Background I. After another round of nagging, Lu Ning cut off the connection and huffed angrily.
Here, his name was Zhou Ning, and his surname came from his adoptive parents. But after growing up, whenever he played games, he still habitually named himself Lu Ning, to commemorate his life in his previous world.
In truth, by now his memories had begun to blur, and his past life was gradually becoming unclear as well.
Those days when he had once ridden roughshod over everything, compared with the peace and tranquility of the present, seemed more like they were veiled in a layer of unreality.
"Forget it, forget it. Stop thinking so much. Finish filming this movie and go back to rest." Casting those thoughts aside, Lu Ning did not want to waste any more brainpower.
Beep beep beep.
Just as he was about to log off, a notification sounded from his inbox. A message had arrived.
Lu Ning was slightly stunned. Ever since he had taken the money and changed to an absurdly speechless name and signature, no one had ever voluntarily messaged him again.
Other than the director sending his wages, there had been nothing at all, only system notifications.
But with a casual glance, he unexpectedly discovered that this message was neither a system email nor from the director.
He opened it and took a look. The sender was the person who had contacted him last time.
'Xiao Tong: You said before that you wanted to meet? Was that for real? Don't fool me. I'm telling you, no one who fools me ends well.'
'Of course it's real.' Lu Ning replied swiftly. "You mentioned the Green Ravine Sect before. Where did you hear that name?" He was somewhat puzzled as well. But because the languages and writing systems differed,