ming thought.
Although he had a comprehensive, three-dimensional, and multi-angle understanding of his personality, Wang Ming didn’t intend to change.
So Wang Ming began a maze-like exploration of this area filled with countless copies of his rented apartment.
After exploring a dozen or so apartments in a row…
Wang Ming: “…”
Why do I feel like I’m having a nightmare? Wang Ming thought.
It’s that kind of dream where you trek mountains and rivers, cross mountains and valleys, travel a long distance, and then take a closer look and find that you’ve been here before – you’ve encountered a ghost wall.
This isn’t a ghost wall, Wang Ming thought.
At best, it could be called a “dragon wall,” Wang Ming coined a new term and thought, isn’t this more imposing and majestic than a ghost wall?
While mentally composing his new dictionary, Wang Ming continued opening and closing doors, having a great time.
However, as he played, Wang Ming felt something was wrong.
I don’t remember which door I came in from, Wang Ming thought.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wow, I might not be able to get out, Wang Ming realized a very real problem.
In a few days, I might really enter the paranormal world, and physically, at that, Wang Ming joked with himself.
Then if people ask how I died, I’ll say I got lost and starved to death in my natural partner’s house?
Wang Ming thought this wouldn’t do.
Mainly, it was a bit embarrassing. He wasn’t completely unconventional.
Saying he was eating soft rice in his natural partner’s house wasn’t good, but dying of starvation was even worse.
Thinking this, Wang Ming started opening doors more diligently, searching for a way out.
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Time flew, and it was dinner time.
Knowing that Wang Ming didn’t like owing favors, but since it was his first day moving in, Ao Chen felt that showing a little hospitality wouldn’t hurt. What was ordinary fare to him, the other could return with ordinary fare as well.
So Ao Chen instructed the kitchen to prepare a “simple meal” and sent his bodyguard, the listless panda, to invite Wang Ming to the feast.
“He should have come out by now, why is there still no sign of him?” The listless panda received the master’s instructions, nodded, seemingly chatting casually with Ao Chen, yet also muttering to himself, walking towards Wang Ming’s room upstairs.
He must be asleep, the listless panda thought as he went upstairs, figuring their cheap son-in-law didn’t care much about the outside world.
If it were someone shallow and materialistic, they’d probably be flitting around this dragon palace.
But then again, though the Natural World’s excellent matching mechanism matched his master with such a “materialistic person,” at least his character was good, he probably wouldn’t match someone who valued money above all else, the listless panda thought, arriving at Wang Ming’s room.
The listless panda knocked on the door.
After waiting for a long time, there was no response.
The listless panda: “…”
“Young man, the master invites you downstairs for dinner.” The listless panda knocked again and continued.
The room remained silent, with no one responding to the knock.
“Master invites you downstairs for dinner.” The listless panda wondered if there was a communication barrier and tried a different approach.
Still no one answered the door; the silence was like the beginning of a cheesy horror movie.
The listless panda: “…”
Wow, I didn’t expect a paranormal world pet to be affected by this shoddy atmosphere, the listless panda thought, and directly opened the door.
“Then, I’ll disturb you.” The listless panda muttered to himself, entering the room.
He found the room indeed empty.
This small room has a pretty good layout, the listless panda thought.
Although he hadn’t stayed long with Wang Ming, the listless panda observed that the young man, though ordinary-looking, short, and poor, was a practical person.
Wow, a classic honest man, pure 24K gold, no adulteration, the listless panda thought, and inexplicably flashed images of angry young women whose parents had introduced them to a man utterly outclassed by them in every way.
If I were the master and had been matched with such a guy, I probably wouldn’t be as calm as the master. Speaking of which, why is the master so calm? The listless panda wondered gossipyly.
As the listless panda was busy gossiping, Wang Ming finally emerged from his infinite apartment maze and arrived in the initial living room.
The listless panda: “…”
Wang Ming: “…”
The listless panda saw their cheap son-in-law with a rosy face, sweating profusely, and grimacing as he swung his right arm.
“Wow, little brother, what were you doing all this time? Why is your right arm so much bigger than your left?” The listless panda asked in bewilderment.
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