The Guide Wants to Obey the Script

The Special Agents Association, officially known as the National Union of Special Individuals, is currently holding a welcoming ceremony for new employees for the autumn season. The event takes place in the conference room of a seaside resort hotel, and it is said that after the welcome party, team building and networking activities will immediately follow. The new employees are given half a day off before starting their official duties, which perfectly aligns with the unconventional style of the union’s chairman, who likes to do things as they come to mind.

 

The balding chairman, with only a few strands of hair remaining on his head, passionately delivered his speech on the stage. His main points are divided into three sub-points, and each sub-point is further elaborated with three minor points. He enthusiastically painted grand visions with his words. However, the young sentinels and guides in the audience clearly don’t buy into his rhetoric. Only a few in the front rows were attentively listening, while the rest were either daydreaming or whispering among themselves.

 

The whole structure is unstable, and the top structure is not yet properly established. Behind the chairman, there were two rows of union leaders, several of whom appeared to be daydreaming. One of them was even leaning back in his chair with both arms crossed, shamelessly dozing off.

 

The hostess waiting on the side became anxious about the progress of the meeting. She politely pushed open a narrow slit in the backstage door and cautiously peeked at the situation on the stage. The chairman’s figure trembled incessantly due to his forceful and emphatic speech. The sleeping director behind him has already fallen into a deep slumber. The hostess quickly withdrew her gaze and noticed a pure black wheelchair standing nearby. A person in a white guide’s suit and dress was seated in the wheelchair, with slightly raised pant legs revealing slender ankles that were far more delicate than those of an average person, fittingly captivating.

 

She was taken aback for a moment and instinctively looked up, unexpectedly meeting a pair of misty blue eyes. These eyes were neither clear nor transparent, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze. Yet, they were gentle and welcoming, not angered by this impolite intrusion. Instead, they kindly smiled at her.

 

Blushing, the hostess lowered her head and quickly closed the door.

 

On the stage, Xiao Zhenyun silently averted his gaze, placing his palm on the wheelchair handle. His fingertips absentmindedly caressed it, lost in thought.

 

After the meeting, even before the other directors leaved, a black-clad sentinel swiftly climbed up the stage. Xiao Zhenyun looked back at him, mentally marking:

 

Male Lead 1 of the novel, sentinel, Si Chu.

 

“Uncle!” The male protagonist excitedly stood behind Xiao Zhenyun. His brown, puppy-like eyes were round and bright. “I’ll push your wheelchair. My mom said to…”

 

The dozing director woke up as well and walked over with a cheerful expression, patting the sentinel’s shoulder heavily. “Si Chu, your exam results were impressive. You’ve inherited your brother’s excellence.”

 

Upon hearing such straightforward praise from a high-ranking union member, Si Chu’s ears perked up and a hint of pride showed on his face. “Not really, not really. I’m far inferior to my brother. I only managed to surpass his record in five out of his nine achievements…”

 

At this moment, another white-clad guide approached, clearly familiar with Si Chu. He quietly waited on the side. Xiao Zhenyun marks in his mind again:

 

Male lead 2 of the novel, guide, Ye Feiran.

 

The drowsy director smiled and asked Si Chu, “Is this your guide? Impressive, you’ve already found a guide right after graduating?”

 

“No… He’s my brother’s guide, my future sister-in-law,” Si Chu said, teasingly glancing at the white-clad guide named Ye Feiran. “Right, Ye Feiran?”

 

The latter helplessly rolled his eyes at Si Chu without saying a word.

 

The drowsy director understands the dynamics between these two youngsters. Ye Feiran and Si Chu’s brother have a relationship akin to ‘childhood sweethearts’ on their parents’ terms, but it hasn’t progressed to the level of being engaged. However, Si Chu often teases him about it. The director can’t help but join in the banter. “As the saying goes, nothing beats dumplings when it comes to good food, and nothing beats…”

 

“…making dumplings for fun,” Xiao Zhenyun calmly interrupted.

 

The director bursted into laughter. He turned his head to Xiao Zhenyun, who, due to being in a wheelchair, was much shorter than him. Despite his pale complexion, he exudes an ethereal charm with a straight posture and a polite smile. Xiao Zhenyun also lifted his head and smiled back. “Xiao1Xiao is a unisex Chinese name and has many meanings including ‘dawn, morning’, ‘little’ or ‘respectful, reverent’. It can also be used in with a person’s last name to call younger generation. Chu, let’s leave first.”

 

Once outside the hall, Ye Feiran cleared his throat and pointed to the top of Si Chu’s head. Si Chu hurriedly continued to support Xiao Zhenyun’s wheelchair with one hand and pressed his other hand against his own ear. “I got too excited hearing my brother’s name. My mental projection involuntarily appeared.”

 

After he finally retracted his ‘dog ears,’ Xiao Zhenyun asked, “Xiao Chu, what were you going to tell me earlier?”

 

“Oh! My mom wants you to come home for dinner this weekend,” Si Chu happily said. “Coincidentally, my brother’s mission is almost over, and he’ll be back the day after tomorrow. Both Feiran and I have joined the union successfully, so my mom wants us to get together on Sunday… My dad also misses you, Uncle. He said he got some good tea and wants you to taste it…”

 

“Is that so?” Xiao Zhenyun amiably nodded. “Then I must go.”

 

“Great! I’ll go back and tell my parents,” Si Chu joyfully ran ahead, opening the door of the parked car on the roadside and thoughtfully using his hand to protect the car roof from any bumps. Ye Feiran took over the task of pushing the wheelchair, carefully securing the transporting arm around the wheelchair’s tires to lift it steadily. He then stood by, carefully escorting Xiao Zhenyun into the car and helping him settle in. “Chairman, have a safe journey.”

 

“Take care, Uncle.”

 

“Okay, enjoy your afternoon too.” Xiao Zhenyun’s eyebrows curve gently, like a spring of clear water. With a smile in his eyes, he waved his hand. “Go back now.”

 

The self-driving vehicle moved forward slowly, and Xiao Zhenyun’s smiling expression gradually faded as the figures of Si Chu and Ye Feiran completely disappeared in the rearview mirror. His perpetually gentle and poised demeanor vanished, replaced by a sense of hostility and irritability. He leaned back casually, fishing out a half-pack of cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully lit one, and smoke filled the car.

 

“A welcome party that was supposed to last half an hour dragged on for two hours because of that fat man alone.”

 

Biting on the cigarette, he glanced at the window with impatience. “Damn it, my ass is sore.”

 

The half of the car window against which he was leaning slowly lowered, allowing the choking smoke to escape through the gap. A dark, furry head appeared on the passenger seat—a boy with big eyes and a small face, but an unusually mature demeanor. He coolly advised, “Smoking is not suitable for your constitution.”

 

Xiao Zhenyun frankly chuckled, “It’s not like it’s my body anyway.”

 

“It is currently yours, and it will continue to be yours in the future.” The boy stubbornly handed him an ashtray.

 

“Well, since you promised to give me a healthy body after the story ends, what’s the harm in indulging a bit now?” Xiao Zhenyun took a final drag from the cigarette and exhaled a wisp of gray smoke out of the window before stubbing it out with his fingers.

 

“I’m concerned that you might do something to harm yourself before the story ends.” The boy turned around, completely blocking his small figure with the back of the seat. Only his hands, seemingly out of thin air, holded a hardcover book and flipped through it leisurely. “Have you encountered the male lead and the second male lead in the novel?”

 

Images of Si Chu’s puppy-like eyes and a pair of dog ears, as well as Ye Feiran’s restrained and respectful appearance, flashed through Xiao Zhenyun’s mind. He smiled. “Both of the main characters are quite adorable. No wonder ‘I’ will become jealous and crash their wedding ceremony, abducting Si Chu and keeping him under confinement for half a month.”

 

“Mm.” The boy earnestly responded. “Your next appearance in the novel will be five days from now, at 4:00 a.m. in the Central Specialized Personnel Hospital.”

 

“I hate waking up early.” Xiao Zhenyun furrowed his brow, slightly annoyed. Then he thought of something. “In five days… on Sunday. What’s the plot?”

 

“The male lead’s older brother, Si Di, has an accident during the final stages of a mission, and the entire team is wiped out. After being rescued several days later, he is severely injured, and his spiritual domain collapses. He is sent to the Central Specialized Personnel Hospital in the early hours of Sunday for emergency treatment, but it is futile, and he ultimately dies.”

 

Xiao Zhenyun remained emotionally unaffected by the news. After all, he has only been in this world of special individuals for less than a week since his transmigration. He barely understands his role as a ‘guide,’ let alone develop any empathy for these strangers.

 

He was simply disappointed to miss out on a warm family dinner.

 

The boy in the passenger seat claims to be the ‘World Administrator,’ overseeing the development of this world for a certain period of time. The hardcover book in his hands is referred to as the ‘novel,’ the ‘script,’ or the ‘original work,’ as the real-life events strictly follow the plot of the book.

 

Xiao Zhenyun’s unexpected arrival here was a result of both accident and the administrator’s fault. Since his actions could potentially disrupt the plot and cause a deviation in the timeline, the administrator has taken on a physical form to supervise him and ensure that once the events of the book conclude, Xiao Zhenyun will be able to act freely. The administrator has also promised to provide him with a healthy and intact body at that time.

 

“On that day, be cautious. Do not let your mental projection escape the spiritual domain, and avoid displaying the merged mental and physical state when your emotions are heightened,” the administrator warned.

 

“Because in the novel, the ‘Xiao Zhenyun’ character suffered a severe mental impairment due to childhood illness and does not possess a mental projection.”

 

Xiao Zhenyun softly acknowledged, closing his eyes to rest. The administrator has grown accustomed to his lazy and uncooperative demeanor over the past few days, so he remained silent.

 

The next day, news of the male lead’s brother, Si Di, going missing spread throughout the association. Xiao Zhenyun sended a perfunctory message of concern to the Si family, but there was no reply. It’s evident that they were preoccupied with their eldest son’s disappearance, as even the male lead, Si Chu, took time off from work.

 

Unfazed, Xiao Zhenyun waited for another three days. In the real world, everything unfolded exactly as written in the novel. At 1:30 a.m. on Sunday, he received a message from the association’s search and rescue team, informing him that they have found Si Di, severely injured and in a coma, and he has been rushed to the Central Hospital for treatment.

 

Closing the holographic screen on his wrist, Xiao Zhenyun finished the entire pack of cigarettes on the balcony before going to the bathroom to freshen up and change his clothes. He steered his wheelchair, ready to leave. Before departing, the administrator placed a soft blanket over his legs. “Remember your character’s setup.”

 

Xiao Zhenyun casted a light, floating gaze at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget…”

 

‘Xiao Zhenyun,’ the vice chairman of the Special Agents Association, holds a prominent position and has a high net worth. However, his lower body paralysis prevents him from living a normal life. Outwardly, he appears glamorous, known as the ‘sick beauty’ among the special individuals, reserved and elegant. But in reality, he possesses a dark and twisted heart, indulging in sadomasochism and coveting his own nephew.

 

 

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