Can I Transmigrate Even While Sleeping?
The snow-covered Changbai Mountains stood tall under the blue sky and clouds. A strong wind blew from the mountains, and the pine branches covered in snow swayed and fell to the ground.
At this moment, in the office of the Logistics and Public Relations Department of the Changbai Mountain tourism bureau.
A black-haired young man was lying on the table, bathing in the lazy sunlight. His shoulders rose and fell slowly with his breathing.
Weng! Weng! Weng!
Suddenly, the phone not far from the young man's head vibrated. The violent vibration woke the young man up.
Song Chen, who was woken up by the vibration of the phone, reached out to grab his phone. He answered the call without looking at it.
"…crooked?"
"Song Chen, come to the conference room at 3:30 this afternoon. There's an important meeting that requires everyone to attend.”
"Ah?"
Listening to the unfamiliar male voice, Song Chen could not help but lift his head up from his arms. He was caught in the glaring sunlight and his eyes were clearly confused.
"Meeting? What meeting? Haven't I already…"
Beep, beep…!
However, before Song Chen could finish his sentence, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up decisively.
Song Chen looked sleepy and confused.
Didn't I just resign? Why did you call me for a meeting?"
Ding!
Suddenly, his phone rang with a text message notification, but Song Chen was not in the mood to check his phone.
He raised his head and looked out of the window. It was snowing heavily and the cold wind was howling. He felt cold through the glass.
Song Chen could not help but rub his eyes, his face filled with confusion.
"I remember it's June now, right? Why was it snowing so heavily after just sleeping? Could it be that he was wronged?"
However, Song Chen was jolted awake almost immediately. He shook his head like a rattle-drum and interrupted his thoughts.
"No! This place doesn't seem to be my home…"
Song Chen turned around and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him, as well as the uniform that he was wearing. A bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
"F * ck! Did I…transmigrate?"
Song Chen's brain seemed to want him to recognize this fact. An unfamiliar memory appeared in Song Chen's mind.
"Hiss…"
Forcefully stuffing unfamiliar memories into Song Chen's mind made him feel as if his head was swelling.
She could not help but hug her head and lie on the table. The hands that were hugging her head could not help but grab her hair.
After a while, Song Chen, who was lying on the table, slowly calmed down.
"Dragon Country…Song Chen…Staff member of the tourism bureau…"
Song Chen, who had finished merging his memories, frowned and muttered softly. He had a rough understanding of the situation at the moment.
"I didn't expect to be able to transmigrate while sleeping.”
From the memories he had fused, Song Chen was certain that he had transmigrated.
Furthermore, he had transmigrated to a parallel world that was exactly the same as Earth!
However, there were only some details that were different. The Dragon Country in this world had suddenly become stronger. Its military and people's livelihood had developed rapidly, and it had the momentum of becoming the world's strongest country.
However, for some reason, the domestic tourism industry was extremely backward. Probably due to the impact of the Western countries such as Orlando and Universal Studios, there were very few young people interested in the mountains, rivers, and scenic spots of the Dragon Country.
After graduating from university, Song Chen chose to listen to his aunt's 'friendly advice' and applied for the tourism bureau.
After becoming a clerk, he was successfully arranged by his aunt to enter the Changbai Mountain tourism bureau and even assigned a separate office.
It was called a family should be neat and tidy!
Due to the decreasing number of tourists in recent years, the tourist attractions had become more and more depressed. Song Chen also stayed in the office every day to fish in troubled waters.
"Hiss…this life is so beautiful. It feels good to transmigrate.”
Recalling his life as a clerk, Song Chen nodded in satisfaction and happily accepted the fact that he had transmigrated.
After all, transmigration was like a forceful hug. Since he couldn't resist, he would just enjoy it in peace.
"I think someone just said that there was a meeting…and a text message.”
Song Chen recalled the phone call he received when he first transmigrated. He instinctively opened his phone and clicked on the text message.
Chenchen, don't be late for the meeting. Otherwise, I'll spank you!
"So it's Auntie…She's almost thirty, but she's still so lively.”
Song Chen, who had fused with his memories, recalled a woman in black silk who had kicked his butt. He shook his head helplessly and stood up to move his sore body.
"Then let's start a new life!"
Following the route in his memory, Song Chen quickly found the meeting room on the third floor.
At the same time, he couldn't help but feel lucky that the structure of the tourism bureau was simple.
Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Song Chen to find a meeting room based on his memory of only passing by once.
Thump! Thump!
His right hand formed a fist and gently knocked on the conference door.
"The door isn't locked. Come in!"
Song Chen pushed the door open and entered the meeting room.
There were already three or four people sitting in the conference room. One of them, who looked to be about the same age as Song Chen, was waving at him.
"Aiyo, it's rare that you're not late today, Little Song ~"
"Hehe, because the meeting is more important.”
Song Chen scratched his head and replied with a smile. At the same time, he sighed silently in his heart.
How much of a salted fish was the 'me' in the past? He was late for a meeting? Should I be late in the future?
Song Chen sat down at the edge of the conference room as he thought about it.
In her memory, Song Chen would always choose a corner position. Yes, it was suitable for him to slack off.
"Hmm? What is this?"
Song Chen sat down and noticed a document on the table. He turned to look at it.
He noticed that there was a similar document in front of every seat.
It seemed like everyone had one. It should be something that they needed for the meeting.
With that thought in mind, Song Chen opened the document in front of him with a peace of mind. He looked at the few big words on the front page and read out each word softly.
"Changbai Mountain promotional video pilot shooting mission.”
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