A barbecue restaurant.
Fang Lei, dressed in a sharp suit, waved his hand. “Old Ning, over here, over here!”
Ning Busan plopped down next to him and asked, “Brother Lei, did the interview go well today?”
Fang Lei smiled but said nothing.
Yang Hao said cheerfully, “With our Brother Lei's abilities, snagging that offer is a piece of cake!”
Qi Yu popped open a can of beer. “Come on, let's toast to Brother Lei's successful interview!”
Fang Lei said with a beaming smile, “I'm starting work in a couple of days. But the company is too far from school, so I'm planning to rent a place nearby.”
“Today's my treat. Thanks for looking out for me these past four years, guys. Consider this a farewell dinner!”
Ning Busan said, “Why are you suddenly getting so sentimental? We're all in A City. It's not like it'll be hard to meet up whenever we want.”
“You're right!” Fang Lei patted Ning Busan's shoulder. “But Old Ning, I'm really worried about you.”
“Yang Hao and Qi Yu have already received their graduate school admission letters, and I've found a job. What do you plan on doing after graduation?”
“Me?” Ning Busan sighed softly. “I just want to lie flat and be a useless bum!”
Fang Lei: “...”
He had almost forgotten—this kid was a rich second-generation heir!
...
After graduation, Ning Busan spent nearly half a year idling at home.
In the end, his father really couldn't stand his idle, do-nothing lifestyle anymore and gave him two options:
Either take a sum of startup capital and go start his own business, or intern at a company to gain experience so he could inherit the family business in the future.
Ning Busan was too lazy to go through all that trouble, so he chose the second option.
To his frustration, the company his father arranged for his internship was not their family business.
Ning Busan asked resentfully, “Dad, why won't you let me work at your company?”
His father replied, “Oh, please! With those spineless uncles of yours, they'd just treat you like a crown prince. What on earth could you learn at our own company?”
Ning Busan said, “You could teach me yourself!”
His father possessed great self-awareness. “I spoil you even more than your uncles do.”
Ning Busan mumbled, “But on someone else's turf, your son is really going to be worked like a dog!”
His father said, “The boss of that game company is a friend of mine. I've already spoken to him in advance. You'll be his assistant and learn some real skills from him.”
“Don't worry, he's very reliable!”
Ning Busan pouted. “Fine...”
Late that night, Ning Busan posted a thread online: [About to become the boss's assistant. How do I slack off during work hours?]
Yes, he hadn't even started his job yet and he was already thinking about how to slack off.
Within less than a minute, he received a reply.
[Just kneel down and call him 'Dad' the moment you see him. Adopt him as your godfather! Forget slacking off, you can literally do absolutely nothing and it won't be a problem!]
Ning Busan: “...”
What kind of weird netizen was this?
Wait...
This ID was incredibly familiar!
Great Seer!
Why did he always run into this guy?
Was he being haunted?
...
The next day.
Ning Busan wore a suit and went to work at the game company.
The boss was a blonde, blue-eyed foreigner who looked very young.
Ning Busan recalled that their family business didn't have any dealings with the gaming industry. He had no idea when his father had befriended such a person.
After all, it was their first meeting, and Ning Busan couldn't read his boss's personality yet. He prepared to introduce himself first. “Hello, Boss, I am...”
The boss pulled him straight into a bear hug. “I know, you're Ning Busan!”
Ning Busan hadn't expected him to be so enthusiastic. Somewhat dazed, he said, “Please take care of me in the future.”
Leo looked at his stiff, formal posture and almost burst out laughing. “Your desk is right next to mine. Everything has been prepared for you.”
Ning Busan didn't expect him to get straight to the point so quickly. He asked, “Boss, what are my duties?”
Leo said, “Come, play a couple of games with me first.”
Ning Busan: “...”
Was he serious?
Leo turned on his computer. Ning Busan glanced over and actually spotted a familiar icon.
Ning Busan was a bit surprised. “Boss, you play Xeno Invasion too?”
Leo said, “I'm one of the creators of this game.”
“Huh?” Ning Busan didn't expect such a coincidence. He immediately asked, “Is there any chance this game will ever go back online?”
Leo looked at Ning Busan and said, “That depends on whether the publisher is willing to return.”
“Can't you just find a different publisher?”
“No.”
“...Oh.”
Ning Busan also turned on the computer at his desk.
Since his boss wanted him to play, he had no choice but to comply.
However, the moment Ning Busan saw his teammate's ID, his fists instantly clenched. “Great Seer!”
He didn't believe this was just a coincidence!
Leo asked with a half-smile, “What's wrong?”
Ning Busan took a deep breath. “I'm! Fine!”
Playing a competitive game with a deadweight teammate could only end in one thing: total mental collapse.
Before long, Ning Busan suppressed the urge to smash his mouse and said with a smile, “Boss, let's play something else.”
Leo nodded nonchalantly. “Sure, you choose.”
Ning Busan chose a two-player local versus game. After single-handedly killing Leo seventy-two times, he finally managed to cool down his raging, red-hot temper.
At the very end, he threw a match on purpose and said in an exaggerated tone, “Boss, you're too good!”
Leo: “...”
That really wasn't necessary!
Just then, the secretary brought in lunch.
Leo said with a smile, “Don't be shy, let's eat together.”
Only then did Ning Busan start to feel awkward.
On his first day of work, he had played games with his boss, and spent most of that time hunting him down and killing him.
After eating, Ning Busan asked, “Boss, shouldn't I familiarize myself with the company's business?”
Leo stroked his chin. “Sure. Go inspect the workflow of each department for me. It'll also be a good opportunity for them to get to know you.”
Finally able to leave the office, Ning Busan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
His old man actually said this boss was reliable?
More like ridiculous!
Leo stared at Ning Busan's retreating figure, falling into deep thought.
The flow of time inside the dream was different from the outside world. Had those two still not decided a victor?
Once they entered Ning Busan's dream, it would be time to reel in the net...
Rate on N.U.
