Chapter 2

Chapter 1: No!

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After typing the last punctuation mark on the keyboard, Chen Xiaolian raised his head and rubbed his aching temples.

In the VIP lounge of the airport, a staff member in a neat uniform was gently serving coffee to the guests.

This was the airport of a tourist city in a small Southeast Asian country.

Chen Xiaolian stretched lazily, quickly pasted the chapter he had just finished onto the author's backend, and after a moment's thought, typed another line: "Please vote for the monthly ticket..."

He glanced at the book review section, where some readers were urging for updates, and others were cursing: "Always cutting off the story, and still asking for monthly votes, does the author not have a penis..."

He quickly logged out of the backend, shut down his computer, and stuffed the laptop into his bag. Suddenly feeling a strong urge to urinate, he checked his phone and saw that there was still plenty of time. Chen Xiaolian quickly got up and ran towards the restroom.

Chen Xiaolian, male.

His profession... a web novelist, specifically a writer of fantasy novels. He had some fame in the web novel circle and had written a couple of popular online novels.

He had also earned some royalties.

Well, at his current age, he didn't have many expenses, like marriage, children, or buying a house, which were still quite far off.

When he first entered the industry, he created a rather amusing public image for himself as a prank on his readers—he used a random photo from his friend circle as his profile picture: it was of a chubby, round-faced man in his thirties.

Because of this, his readers and fans all thought Chen Xiaolian was a chubby, cute man in his thirties, and more familiar fans would affectionately call him "Fatso" or "Uncle Fat."

But the real truth was...

...

Splash!

He splashed a handful of cold water on his face, rubbed it vigorously, and looked at the slightly youthful, overly delicate face in the mirror. Chen Xiaolian made a funny face at himself.

If categorized by manga standards, this face would undoubtedly fall into the "cunning young boy" category.

In fact, Chen Xiaolian wasn't too far from being a "young boy" in age; he was only eighteen, far from being an "uncle."

So every time he thought about the female fans in his reader group calling him "uncle," Chen Xiaolian felt a sense of mischief and satisfaction.

This face wasn't quite at the level of "handsome," but it could be described as "delicate."

His height was a hard injury. At eighteen, he was only 170 cm tall. At school, he could only sit in the stands and cheer for the basketball team.

He wiped the water off his face, made a shooting motion, and threw a balled-up tissue into the trash can.

The action was quite standard, practiced in private, but unfortunately, due to his height, he was probably destined to never play basketball.

Well, this trip would be over, and school would start soon. If he didn't make the school basketball team this time, he might as well give up on that dream. After all, he didn't necessarily need to be on the basketball team to date a cheerleader.

He checked the time; there was still some time before the plane took off.

In the airport restroom, there was an English sign prohibiting smoking. He picked up his phone to check WeChat and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a conversation at the restroom entrance.

"Have you heard they're going to start the internal test?"

"Yeah, it seems the new settings are complete, and the dungeons are ready. This internal test should be quite lively, with some very skilled players selected."

"Sigh, looks like we'll be busy again..."

Chen Xiaolian walked out of the restroom and saw two people in flight crew uniforms chatting.

What surprised him slightly was that they were speaking Chinese—although 90% of the tourists in this small Southeast Asian country were Chinese, it was rare to hear pilots speaking Chinese.

What piqued Chen Xiaolian's curiosity even more was that they seemed to be discussing a topic related to online games.

Internal test... dungeons... players...

"Excuse me, could you please step aside?" Chen Xiaolian's smile was polite and a bit shy.

The two staff members glanced at Chen Xiaolian and immediately moved to let him pass.

Chen Xiaolian took a few steps forward and suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Wait, you dropped something."

He turned around to see the taller, thinner pilot bending down to pick something up and hand it to him: "Your boarding pass?"

Chen Xiaolian took it and glanced at it, confirming it was indeed his. It must have fallen out when he was taking out the tissue from his bag.

He thanked the pilot, who squinted and glanced at Chen Xiaolian: "XX3307 flight? Interesting..."

What did that mean?

Instinctively, Chen Xiaolian felt that the pilot's gaze was somewhat strange.

"Can only say... good luck to you."

That was the pilot's last sentence before waving goodbye and walking away with the other person.

What a strange encounter!

Chen Xiaolian looked at the pilot's back in confusion.

Was the airline hiring pilots so casually now?

Was he mentally unstable? Who would be unlucky enough to ride in a plane he was piloting?

...

This small incident didn't bother Chen Xiaolian for long. Back in the waiting room, he drank some coffee and played some mobile games. An hour later, Chen Xiaolian boarded the plane.

However, when boarding, he saw the "good luck" guy standing at the cabin door, welcoming passengers.

Chen Xiaolian was taken aback, but the pilot only smiled and nodded at him before turning and walking into the cockpit.

A flight attendant politely guided him to his seat. The first-class cabin was spacious, and after sitting down and changing into slippers, Chen Xiaolian asked the flight attendant for a beer.

He had a mild case of air sickness, commonly known as motion sickness. Drinking some alcohol would help him sleep on the plane.

Just as he took a sip of beer, a passenger sat down next to him. He glanced over and saw a little girl with a short bob... fair-skinned, with big, bright eyes, wearing a light blue mini skirt. Her white, slender legs dangled—yes, this revealed her height; sitting in the seat, her feet couldn't even touch the ground.

At his age, Chen Xiaolian wasn't a lolicon (that was more of an "uncle" thing, right?).

He was just curious about how a child so young could board a plane alone, especially an international flight.

Noticing Chen Xiaolian looking at her, the little girl made eye contact with him. She seemed to do so instinctively and politely nodded, but her attitude remained cold, as if nodding was just a formality.

Later, she seemed to take a phone call, and Chen Xiaolian heard her speak in a clear, childlike voice.

"Unnie... ohmo... eumida..."

Chen Xiaolian chuckled to himself: a Korean little girl...

It seemed she noticed he was still looking at her, and her gaze became even colder. Seeing Chen Xiaolian's young face and the fact that he was drinking beer, her expression seemed disapproving.

Well, he was being looked down upon.

Chen Xiaolian chuckled and put on an eye mask, closing his eyes to rest.

Soon, with the flight attendant's announcement, the plane began to taxi on the runway. After a violent jolt, it took off...

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Two hours later, Chen Xiaolian was awakened by a sudden jolt. He removed his eye mask and looked around, seeing the warning lights on the ceiling light up.

The Korean little girl next to him remained calm, sipping her orange juice and wearing rabbit ear headphones, listening to music.

The flight attendant announced in a gentle voice that the plane had encountered turbulence and asked everyone to remain seated and not to move around.

It wasn't unusual; encountering turbulence during a flight was very common.

However, a few minutes later, the frequency and intensity of the turbulence increased, and the passengers began to panic.

He noticed that the first-class flight attendant had already taken her seat and fastened her seatbelt.

Chen Xiaolian couldn't help but feel uneasy.

The two first-class flight attendants, one older and likely the chief flight attendant, remained calm and reassured the passengers with a gentle voice.

The younger flight attendant, whom Chen Xiaolian had noticed when boarding because of her long, beautiful legs, was sitting diagonally across from him.

Chen Xiaolian could see a hint of panic and fear in her eyes.

Although the chief flight attendant continued to reassure the passengers with a calm, gentle voice, indicating that there was nothing to worry about...

However... Chen Xiaolian noticed that the young, beautiful-legged flight attendant, sitting there, had her beautiful legs...

Trembling!

Yes, trembling!

Oh no! Even the flight attendant was trembling in fear?!

That... that must mean something serious was happening!

Chen Xiaolian became tense. Just then, a loud noise came from somewhere!

The plane suddenly lost weight, and screams filled the cabin.

He could clearly feel the plane rapidly descending...

A series of loud noises followed, and Chen Xiaolian's face turned pale, feeling as if all his strength had been drained.

The Korean little girl next to him began to cry in fear, screaming in Korean.

As the final loud rumble came, Chen Xiaolian's last thought before losing consciousness was: Can I be this unlucky? I'm only eighteen! I'm still a virgin... I write穿越novels! I can't be the one who gets transported, right?!

[New book, please add to your bookshelf~]

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