Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

She spoke in a very low voice when she said "an incredible stroke of luck."

It was as if they were afraid of being overheard by outsiders.

Song Shu stared at her in disbelief, dumbfounded:

"What the heck? Why are you making it sound so mysterious?"

I believe in Marxist materialism.

She almost instinctively invoked her own belief system.

I studied at the Party School for a year, where Marxist philosophy was a required course, including materialism, dialectics, and epistemology.

These are the frameworks she uses to answer questions, and also the underlying logic behind her understanding of the world.

Guo Lin: "I'm not lying to you, it's true."

Beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

I once took a kind of "enlightenment pill".

After eating it, I have an unforgettable memory.

Song Shu exclaimed in shock:

"Really?"

Her first reaction was disbelief, but Guo Lin's expression was too serious.

That kind of seriousness was something she had only seen in Guo Lin when she faced major life choices.

Guo Lin: "Even my nearsightedness has been cured."

Would I lie to you?

She pointed to her eyes as she spoke.

Those eyes were clear and bright, and there was indeed no sign of nearsightedness.

Song Shu remembered that Guo Lin had been wearing glasses since junior high school.

The prescription wasn't low, but there wasn't a single bloodshot in those eyes at that moment.

At this point, Guo Lin leaned close to Song Shu's ear, her voice barely audible:

"I suspect the boss is a deity."

The boss has many women; this is an opportunity I absolutely cannot miss.

Rather than letting others benefit, it's better to let my own sisters benefit.

If I had sisters, I would have taken them to America long ago.

As she spoke, her breath hit Song Shu's earlobe, warm and rapid.

Song Shu was stunned, her mind buzzing.

Guo Lin's words overturned her understanding.

"Do you know that feudal superstition is the most taboo thing in the organization?"

She subconsciously resorted to the same old rhetoric she used within the system.

But this time, even she herself felt unsure.

She suddenly recalled the calm, almost transparent gaze Lin Feng gave people.

"This is not the place to talk."

I'll talk to you privately after I leave.

Guo Lin patted her on the shoulder, turned around and opened the door.

Song Shu nodded and followed them out.

Her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on a ball of cotton.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng, who was outside, couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to Guo Lin and Song Shu's conversation.

His current perception,

Listening to someone talk through a wall is no different from sitting across from them.

Guo Lin is quite interesting.

It's common for other women to be jealous and vie for his attention.

Guo Lin, on the other hand, volunteered to act as a pimp.

However, he couldn't be bothered to interfere; he let the women deal with their own affairs.

A moment later, Guo Lin and Song Shu came out of the bedroom.

Song Shu and Lin Feng exchanged a glance. The usually composed Song Shu…

His eyes inexplicably showed a hint of panic.

Even she didn't know why she felt guilty.

It's like they did something shameful and got caught red-handed.

She quickly looked away, pretending to look at Tiananmen Square outside the window.

Guo Lin: "It's still early, how about we go hiking in Fragrant Hills?"

She spoke lightly, as if nothing had happened.

Sun Ting became interested: "That's a great idea! It's been a long time since I've gone hiking."

She stood up and stretched, her joints making a slight cracking sound.

Song Shu looked at Lin Feng: "Mr. Lin, what do you think?"

Lin Feng: "Of course I have no problem."

"Okay, I'll go get the car now."

Song Shu picked up the car keys, her movements a few seconds faster than usual.

It was as if she was eager to leave this space that made her heart race.

Without further ado, the group immediately drove to Fragrant Hills.

The traffic on the Third Ring Road has thinned out considerably.

The Sagitar drove smoothly in the lane.

Song Shu was more focused on driving than before.

Place your hands on the steering wheel at the three and nine o'clock positions, and look straight ahead.

Guo Lin sat in the passenger seat.

He would glance at Lin Feng in the back seat every now and then through the rearview mirror.

Sun Ting leaned against the car window, looking at the street scene outside, while Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest.

After arriving at Fragrant Hills, the group bought tickets and entered the park.

It stretches from the foot of the mountain all the way to the top.

There were quite a few people climbing Fragrant Hills, mostly young couples and groups of college students.

Occasionally, a few photography enthusiasts carrying long lenses and tripods would appear.

The tripod was set up by the roadside, and the shutter clicked away.

Song Shu and Guo Lin unknowingly arrived at the back.

Lin Feng and Sun Ting had already walked quite a distance ahead.

Sun Ting linked arms with Lin Feng.

He was pointing at a particularly large smoke tree and saying something.

Song Shu watched their retreating figures.

A complex mix of emotions, difficult to describe, was churning within me.

In order to verify what Guo Lin said, Song Shu

He took a document out of his bag.

She just received it this afternoon.

A policy document on the integrated development of the cultural and tourism industry.

She turned to the first page and handed it to Guo Lin: "Can you memorize it?"

Guo Lin nodded: "Of course, no problem."

She took the document and scanned it by the light of the streetlamp.

Page 1, Page 2, Page 3.

She turned the pages quickly, her fingers gliding lightly across the paper, each page lasting only a few seconds.

When she turned to the last page, she closed the document and handed it back to Song Shu.

"In order to thoroughly implement the national, provincial, and municipal policies on expanding high-level opening up to the outside world,

Decisions and plans to promote the high-quality development of the cultural and tourism industry

Based on the actual situation in our city, this implementation plan is formulated...

Guo Lin's voice was steady and clear, flowing along the mountain path at night.

At first, Song Shu was looking at the documents and comparing them, but then her fingers slowly loosened.

She didn't need to look anymore, because Guo Lin had memorized it perfectly.

A full thirteen thousand words, from general requirements to key tasks,

Guo Lin recited everything from the safeguards to the annexes list verbatim.

Even the punctuation marks are in the correct positions.

Song Shu was so shocked she couldn't contain herself.

"You have a photographic memory, that's amazing."

Her voice trembled slightly.

Having grown up together, Song Shu naturally knew Guo Lin's capabilities.

Guo Lin does have a good memory; she never fails to cram for exams, but she can never remember everything she sees.

To be able to memorize 13,000 words after just one reading is a superpower; there's no other explanation.

Guo Lin smiled and said, "This is nothing."

The boss is also a gambling god and a doctor god.

A simple click can cure a person in a vegetative state.

Moreover, even Parkinson's disease was cured easily.

Song Shu, as your best friend, I really don't want you to miss this opportunity.

I can tell you also have feelings for the boss.

The boss seems to be quite interested in your profession, looks, and figure.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have randomly paired people up.

Song Shu's mind was buzzing at this moment.

A mountain breeze rustled through the forest, making the red leaves whisper in the wind.

But it felt like her ears were stuffed with cotton.

All sounds seemed distant.

"Wait, you mean it can treat vegetative state and Parkinson's disease?"

She couldn't believe it.

"Nonsense, of course, would I lie to you?"

And it happens in an instant, understand?

Guo Lin's words instantly shattered Song Shu's perception.

She stood there, unable to contain her shock, and said, "This is too much information for me to process. Let me digest it."

She raised her hand and pressed her temples.

"I understand. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't believe it either."

The only thing your boss can't give you is a marriage certificate; he can give you anything else.

One of a kind in the world.

There are some things I can't say too much about, you know what I mean.

While the boss is in Beijing, you must act quickly.

Otherwise, you'll regret it for the rest of your life.

After Guo Lin finished speaking, she patted Song Shu on the shoulder and caught up with Lin Feng with a smile.

Song Shu stood still.

Watching Guo Lin's figure disappear around the bend in the mountain road.

She looked down at the documents in her hand.

Those policy provisions she couldn't memorize seemed like something from another world at that moment.

She looked up at the mountaintop.

Lin Feng and Sun Ting's figures had become two small black dots.

She took a deep breath, and the cold mountain air filled her lungs, making her more alert.

Then she quickened her pace and caught up.