A wonderful day begins the moment you fall asleep and ends as soon as you wake up.
Opening his eyes, he glanced at his phone—it was morning.
The Biscuit Boy incident had passed a few days ago.
Song Wuli had used the magical girl’s body to visit that hospital for a checkup, where they treated his wounds.
After three days, the injury still wasn’t fully healed.
Getting old meant slower recovery.
Old Song sighed while eating breakfast, reminiscing about the past.
Back when he was a middle schooler, his body’s healing ability was incredibly strong.
He recalled when he first learned to ride a bike and fell, scraping the skin off his knee.
Just a bandage was enough, and after a few days, it healed without leaving a scar.
Looking at his current injuries, he could clearly tell that his healing ability in this body was much weaker.
When using the magical girl’s body, the recovery was much faster.
He still remembered how he could do ten pull-ups at school, but now he couldn’t even do one.
Back then, he could stay up all night playing games, sleep for two hours, and still attend class.
Now, even with eight hours of sleep, he felt tired.
Ah, youth.
It was a shame he couldn’t use the magical girl’s body all the time—not because of lack of magical power, but because he had to restrain his desires.
The magical girl’s body was superior in most aspects compared to that of a 34-year-old man.
It was easy to become addicted, and there was the risk of completely falling into it.
He had to control how many times he transformed into the magical girl.
With that thought in mind, over these three days, he drastically reduced his transformation time and even cut down on going to the milk tea shop to work—only going once.
After finishing breakfast, he left home and took some time to reach the subway station.
Today, there were fewer people on the subway.
The surface roads had almost been fully repaired and were now open to traffic.
Some citizens chose to drive or take the bus, so the subway was less crowded.
It had been three days, and many people were still discussing Biscuit Boy and the Eastern Alliance.
The situation had further escalated because there was new international news today.
Song Wuli pulled out his new phone and checked the news.
The Human Alliance had reacted strongly to the attack on the Eastern Alliance.
Today, they released a preliminary investigation report.
They believed that negligence within the Eastern Alliance was one of the main reasons Biscuit Boy was able to breach the headquarters’ perimeter.
Poor technology and overly lax management were identified as the other major causes.
This was a serious incident that damaged the Human Alliance’s reputation.
They didn’t just brush it off with jokes but conducted a serious investigation into the causes, the process, and the results.
At least on the surface, their investigation seemed thorough.
Currently, the Eastern Alliance’s Vice District Chief had been suspended—the highest-ranking official to face suspension.
The Director of the Countermeasure Center, the middle-aged man, was also suspended.
Huang Yi was among those suspended as well.
Besides these three, over twenty others had been suspended.
Song Wuli could smell the scent of politics.
This was no simple investigation; it was also a purge.
He deeply disliked these political maneuvers.
He took out his silver phone again.
It had been completely reset a few days ago, and he had opened the case to inspect the hardware.
Now it was safe to use.
Opening the chat groups, he saw that the Jin, Yin, and Hong sisters were still chatting about everyday matters—like having hamburgers and fried chicken for breakfast, even sending photos.
Huan Hong had purposely transformed into her magical girl form to eat those high-calorie foods, taking advantage of the fact that magical girls didn’t grow up, satisfying her cravings.
She had recovered well and had finally stepped out of the shadow left by Biscuit Boy’s humiliation.
Looking at Jin Luan’s messages, she was much more diligent, practicing her Sword Technique.
She had sent several photos of herself wiping sweat during breaks, with a wooden sword lying beside her.
Her dedication inspired Huan Hong, who had started training in Staff Technique.
The two girls had been competing since dawn, right at the break of day.
Now, at this hour, they had naturally gone to school.
They even took some photos along the way, sharing the beautiful roadside scenery in the group chat.
Song Wuli casually sent a comment in the group: 【Only trash would work out this early in the morning】【No matter how much you train, you’ll never beat Yin Lin, oh】
Although it was his own message, it still made his skin crawl—so disgusting.
Playing multiple personalities like this was making him feel like he was developing schizophrenia.
After some time, he arrived at the company.
“Morning, Team Leader Song,” Xiao Liu greeted him.
“Morning.” Song Wuli nodded.
He didn’t see Huang Yijun today.
Just as he was heading to his workstation, he suddenly spotted a few people.
“Morning, Team Leader,” said a woman’s voice.
It was the woman named Rita from the outer district who had interviewed a few days ago.
She had actually passed?
And was already starting today?
Song Wuli nodded to her. “Morning. If you have any questions, just ask Xiao Liu or Xiao Zhao.”
She replied, “Okay.”
He took a moment to appraise her.
She was dressed very formally, wearing an OL Suit Skirt paired with a single ponytail, giving off a very professional vibe.
With her sweet looks and outstanding figure, working in the Copywriting Team seemed a bit beneath her.
Even if she were an executive assistant, she’d look the part.
Looking at the others’ outfits, most were more casual.
As Song Wuli walked past Rita, he saw two other newcomers beside her—also from that same interview day.
Only three had been hired in the end.
It seemed only two had agreed to lower their salary, while Rita’s pay was already at rock bottom.
The two other newcomers, dressed formally as well, politely greeted Song Wuli.
Copywriting Team 2 now had only seven members, including Old Song.
All six others arrived earlier than him—they were diligent.
Just as he sat down, Rita came over.
She asked, “Team Leader, what’s my work for today?”
Song Wuli replied, “I’ll send it to you in a bit. Also, you all should join the Work Group Chat first.”
He took out his phone, added them as friends one by one, then pulled them into the Document Group 2 Group Chat.
Next, he assigned them tasks: some to write side quests, others to create character profiles, and some to draft all kinds of miscellaneous tips.
This didn’t mean that everything written would definitely be used.
In reality, about 30% of the copywriting content would never be implemented, and another 20% wouldn’t be used for one or two years.
He estimated none of the new recruits’ work this week would make it into the game.
It was just to give them practice and help them get familiar with the work environment.
Once work started, there were still whispers in the office.
Xiao Liu and Xiao Zhao were discussing the new woman.
Just as HR and finance predicted, this outsider was special and would become a very shining presence.
Xiao Liu would occasionally stand and walk past Rita, deliberately offering guidance.
Xiao Zhao did the same, frequently excusing herself to go to the restroom, then passing by Rita to teach her some work-related matters.
Rita, whether intentionally or not, frequently came to Song Wuli with questions—asking if she could set a password on the computer, if she could take work home, or if she could use pen and paper to do her tasks.
Old Song patiently taught her.
I say, she is SUS