A Chan – CH 008

Chapter 8: Young Ah Chan (2)

Li Weiyi withdrew her hand, uh…embarrassing.

She lowered her head, leaning against the window, wanting only to dig her toes into the ground. How had she gotten so carried away, developing such a wonderful feeling of kinship with him, a fellow sufferer? Talking so much to herself, how embarrassing! And perhaps because of her overly excited emotions, her head felt even more throbbing and hot.

The car was about to exit the tunnel.

“Five years.” A deep voice sounded.

Li Weiyi: “…Hmm?”

“My goal, at most, is to pay off those debts in another 5 years.”

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened. Paying off 700 million in 5 years? That was truly amazing. Compared to that, her goal seemed insignificant.

But he had told her his goal too. Li Weiyi pressed her burning forehead to her hand and said, “Thank you so much! Thank you so much. You’re such a good person. You’ll definitely achieve your goal; you’ll definitely succeed even more!”

Zhang Jingchan chuckled softly, seemingly self-deprecating, yet also finding it very amusing.

Li Weiyi didn’t know when she fell asleep; almost instantly, she was plunged into a chaotic and sorrowful dream: a child crying, a father wailing, someone jumping from a rooftop… Tears streamed down her face in the dream.

A vast, white light spread before her eyes, engulfing everything, including her.

—

Li Weiyi was awakened by the sunlight, warm and shining on her eyelids. Her head was dizzy and throbbing; she didn’t even think about why there was sunlight at this time. She propped herself up on the bed, slowly sat up, yawned, and touched her head. Luckily, she didn’t have a fever.

Then she finally saw her surroundings, feeling as if she had been frozen in place.

Where…is this?

A completely unfamiliar room, probably forty square meters. Painted light blue, with a row of very beautiful crystal spotlights on the ceiling. Against the wall directly in front, there was a long table with a desktop computer, a laptop, a fancy keyboard, and at least five pairs of headphones of various sizes and colors hanging on it.

Next to it was a row of simply designed light-colored wardrobes. Beside that was a large glass cabinet, neatly filled with at least a hundred… colorful game figurines?

And she was sitting on a huge bed, at least 2 meters by 2 meters, the blanket a very masculine dark blue, the bed frame gray. On the bedside table were another pair of headphones, a PSP, and a cell phone.

Could this be…

Zhang Jingchan’s room?

Li Weiyi immediately crossed her arms over her chest, protecting herself.

It was already dawn. Had he brought her home? Was he a hypocrite, harboring malicious intentions, or did he lock her up? What other explanation could there be? She’d already given him her home address.

Oh my god, that must be it. He looks like a respectable, domineering CEO, but who would imagine his room was so childish, like a rebellious teenager living there? This was blatant schizophrenia!

So, what happened last night?

Li Weiyi suddenly looked between her legs. She couldn’t see anything through the blanket, but whether it was just her imagination or not, she suddenly felt a tightness there, and her body felt very strange.

She broke out in a cold sweat. She was so naive! How could she have given him the “friend zone” card just because he was young, handsome, rich, talented, responsible, and had saved her? A pretty girl like her wouldn’t be picky about who she was with! Waaaaah, all those American and Korean dramas she watched were for nothing!

Li Weiyi glanced nervously at the door again. No movement; no one came in. She immediately threw back the covers, wanting to check how far he had violated her. What she saw made her freeze.

Her legs looked so long. And her feet were so big.

Li Weiyi’s eyes widened, then she saw her large hands, strong and well-defined. She lifted her oversized T-shirt and looked inside the collar, her mind going blank.

She quickly put the T-shirt down, closed her eyes briefly, opened them again, and looked once more.

Li Weiyi felt a ringing in her ears, her mind a blur, a complete blank. She stared around vacantly, as if in a dream. She swallowed hard, her gaze slowly falling to her crotch…it really felt so swollen.

She reached into her pants and grabbed it.

Li Weiyi jolted awake, as if electrocuted, feeling like she’d touched a huge pile of excrement. She instinctively wiped her hands on the sheets; after all, she didn’t even know whose body this thing on her was. She scrambled off the bed, her legs a little weak, barely managing to stand, and staggered to a large full-length dressing mirror.

A strange yet familiar face appeared in the mirror.

Li Weiyi stared intently at him.

Zhang Jingchan.

Li Weiyi recognized him at first glance. But this Zhang Jingchan… the Zhang Jingchan she had become… was very different from the person from last night.

He looked much younger, not yet twenty, tall and thin, wearing a white T-shirt and boxer shorts, revealing his lean, long legs.

His hair was so fluffy and soft, and although the features were exactly the same, the person before her looked much softer and more youthful. That arrogant, youthful air almost leaped out of the mirror. Unlike Zhang Jingchan last night, whose every inch exuded the sharpness and restraint of a mature man.

Li Weiyi stood there for a long time before finally leaving the mirror, utterly dejected. She realized there were many things she needed to figure out, but more important than that… She looked down and felt like she was about to burst.

Even though there was no one else around, she sneaked into the ensuite bathroom like a thief.

A few minutes later, Li Weiyi, her face flushed, picked up a rag and started wiping the tiled walls and fixtures.

She was so clumsy.

She endured it, washing the rag and her hands ten times, finally feeling a sense of relief. She returned to the bedroom, picked up her phone first, and saw the date displayed:

Saturday, January 11, 2014, 9:37 AM.

She closed her eyes, disbelieving!

She turned on the computer; the date and time were all the same as on the laptop.

She found a backpack on the floor under the desk, took out the books and notebooks inside, and looked:

Huazhong University of Finance and Economics, Department of Economics and Management, Sophomore, Zhang Jingchan.

Huazhong University of Finance and Economics, another Project 985 university in the province, ranked even higher than Li Weiyi’s alma mater.

The dates on every page of the notes matched.

Li Weiyi lay back down on the bed.

Was it a dream?

She pinched her thigh—it wasn’t her own leg—ouch, it hurt!

And how could a dream be so real?

Li Weiyi stared at the ceiling for a while, then suddenly sprang up.

If this were real, she had become Zhang Jingchan eight years ago…

Did Zhang Jingchan come back with her? Where did he go? Did they switch places? What happened to their bodies in 2022? Was this another time and space?

…

All the bizarre and absurd things were unimportant, and there was no need to rush to investigate.

What was important was that she remembered that her older sister, Li Xiaoyi, accepted Zhou Zhihao’s intense pursuit in 2014. In other words—

Her sister was still alive.

Her sister was still healthy and vibrant, untouched by the hardships that followed.

It was January now, and her sister hadn’t even officially gotten together with Zhou Zhihao yet!

Li Weiyi’s face flushed red with excitement. She hastily grabbed a set of clothes from the closet, rushed to the door, grabbed the doorknob, paused for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and pulled open the door to this new world.