"Repairing computers, repairing computers..."
"Overclock that old CPU to 6.6."
"Turn an old computer into a new computer..."
"Fix the computer so that code monkey can work overtime."
"Oh, here we go..."
Beneath the melodious singing was Jin Fei's pale face. He slumped dejectedly as he reviewed today's footage.
He had never expected his condition to worsen so much that he had actually started singing.
It would have been one thing if he had merely hummed to himself while alone.
But beside him sat an elegant, noblewoman resting her chin on her hand, listening with rapt attention.
And this song—this song steeped in rustic folk flavor—he was certain he had never heard it before! Never!
Though he suffered from amnesia, he made a habit of checking every day, and he had never heard this song in the footage either.
That raised a question: how had the other "him," who had heard a song he himself had never heard, learned it? There was only one answer.
Someone else had told the other "him" this song!
"Worker Jin, you sang that beautifully. You wrote it yourself, didn't you? I am a folklore expert, and I have never heard such a melody anywhere in the Eastern Continent," the noblewoman said admiringly, a gleam appearing in her eyes.
"I heard local people singing it when I passed through the West Plain."
"Worker Jin, you are too modest. I happened to conduct research in the West Plain a few years ago, but I never heard anyone sing it."
"All right, then just assume I came up with it myself. In any case, the meaning it reflects is more or less the same."
"Yes. No matter how the times change, there will always be people living like livestock." The noblewoman possessed a kind heart, one