Transformation: The Blind Couple of Condor Heroes...

Not to mention how pretty this junior female student was, Gu Mian knew she was incredibly timid. Her scream alone could scare eight hundred zombies dead, front to back.

I can still get away now. She's already cleared the zombies by the door anyway.

Gu Mian thought as he turned to run.

But the door behind him suddenly flew open despite all caution, and a hand shot out, swiftly dragging Gu Mian inside.

Gu Mian's head swayed for a moment from being yanked around before he could make out the scene before him.

The office was fairly tidy. Sunlight slanted in over the neatly arranged bookshelves, warm and soft, while a faint smell of disinfectant filled the room.

The medical records on the desk were arranged neatly as well, with several pens scattered beside them. Only the sink had fallen down in a most undignified fashion.

Then the door behind him slammed shut with a bang. The girl's hurried breathing reached him; she seemed to have been afraid that zombies would be waiting outside when she opened the door.

"Holy shit, that scared me to death!" came the voice of the class beauty junior female student beside him.

Gu Mian froze for a moment. He remembered this flower not talking like that before?

Along with the class beauty's voice behind him, Gu Mian heard another sobbing sound—one from a man, and a familiar-sounding one at that.

He did not spare the class beauty a glance. Turning his head, he scanned the room and finally found a tall man huddled beside the radiator.

The man was biting down on his lower lip, tears glistening in his eyes. Trembling pitifully in the corner, he looked like a rain-soaked blossom, and there seemed to be a book spread out beside him.

Gu Mian: "..."

Great, another rich second-generation classmate, and he was even dating the class beauty.

At this point, three of Qidian's five major supporting characters had gathered.

"Meng Liang?" Gu Mian frowned and took a few steps toward the trembling man. He remembered this classmate of his not being so delicate before.

But after only a few steps, the class beauty beside him grabbed his wrist.

Only then did Gu Mian look at the class beauty junior female student beside him.

The class beauty was named Lu Bianyue.

Her name came from the line, "By the tavern, she was like the moon; her fair wrists congealed frost and snow." This class beauty had not disappointed her parents' expectations either. Graceful and lovely, with an orchid-like air about her, she truly suited that verse when standing beneath the moon at night.

At first glance, Lu Bianyue should have been a cold and aloof Goddess. Yet as she gripped Gu Mian now, her face was twisted and her cheeks twitched.

Still, a beauty remained beautiful even when her face twitched. It just was not very elegant.

"What is it?" Gu Mian gently tugged at his hand.

But Lu Bianyue seemed to have drawn strength from nowhere. She was nothing like a delicate girl, stubbornly holding onto him without letting go.

After several more seconds, the grimacing Lu Bianyue finally spoke. "Gu Mian, you don't recognize me anymore?"

That tone, that attitude... it was familiar...

It was very much like Meng Liang's usual manner. Looking again at the tall man trembling in the corner, Gu Mian suddenly had a bold thought.

"You're actually Meng Liang?"

The facts proved that Gu Mian's intuition was quite accurate.

He had guessed right.

"Bianyue wasn't feeling well today, so I brought her to the hospital to get checked out. I also came to visit my classmates while I was at it." Meng Liang sighed and began recounting what had happened that day.

He was using Lu Bianyue's body, so all Gu Mian could see at that moment was a beautiful woman sighing.

Meng Liang had originally been meant to intern with them, but he was a rich second-generation heir. His parents had arranged another job for him directly, so he had not been with Gu Mian and the others.

"Unexpectedly, the moment we entered the 18th Floor, we ran into this. In our panic, we hid in the office, then found this."

As Meng Liang spoke, he picked up a book—the one that had been spread out on the floor earlier.

Gu Mian looked over and saw the title: Transformation: The Blind Couple of Condor Heroes

Transformation...

He suddenly understood a little why the two of them had switched bodies.

Meng Liang continued, "The system said it was a Special Item, but there were no instructions. It only said it was harmless, and that to use it, you had to write two people's names on the cover."

"By then, zombies had already appeared and were banging on the door. We panicked, and when I panicked, I saw several pens on the desk... then everything went to hell..."

Gu Mian looked at the two names on the cover. "So in your panic, you just wrote your own names on it?"

Meng Liang nodded.

And so, they had ended up like this.

A grown man was trembling in the corner, while the normally cold Goddess wore a twisted expression.

It seemed Meng Liang's grimace came from being unable to accept the fact that he had become a girl.

Gu Mian rubbed his forehead. "You two are really something. Have you never read any goofy Qidian webnovels? You don't know what 'transformation' means?"

Both of them shook their heads.

See? This was the harm of not reading goofy Qidian webnovels!

"We stayed here for a while, then zombies started banging on the door. I held them off for over ten minutes and was almost unable to keep going. Then, for some reason, the zombies outside suddenly went quiet. I heard you knocking, so I dragged you in."

As Meng Liang spoke, he glanced at the vicious-looking impact drill in Gu Mian's hand. He suddenly realized that the time the zombies had gone quiet overlapped with Gu Mian's arrival.

He spoke guiltily. "Say... the zombies outside going quiet, that wouldn't have something to do with you, would it?"

Could Gu Mian have used the drill in his hand to bore through their skulls?

But the drill looked spotless, like a plucked bald chicken. It did not look as though it had drilled through any brains.

Gu Mian stroked the drill in his hand. "It had nothing to do with this—though it might have had a little to do with me."

The drill had merely been a spectator at most.

"You..." Meng Liang's cheek twitched again, as if he could not believe it. "How did you do that?"

Judging from the banging, there had been at least ten zombies. He had actually taken them all down?

"It was nothing." Gu Mian patted his white coat. "They wanted to pull me into a dance, so I kicked them away."

For a moment, Meng Liang felt as though cows were flying wildly over his head.

He paused for a long while, then silently rolled up his sleeves. "Enough, Gu Mian. I'm not listening to your bullshit. Help me move the desk over and block the door. Let's try to hold out for three hours."

His expression clearly said, I'd have to have my head caught in a door to believe your nonsense.

Only after Meng Liang rolled up his sleeves did Gu Mian notice a wound on his arm, as if it had been cut by something sharp.

He was using Lu Bianyue's body, so the wound was actually on Lu Bianyue's body.

"It wasn't from a zombie bite." Seeing this, Meng Liang patted his ample chest. "Don't worry."

Gu Mian nodded. "I know."

If someone was infected by a zombie, they would be done for within seconds. He knew that much.

What Gu Mian cared about was something else—an injury should count as being a patient too, an illness or injury.

Thinking of this, he suddenly spoke. "If you block the door, are you two not planning to do your missions?"

"What mission?" Meng Liang tugged at the pantskirt he was wearing. "I've already lost all hope."

"My mission is to kill a zombie. Bianyue's is to get the apple from the bedside cabinet of Bed 2 in Room 32 of Psychosurgery. We had some hope at first, but after seeing those things outside, I think we should let that hope die early. There's no penalty for failing a mission anyway."

What kind of ridiculous mission was Lu Bianyue's?

The two had only swapped bodies; nothing else had changed. So although Meng Liang was using Lu Bianyue's body, his player information was still his own, and naturally his mission had not changed. It was still to kill a zombie.

And Lu Bianyue, using Meng Liang's body, still had the mission of finding an apple.

Gu Mian glanced at his own panel. The mission progress was still (1/5).

Looks like it's my turn.

He suddenly pressed down on Meng Liang, who was about to move the desk. "Wait. Let me make the bragging I did come true first."

Meng Liang stopped in a daze, seemingly unable to figure out what Gu Mian meant.

He did not have to wonder for long. The next moment, Gu Mian immediately put his idea into action.

Before their wide, bell-like eyes, he quickly strode toward the door.

Meng Liang guessed what he intended to do and was instantly horrified, reaching out to pull the suicidal Gu Mian back.

But Gu Mian moved too fast. With only a creak, the door opened and shut—and the doctor carrying the impact drill was gone.

"He went out?" Meng Liang's voice trembled as he said it, as if he could not believe his own eyes.

Lu Bianyue, huddled in the corner, nodded stiffly.

Meng Liang stared wide-eyed at the door. "Has he gone crazy? A whole pack of zombies outside aren't just standing around with their thumbs up their asses!"

But the moment his words fell, the door creaked open again. Gu Mian had returned.

Meng Liang sighed in relief. "I knew you were just trying to scare me..."

But before he could finish, Gu Mian's next question twisted his expression completely:

"Which room was the apple Lu Bianyue needs to find in again?"