Genius Club

Chapter 132: 125: The Invitation

Chapter 132: Chapter 125: The Invitation

The weather had warmed recently, and Lin Xian’s bedding had become much thinner.

With a gentle flick, he flipped the flimsy blanket off, slipped into his slippers, and stood up from the side of the bed.

“VV.”

He uttered this odd name.

It should be mentioned, or not... Actually, hearing the name VV from CC wasn’t all that strange.@@@@

It certainly had a certain style.

...

But the issue was.

CC said that VV was the name of a long-haired, bearded, middle-aged man.

In fact, Lin Xian had often doubted whether this man could be his future self.

But such thoughts could only linger in the realm of suspicion, without evidence, without a concrete image.

The only clues he had were two.

One was the name VV.

The other was the voice, which was very similar to his own.

Although other information was virtually nonexistent, from CC’s various reactions thus far, it was not hard to see...

“This man called VV is a person of great importance to CC.”

Maybe, this was CC’s real “secret.”

It was also related to the “very important thing” she wouldn’t divulge, come hell or high water.

“Let’s not think about it for now.”

Lin Xian picked up the water glass from the desk, took a few sips, and screwed the cap back on.

Just like this.

Each time he entered the dream, he would gain some information, make a bit of progress, pry a bit of intel from CC; Lin Xian was quite content.

At the very least, he now had a lead to infiltrate New Donghai City.

Lin Xian yawned, crawled back under the covers, and tucked the edges of the blanket around him before closing his eyes.

...

The next day, Lin Xian didn’t go to work.

Zhao Yingjun sent him an address on WeChat, belonging to one of Donghai City’s most famous recording studios.

Today, the singer Milk was scheduled to record the theme song for Rhein Cat there, and the MV director who had previously stood them up was also expected to attend.

Zhao Yingjun asked Lin Xian to come and meet, to exchange creative ideas if any.

Lin Xian went downstairs and took a cab to the recording studio.

The traffic in Donghai City was congested that morning... The flow of vehicles on the road was almost at a standstill.

Having always taken the subway to work, he’d never experienced this. Today, catching a cab at this hour allowed him to truly witness the charm of traffic jams in this international metropolis.

“I still need to find time to go buy a car from Gao Yang... but he has already returned to his hometown. I can only wait until after the New Year to fulfill that promise.”

After spending roughly 40 minutes, Lin Xian finally arrived at the recording studio.

Because he was late.

By the time he entered, Milk had already gone into the soundproof booth to start recording.

Through the glass, he could see Milk wearing large headphones, focused on the score in front of her, singing with great dedication.

The glass room was completely soundproof, and he couldn’t hear what was being sung inside.

The workroom outside the glass was very quiet, with only the low voices of a few staff members conversing.

The sound of Lin Xian opening the door still drew the attention of several people inside, and they looked over at him as Zhao Yingjun nodded:

“Lin Xian, you’re here.”

Lin Xian nodded, closed the door behind him, and walked in.

The air conditioning in the workroom was strong, and Zhao Yingjun had already taken off her coat.

She was as impeccably made-up as always and seemed to have cut her hair a bit shorter, looking neat and tidy.

The silver ear pendants swayed back and forth as she had just turned her head... Needless to say, Lin Xian guessed that Zhao Yingjun was probably wearing a gray coat on the outside today.

What an obsessive-compulsive behavior...

Lin Xian internally scoffed, thinking that if a clone ever impersonated Zhao Yingjun, this little habit would instantly give away the truth.