FOBTS CH94.3

[08]
[18:30:21]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group first-floor lobby reception]

 “What did we do?” Song Ruochen asked, “Suddenly got 2 hours of rewind currency in my rewind card package.”

 “Tell the system to store less fixed deposits,” Jian Yuheng reminded, “I suspect it gave you something for hundreds of years.”

 Song Ruochen tilted his head and paused for two seconds.

 “It’s kicking and screaming,” Song Ruochen said.

 “It’s 6:30,” Jian Yuheng glanced at the watch event, “We can call Brother Zao and the others to set off.”

 Song Ruochen took a deep breath, “Da Zao!!”

 “Here, here,” came Yan Ci’s voice nearby.

[18:45:12]
[Monitoring area: Xiaoshi Group parking lot]

 Assistant Gong drove away.

 Jian Feng and Jian Yuheng drove off.

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[09]

 [Hello, welcome to the A City central mall surveillance system]
[Retrieving footage for you.]
[Zooming in and increasing sound on this footage is free.]
19:30:00

[Monitoring Area: Shopping Mall in City A]

 The cheerful tune of “Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells” echoed throughout the mall, filling the entire space with a festive holiday atmosphere.

 “Why are you two so jumpy?” Yan Ci, holding Jian Feng’s hand, asked. “Don’t you like this ‘Jingle Bells’ song?”

 Song Ruochen: “……”

 Jian Yuheng: “Ha, ha ha.”

 Song Ruochen and Jian Yuheng walked forward step by step in time with the “Jingle Bells” music.

 “Little brother, tap dance?” Jian Feng asked.

 “Mind your own business.” Jian Yuheng replied.

 “Did you know?” Song Ruochen whispered, “This system is singing along inside my head.”

 “It is quite lively,” Jian Yuheng said.

[Year X, December 24th]
[20:00:32]
[Monitoring Area: Candy Shop in the Mall]
“Chenchen,” Yan Ci raised her voice, “come over and buy this chocolate peace apple.”

 “Coming.” Song Ruochen appeared instantly. “Is this apple made entirely of chocolate?”

 “Yes,” Yan Ci said, “I bought one myself last year. It’s quite tasty, not too sweet but fragrant.”

 “Then I want this one.” Song Ruochen said. “I’ll have the black-and-white chocolate apple to share with Second Young Master, and buy this green one to give to Fuzzy Monster.”

 “Fuzzy Monster is on a diet, doesn’t eat sweets,” Yan Ci said.

 Song Ruochen took the chocolate apple from the clerk: “That’s enough. I want Fuzzy Monster to say it himself.”

 Jian Yuheng nudged Jian Feng with his arm: “Learn from this.”

 Jian Feng: “……?”

 Jian Feng: “?”

[20:03:22]
[Monitoring Area: Mall Seating Area]

 Song Ruochen broke off a leaf from the chocolate apple, one piece for himself, one for Jian Yuheng.

 “Second Young Master, may the new year bring peace and safety,” he said.

 Song Ruochen: crunch

 Song Ruochen: “I’ll say it again when the new year comes.”

 “Alright.” Jian Yuheng smiled and bit into the chocolate apple leaf. “I’ll pray for your safety and health on every day suitable for wishes.”

 Song Ruochen nudged Jian Feng with his elbow: “Learn from this.”
Jian Feng: “.”

[22:21:12]
[Monitoring Area: Outside the Mall in City A]

 After a meal, snow had already accumulated outside the mall.

 Song Ruochen stepped in the white snow leaving a footprint, then made Jian Yuheng step next to his, squatting down to compare sizes.

 “It hasn’t snowed this heavily in years,” Yan Ci said. “Later we’ll have frozen eight-treasure porridge and frozen fruit skewers.”

 “Let’s head back early.” Jian Feng said. “Home has heating, we can sit on the sofa covered by a thin blanket watching TV.”

 “Sounds great!” Yan Ci said. “Secretary Song, tomorrow the snow on the Xiaoshi Group rooftop will be thick. I’ll come find you to build a snowman.”

 “Okay.” Song Ruochen said. “I love to play.”

[22:30:43]
[Monitoring Area: Mall Parking Lot]

 Jian Feng’s car left.

 Song Ruochen stood by the car, watching Jian Yuheng put the snacks they bought into the trunk.

 “You wait in the car.” Jian Yuheng said. “No need to wait here for me.”

 “I’m waiting for you.” Song Ruochen said.

 Jian Yuheng’s lips curled into a smile.

 “You bought quite a lot tonight,” Jian Yuheng said. “Enough snacks for you to eat until the New Year. The ones you especially like, I grabbed extra, so you won’t need to reload the game repeatedly and can enjoy them freely.”

 “I love Second Young Master!” Song Ruochen said.

 Snowflakes fell on the omega’s black hair.

 Jian Yuheng sped up his movements, closed the trunk, and opened the passenger door for Song Ruochen.

 “Your brother has been showing some romantic signs lately,” Song Ruochen said. “It’s worth the effort of my boiling-water watering.”

 Song Ruochen: “The heating, sofa, and blanket he described sound so cozy.”

 “Fits the human imagination of ‘home,’” Jian Yuheng said. “Let’s go, back to our home.”

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[10]

 [Welcome to continue watching the Xiaoshi Group monitoring video.]
[This monitoring service is dedicated to serving you.]

[Year X, December 25th]
[08:30:23]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Entrance]

 Assistant Gong slipped hard, sliding 3 meters.

 The enthusiastic Advertising Director bent down to help but slipped and slid 5 meters.

[08:35:21]
Jian Feng slipped slightly, sliding 1 meter and bumped into an employee.

[08:58:01]
Song Ruochen raised his chin slightly, stepping steadily over the icy ground and successfully entered the company’s entrance.
Jian Yuheng, holding back laughter, also walked steadily into the company.

[Year X, December 25th]
[09:20:11]
Song Ruochen came out holding a broom, sweeping the snow at the Xiaoshi entrance.

[09:30:23]
Song Ruochen came out carrying a carpet and laid it down in front of the Xiaoshi Group entrance.

[11:45:00]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Gate]
Fuzzy Monster and Da Zao stepped on the carpet and arrived steadily without bruises or scratches.

[12:30:55]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]

 A full day and night of heavy snow had piled thick on the rooftop.

 The cold winter wind meant few people came, so the snow was fresh and untouched. 

Upon stepping onto it, Song Ruochen saw the pristine silver-white landscape.

 The freed Da Long (a pet or animal) ran around in the snow.

 Song Ruochen rubbed his cold, red hands and made a row of small snowballs, throwing one at Yan Ci, then another at Fuzzy Monster.

 “You can’t hit Chenchen,” Yan Ci said. “How do you always manage to dodge?”
Song Ruochen showed a bittersweet smile.

[12:40:23]
Jian Yuheng appeared on the rooftop. “Song Ruo—pft.”

 He wiped snow off his face, picked up a snowball, and chased Song Ruochen, hitting him every time.

 “Song Ruochen, have the things you can’t fix by reloading increased again?” Jian Yuheng sneered.

 Yan Ci turned her head: “Muttering.”

 Meng Yumin said: “Tsk tsk.”

 After a while, tired Song Ruochen grabbed Jian Yuheng’s shoulder with his wet hands, panting heavily.

 “Let’s build a big snowman.” Jian Yuheng suggested. “I’ll call my brother to come help.”

[13:00:13]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]

 On the rooftop, a row of snowmen stood together, each with a different expression, easy to recognize.

 The Fuzzy Monster snowman wore a lucky jacket, the Da Zao snowman had a big tear on its face.

 The Song Secretary snowman and Jian Yuheng snowman were close together, wearing matching scarves.

 “When I was in high school, one year had heavy snow,” Song Ruochen said softly, “I skipped a morning self-study session to build a little snow hut on the playground.”

 “A fleeting home you built for yourself?” Jian Yuheng asked.

 “I sold it to the richest student in class for 50 yuan,” Song Ruochen said, “and ate all the snacks from the school store afterward.”

 Jian Yuheng: “……”

 Jian Yuheng retracted a comforting comment, showing a ‘sour grape’ expression.

 “Song Secretary does have some business sense.” Jian Yuheng forced a compliment.

 “Come, Young Master, take a photo.” Song Ruochen raised his phone. “Smile!”

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[11]

 [Year X, December 26th]

[12:40:23]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]
Song Ruochen looked around the rooftop and gently patted the head of each snowman.

[x Year 12/29]
[12:11:09]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]
Song Ruochen added some snow to the “Fuzzy Monster” snowman.
The Fuzzy Monster snowman was dressed too thickly and was starting to melt a bit.
Fuzzy Monster Snowman: 0.0…

[x Year 1/3]
[13:57:11]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]

 Secretary Song stood on the rooftop looking at the snowmen.

 Jian Yuheng came up the stairs and stopped beside him.

 “The sun is nice today, almost all of them are melting, stop rewinding.” Jian Yuheng said with a mix of amusement and helplessness.

 “Am I a little crazy?” Song Ruochen asked, “Rewinding to keep the snowmen.”
Jian Yuheng shook his head.

 “My Song Ruochen, who could stir up the world upside down with the rewind system,” Jian Yuheng said, “but he only uses the rewind system to keep a few little snowmen holding hands.”

 “I’m always moved by this side of you.” Jian Yuheng said.

 Song Ruochen: 😀

[x Year 1/10]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Rooftop]

 Several workers came up to the rooftop.

 “Okay, slow down, slowly place them, right in this spot.” The lead worker gave directions, “Fix them in the order shown in the diagram.”

 Several small snowman sculptures identical to the ones previously made were fixed on the Xiaoshi Group rooftop.

 “Not bad, wrap it up.” The lead worker said, “Jian Second Young Master told us to come get red envelopes after we finish.”

 “Yay!” The workers cheered collectively.

[x Year 1/10]
[16:10:11]
[Monitoring Area: Xiaoshi Group Snowman Rooftop (formerly Xiaoshi Group Rooftop)]

 Song Ruochen just arrived on the rooftop and was pleasantly surprised to find snowman sculptures that wouldn’t melt.

 He looked around, took photos of the sculptures, and sent them to the Mao-Zao-Grape chat group.

 “System,” Song Ruochen said, “I really love this world.”

 He loved them who came into being from here, and loved Jian Yuheng even more.
Song Ruochen: 0vo

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[12]
[This is the monitoring of the home of Song Ruochen & Jian Yuheng]
[With the consent of Secretary Song and Second Young Master Jian, today’s footage can be viewed slightly.]
[No fee required, welcome to use.]

[x Year 1/20]
[Monitoring Area: Garden]

 Song Ruochen held a small shovel, digging slowly, then scattered seeds into the soil.

 “What are you planting?” Jian Yuheng came out holding a cup of water and asked.

 “Grape hyacinth,” Song Ruochen tilted the watering can and poured some water, “It can bloom little purple flowers, you can look forward to it, Second Young Master.”

 While speaking, Song Ruochen also spread some fertilizer.

 “A bit less…” Jian Yuheng said, “You should rewind.”

 “It’s okay, I’m confident.” Song Ruochen said, “My roommate before entering the book was an agriculture student.”

 Jian Yuheng probed, “Your confidence comes from…?”

 “I heard him recite for the final exam.” Song Ruochen said.

 Jian Yuheng’s mouth twitched.

 “Really want to jump straight to the blooming season.” Song Ruochen said, “Just kidding, every day with you, Second Young Master, I don’t want to miss.”

 “Tea’s ready.” Jian Yuheng said, “You can drink now.”

 Song Ruochen dropped the small shovel, rolled up his sleeves, and dipped his hands into the water flow.

 “Your new hand sanitizer smells so good.” He said, “Same as Da Zao’s.”

 “I didn’t buy it, just got it casually.” Jian Yuheng said, “Last time I went to Brother’s place, saw you liked it, talked with Yan Ci, then asked Jian Feng for a whole box.”

 “Our tea at home is also from Jian’s family.” Song Ruochen reminded.

 “Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen said, “You didn’t take over the company, but you took a lot of freebies.”

 Maybe some bamboo shoots, too.

 Jian Yuheng: ._.

 “Are you still drinking tea or not?” Jian Yuheng asked.

 “I’m drinking.” Song Ruochen dashed over and sat down, “Big house is nice, in winter we can just stay home and brew tea.”

 He reached for a roasted orange.

 “I’ll do it.” Jian Yuheng pushed his hand away, “I think it might be hot.”

 The hot orange slice was brought to Song Ruochen’s lips by Jian Yuheng. Song Ruochen blew on it, then started chewing.

 “Not sour at all.” He said, “Delicious.”

 The warmth brushed over the back of his hand. Jian Yuheng’s hand paused briefly in mid-air holding the orange slice.

 He put down his hand, picked another sweet orange slice, and put it back on the stove to roast.

“Nanchi Group filed for bankruptcy?” Song Ruochen read the news, “Xiaoshi Group is full of talents, Second Young Master Jian and the perfect secretary keep striking at Nanchi’s lifeline, Nanchi has no chance to turn things around?”

 “No decent works or products for two consecutive years, Nanchi is doomed.” Jian Yuheng said, “I think it’s good, the company that bullied our Secretary Song should completely collapse.”

 “Secretary Li from that group jumped ship, Tong Hao lost a valuable member…” Song Ruochen read on, “He finally left.”

 “The world is big, there’s always a way out.” Jian Yuheng said, “Sometimes people inside can’t see it. You just happened to show him another possibility.”

“Jian Yuheng, Second Brother.” Song Ruochen glanced at the employee chat group, “The company annual meeting is starting, they’re asking us to perform.”

 “Second Brother?” Jian Yuheng frowned.

[Xiaoshi Group Employee Chat Group] (2999)
[Assistant Gong]: @Secretary Song, show some talent.
[Employee 3]: @Jian Yuheng, support! Newlywed AO, give us a performance.
[Assistant Gong]: Secretary Song, afraid?
[Secretary Song]: ?

 “Ahem…” Jian Yuheng glanced at Song Ruochen’s phone screen and tossed a roasted orange slice to him, “I can sing, and I sing pretty well.”

 “Shall I be your backup dancer?” Song Ruochen asked, “I can even do poetry reading, ‘I Love Our Company,’ the favorite of your bosses.”

 “I don’t really like it.” Jian Yuheng said, “Little Grape, you can just be yourself at the annual meeting.”

 “Be myself?” Song Ruochen asked.

 “Your main role.” Jian Yuheng said, “You can let go and have some fun.”

[Xiaoshi Group Employee Chat Group] (2999)
[Secretary Song]: Thank you all for your love and support, Jian Yuheng and I have decided to participate in the annual meeting performance.

 [Secretary Song]: This is a script I wrote with my feet.

 “Secretary Song” retracted a message.

 [Secretary Song]: This is a script I wrote with my heart.

 [Secretary Song]: “The Home Drama Champion Provokes Ghosts in the Dimensional World.”

 [Secretary Song]: I chose “Gong Huo” as the main character, Jian Feng as the supporting role.

 [Assistant Gong]: …

 A snowflake floated down and landed on Song Ruochen’s eyelash. He blinked, looking up at the sky.

 “Snowing again?” Song Ruochen asked, “It’s too cold, time to go back to bed, I want to hug Hawthorn to keep warm.”

 “Me too, let’s go back together.” Jian Yuheng turned off the stove, grabbed the fruit that was almost done roasting, arranged it on a plate, and handed it to Song Ruochen.

 “Hey hey hey.” Song Ruochen’s feet suddenly went empty, and Jian Yuheng hugged him sideways and carried him toward the living room.

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[13]

 [x Year 1/20]
[Monitoring Area: Living Room]
[Zzz~ Zzz~]
“Good night.”
Jian Yuheng turned off the monitoring.