Soul Misplacement

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Today is my last day at the research institute. Tomorrow I'm going to the National Secret Research Institute. Oh, you're asking who I am? I'm a doctoral student named Li Xing, 27 years old this year. My appearance is really nothing to write home about, and I still don't have a girlfriend. I spend all my spare time on my research and have won quite a few awards. So after I graduate this year, they offered me a job at the National Research Institute. The salary is high and the benefits are good, so of course I went (only a fool wouldn't). Going with me is the beautiful Wei Yaling from the same institute. We call her "Dumbbell" in private. She's a real beauty, and her dad is a millionaire. I really don't understand why she has to work so hard (Ostrich: That's his opinion, it has nothing to do with me). It's a pity China didn't participate in the Miss World pageant, otherwise she might have been a representative. All the unmarried people in the institute considered her as a potential marriage partner, except for me. It's not that I have high taste, but I'm self-aware enough to know that I have neither a good family background nor good looks. Based on those two things alone, I'm already considered an outsider. Of course, looking at beautiful women is pleasing to the eye even without any romantic intentions. I didn't have any particular thoughts (fantasies) about going to the National Research Institute this time.
In the morning, after receiving my graduation certificate and doctoral diploma, I went out to eat with some classmates to celebrate our graduation. Everyone ordered several bottles of beer. Because I received better treatment, everyone kept toasting me, to the point that by the end of the meeting, I could see two of everything in the world. Actually, everyone was the same, everyone looked like that. I said goodbye to everyone and walked towards my rented apartment. I staggered across the only road. Damn it, who put a Coke can on the road? I kicked it hard, and in an instant, the sky, tall buildings, and crowds all spun at an angle. Then, after the back of my head hit the ground, I lost consciousness.
"That person is so pitiful, dying on a Coke can." A noisy voice rang in my ears.
"Yeah, I don't know who the heartless person was, killing someone." Judging from the voice, it should be the voice of a middle-aged woman in her early fifties.
"I say he's lucky no car drove over him, at least he has a whole body." The voice should be that of a young man in his twenties.
What era are we living in? Still caring about a whole body? How old-fashioned. Has someone died? Let's go see. I thought to myself as I pushed my way through the crowd. When I reached out my hand, those people seemed to pass through my hand like rays of light. Were these not people? Never mind, let's look at the dead body. Oh, the face is so ugly, but why does it look so familiar? I think I know this dead person. Isn't this me? How come there's another me lying on the ground? Just then, the ambulance arrived, and they hurriedly put the other me into the vehicle.
"Hey, hey, what's going on with this guy?" I tugged at the corpse, but it was like trying to pass through thin air—completely futile. My screams went unheard, as if I didn't exist.
Suddenly, a hand patted my shoulder. Great, finally someone was paying attention to me.
"I hope you understand clearly, you're dead, and I'm the angel Wang Bing who took you to heaven," the person said, shoving a bombshell into my head before I could even open my mouth to ask a question.
"Haha, you're really joking. Is this what an angel looks like? Look at you in your suit, tie, leather shoes, and briefcase—clearly a modern person. Angels have wings. Please, if you're going to joke, at least make something meaningful." In this modern age of sophisticated attire and refined manners, there are still people like this? Unbelievable, unbelievable.
"Fine, you all have this 'seeing is believing' nonsense. I'll take you to heaven now, no more arguing." He grabbed my hand, and we floated straight into the sky. My jaw was wide enough to fit a soccer ball, but my heart felt as heavy as an aircraft carrier. I was dead, damn it, I died just as my good days were beginning.
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He pulled me to a lonely door in the air, but when we passed through it, we found ourselves in what seemed like a city. He led me to a tall building that looked somewhat like the city hall of my hometown.
"Come with me, we'll register our household registration and place of origin, and collect some necessities and relief funds." He then led me to a service counter. A beautiful young woman there, but I just couldn't tell the difference between heaven and earth. Same facilities, same pretty faces, even the same clothes and behavior—unbelievable.
"Miss, could you please check which district this Li Xing is assigned to, and how much money is in his account? Thank you." While the angel was checking the information on the computer, I asked him, "Why are Heaven and Earth so similar?"
"Silly boy, people don't want to change their lifestyle. After they die, of course they want to live their original lives, so Heaven satisfies them. It's the same with work. I wouldn't be an angel if I didn't have a job; it's tiring and doesn't pay well." He started muttering. "
Uh, there is someone named Li Xing, but his return is in 62 years. An old man named Li Xing, who was supposed to report today, didn't report. That should be your responsibility, right? You didn't make a mistake again, did you?" The waitress smiled at the angel Wang Bing.
"Damn it, you actually made a mistake! I was thinking I shouldn't have had a short lifespan; it's all your fault for making me suffer." Of course, I couldn't say these things; I could keep my opinion to myself. "Ah! What should I do? I can't stay in heaven, and I can't go back to earth. I'm a black market resident now. I'm not going to go to hell, am I?" I panicked.

What hell are you talking about? Everyone who dies goes to heaven, no matter how bad they are. Your destination is easy to handle. We'll just send you back to your body. They pulled me into something like an elevator, and I saw them press a button. A white light flashed, and then I lost consciousness.

I was back in earth.
"The lights are so bright, it's uncomfortable. And why is there a woman crying? Hey, if you want to cry, go somewhere else! Crying here is so annoying, so annoying, so annoying." I think I'm lying in bed. "Ah, right, that damn careless angel sent me back. So the one crying is my mother." I slowly opened my eyes, but I couldn't see clearly. Calling her "Mom" was definitely the right thing to do (I couldn't think of any woman besides my mother who had cried for me).
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Mom, don't cry, I'm fine." A sweet, delicate female voice came from my mouth.
"Wan'er, Wan'er's alright! Wan'er's alive! Nurse! Doctor! Doctor! Come quick!" When I finally saw the woman in front of me, I realized she was completely different from what I had imagined. This woman was a hundred times prettier than my mother! A stunning beauty! the woman shouted.
Thump, thump, thump—suddenly, a lot of people appeared. And what's with that doctor putting some kind of instrument on me? And that nurse touching me all over? I got annoyed and casually brushed her hand away, only to touch two soft mounds on my chest. Ah, this, this is a woman's breasts! How did I get these things? Wait, is that my voice? A bright and soft soprano voice. All of this proves—I'm a woman. *Thud*, I turned into a lump of mud and fainted.
How could I have such a dream? Turning into a girl? Do people who've been to heaven all have delusions, or is going to heaven just a part of a dream? Although that part of the memory is very clear, I'm an atheist after all. Now that there's evidence it's fake, I'll just accept it as fake. I got out of bed. Hmm, not the same bed as before. Looks like I really was dreaming, but I still touched my chest to confirm. Ah, two soft mounds, still there! Still dreaming, I'll go back to sleep. It'll be over when I wake up, haha, I'm such a genius (even though I'm clearly an idiot). A little while later, I fell asleep again.

"Miss, Miss, are you feeling better?" A simple female voice came from outside the door.
"Go, go, let me sleep a little longer." That's what I always say to my mom when I wake up in the morning. And now, the young lady is saying that to me when she wakes up?
Why would I bring a girl in? It was just yesterday's absurd dream. I pressed my breasts, and they were still there. Ah, ah, ah, ah—a few low moans, a woman's voice. I was just waiting to examine the primal differences between men and women when the door opened, and a Filipino maid came in. A flurry of activity, like a thief—tragic, I finally accepted this cruel reality. Of course, I had to get my money's worth. I'd never seen a girl's body before, so this time I was going to…hehehe…wait, why should I be afraid of the maid finding out? I'm "examining" my own body. Right, let's see what "I" look like.
"Could you get me a mirror?" I "ordered" the maid (I'd never experienced anything like it before).
"Miss, your dressing table is right next to you." The maid was bringing me a milk tea.

I turned my head and saw a mirror. Wow, what a huge mirror! It could practically reflect the entire room. That's an exaggeration, but it could definitely show my whole body. Long, flowing hair, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, an oval face, fair skin, and a voluptuous figure that was undeniably stunning—even more exquisite than Wei Yaling.
"I'm fine, you can go out now, let me rest for a while." As soon as the Filipino maid left, I couldn't wait to check "myself" body.
"Stop, you wicked scoundrel!" Suddenly, a woman's figure appeared before me. Ah, wasn't this my current "self"? A ghost!
"Hehehe, here's what happened." "Sigh, the inevitable has to happen. It was that incredibly careless angel, Wang Bing, who suddenly appeared before me.
Apparently, he made two mistakes in one day, getting Fan Yingwan mixed up too, and dialing the wrong number when he brought me back. This is what happened. Normally, all I had to do was transfer me out of this body, but a body can't withstand two soul departures within a month. So I have to live in this body for a month, and I'll have to deal with the body's problems myself, because only I, the 'human,' know about this. And this woman—no, the female ghost—is afraid I'll do something dirty to her body, so she insists on following me.
Now I'm doomed. I have to live in this body for a month. I was hoping to study the female body, but even that's not possible." It's possible now, because that Fan Yingwan follows me everywhere—eating, sleeping, going out, even to the toilet and bathing! She's made it impossible for me to have a chance. But I'm always got a keen eye, and I doubt any man will ever know her body better than me, not even her husband. Let's see how she gets married then! But who knows, maybe she'll kill me to get a husband (after she gets her body back), and then I'll be burdened with a cold shoulder. Most importantly, I need to deal with my body quickly! If it's burned, how will I get back? Am I supposed to just lie there in ashes? I'm miserable!
I hurriedly tried to rush home, but a dozen maids stopped me: "Master ordered that Miss is not allowed to go out today. If you're bored, you can stroll in the garden." I desperately wanted to leave, but damn it, the door was locked. Oh, it was locked by an old woman, probably Fan Yingwan's wet nurse or something.
A garden? How big is it? Do I really need to stroll in it? I was shocked when I saw what was going on. I walked for ages and didn't see a single one twice. Statistically speaking, the odds were incredibly low! This family must be quite wealthy. I turned to ask the female ghost (ghosts aren't afraid of the sun; in fact, it's warm and comfortable – her exact words, I swear, not a single word changed). I almost fainted. Her parents were chairmen and general managers of large corporations, incredibly wealthy, with branches all over the world! Good heavens, was I lucky or unlucky? On the one hand, I thought I could use their influence to shine brightly in the future; on the other hand, I thought that female ghost would kill me sooner or later.
During the day, the female ghost, Fan Yingwan, fed me her attitude, actions, and words towards her parents, making me imitate those coquettish gestures. I mentally vomited for a long time. As an ugly man, I've never acted coquettishly since I can remember (and I wouldn't have if I didn't remember). Then it got dark, and I felt uneasy. Luckily, the real person was there; otherwise, I would have given myself away in no time.
"Yingwan, are you alright? I was so worried." Such a burly man, such a gentle tone, such caring words... Hmm, I must learn from him in the future, I'll definitely be able to pick up lots of girls (Hey, hey, that's fatherly love, what are you thinking?).
"I'm alright, dad, look." She even deliberately jumped around, and accidentally (pushed by the female ghost), fell into the burly man's arms (Oh my god, I've already said something awful enough, now).
"Yeah, I'm alright, wife, don't you think?" Wow, it's that super beautiful woman again.
"I said I was fine, why are you making such a fuss?" I wonder which beauty was shouting when I woke up.
Finally, after some struggle, I can go out, of course, the first thing is to deal with my body. I need to take a taxi, but the driver from the female ghost's house asked me, so I got in the car and headed straight for my house (I can't treat them as my family, please forgive me). Sitting in the car, I clasped my hands together, praying like a Bodhisattva: Don't cremate my body, I don't want to end up like Tieguai Li, even though I also have the surname Li. I wondered if this last-minute cramming would work.
The familiar front door was filled with a heavy atmosphere of sorrow. I rushed inside and saw my mother's eyes red from crying, and my father's face filled with grief—clearly he had also been crying, his face unwashed, still bearing tear stains. And there was my classmate, ha, that Wei Yaling, too, her face also filled with sorrow, though she hadn't shed a tear; her clean face was obvious.
Seeing my mother so grief-stricken, I couldn't help but call out, "Mom, don't cry." I forgot, and then, the female ghost behind me poked me hard.
"You are...you are Xing'er's girlfriend?" Although my mother was overwhelmed with grief, she still had some sense, and looked surprised.
"Yes, that's me. I rushed here as soon as I heard about Xing. How could he do this?" My face was full of sorrow, but inside I was laughing wildly. Haha, I'd struck gold! This way, I could use my girlfriend's identity to stop them from cremating my body. The female ghost kept poking me, and I secretly told her my plan, promising that I would have nothing to do with her afterward.
"No way! Such a pretty girl, Xing-ge is really capable."
"This kid is a real hidden talent, and what he shows is not real talent!"
"I really need to learn from him when he's around." A group of classmates immediately started discussing.

"Cousin, how did you meet Li Xing?" A beautiful female voice entered my ears. Ah, it was Wei Yaling. What, what, they're cousins? What a coincidence! Pumpkin has been exposed now.
"It was May 1st last year, what happened?" Don't tell me this girl was with the female ghost last May 1st.
"Oh, no wonder, I couldn't find you last year, so you were out picking up rich guys." Wei Yaling said with a mocking smile.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, what she thinks has nothing to do with me. The female ghost wouldn't dare do anything to me here, but she'd definitely skin me alive when she got back. But a man's principles will work themselves out (I'm so scared I'm rambling).
"Mom, Xing isn't dead. I heard it from my friend. Look, there's no sign of decay at all. My friend is a doctor." Of course, being a death angel, he would have done something, otherwise, if I were walking around on a skeleton, wouldn't the world be in chaos?
"Really?" Mom looked incredulous. She didn't believe in science, but she was very superstitious.
"Yes, Xing appeared to me in a dream yesterday, saying he could be resurrected in a month." Anyway, I won't be the one suffering then, haha.
"Cousin, you—" I quickly covered her mouth with one hand. Of course, I knew Fan Yingwan wasn't a doctor; I just didn't know she was. I turned to ask the female ghost, haha, she was actually a staff member at the research institute I was going to, my senior. It seems that being beautiful and ambitious isn't just for Wei Yaling. Of course, all cousins are like that; maybe there's a genetic factor. Years later, when I brought up this topic, they both immediately rejected it.
Seeing the strange expressions on my classmates' faces, I installed my body in a glass coffin (which I had called over the phone), placed it in the coffin, said goodbye to my parents (I couldn't stand the stares from my classmates), and took Wei Yaling back with me.
I didn't take the careless angel's words to heart at all; his pitiful credibility was practically zero. Besides, if I entered someone else's body, what would happen to that person's soul? It was laughable to think about. After this commotion, my month-long vacation was ruined. The National Research Institute was about to start recruiting, and I should report there. But thinking of Wei Yaling made me both happy and worried, and Fan Yingwan gave me a headache. I wondered if I would run into her, and how I would face her?
Anyway, I still went to report, or more accurately, to start work, because it was where I would make a living in the future; otherwise, I probably wouldn't have come. Holding all the letters of trust and the school's recommendation letter, I arrived at the personnel department. Look, there's a young woman working hard over there; let her take a break.
"Excuse me, miss, I'm from the research institute at XX University. I don't know where my research office is?" Sigh, I don't have any inside connections. Wei Yaling has her cousin, and although I "know" her, it's best to avoid her.
"Oh, it's you! Sister Yingwan specifically asked you to work on her research project. Hehe, you know her?" The pretty girl smiled knowingly. Damn, she's got me. I can forget about having any good days from now on. My anticipation is high! Honestly, since my soul returned to my body, my appearance has gradually changed, albeit slightly. For example, the excess fat on my face is gone, my eyes are bigger, my nose is more defined—basically, I'm starting to resemble Fan Yingwan. It really scares me. But if I hadn't changed, that girl probably wouldn't have smiled at me.
"Really? Where is her office?" A sincere (actually, a flattering) face can certainly win anyone over.
"It's at the end of this road, the second right turn, the second building on the left, number 218." The girl is so articulate.
"Thank you, I'll be right there." Better to die sooner rather than later, I'm a brave young man, I thought, picking up my luggage.
"Wait, let me help you carry it." Ah, poor girl, I was incredibly grateful; no girl had ever been so kind to me before.
I followed this girl, carrying the luggage, to Fan Yingwan's office. I had to ask her name; it would be too rude not to know the name of someone who was helping me.
"Miss, may I ask your name?" My wording seemed a bit off, like I was trying to pick up girls. Maybe it was because I was about to be abused by Fan Yingwan that my mind was foggy; my palms and back were sweating.
"My name is Yu Bing, everyone calls me Xiao Bing. It's those guys who call me 'Yu Bing' (meaning 'problem'), ah, I'm not talking about you, but you're not allowed to call me that, or I'll make you regret it." She seemed like a carefree girl, cute-looking, and not very scheming. If it were me, I wouldn't reveal my nickname to someone who didn't know it.
We arrived at Fan Yingwan's office. I knocked on the door. "Come in." The familiar voice was as familiar as I was with my own. Today, I might be doomed at the hands of the owner of that voice.
I pushed the door open, put down my luggage, and said in a serious tone, "Li Xing, researcher at XX University Research Institute, is reporting to Fan Yingwan. What is her title? Academician Fan, reporting for duty." I hoped to get away with it with a serious statement, but I was startled when I said "academician." I didn't expect her to be an academician. Why didn't she tell me before? Luckily, Yu Bing reminded me, or I would have been in even worse

shape. "Xiao Bing, you go back to work first. I'll take care of his matter." Sure enough, I was about to be thoroughly punished

. "You're quite adept at meeting pretty girls right away." No way, wasn't it you who arranged for her?

"Hehe, misunderstanding, misunderstanding. It was just a chance encounter." Even I felt my smile was too forced, and of course, I couldn't tell you what I really thought.

"So, what are you going to do?" ??? I was completely baffled.

"Silly, that's what the angel said about your characteristics!" So she heard it too.

"It's okay, you can't really believe that kind of blunt talk." I really don't know how she could believe that kind of blunt talk.

"Hmph, it'll be too late when something happens. Okay, now go to room 605 in dormitory building 8." Time to move luggage. That Xiao Bing is so kind.

I
just reached the door when I bumped into the person who opened it. Before I could even see who it was, I fainted. No way, my constitution can't be that weak, can it?

Huh, why is my face in front of me? Where am I?

"Cousin, are you alright? And Li Xing, are you alright?" Fan Yingwan looked concerned, but unfortunately, her concern was only for her cousin, not for me.

"I'm fine." Ah, why is it a woman's voice again? This sounds like Wei Yaling's voice. Could it be that I entered her body? What about her soul? It didn't disappear, did it?!

"Where are you? Wei Yaling, answer me quickly!" I cried out anxiously in my mind.

"I'm here. Your name is Li Xing, right? I am the innate part of Wei Yaling's soul. You have invaded her body. Because your spiritual power is far greater than hers, her subjective consciousness has been relegated to the secondary role." This consciousness is quite organized. Although it is innate, it seems to be Wei Yaling. It seems that innate things are really related to growth.

Hmm, I think I can see her consciousness. I wonder if I can know her memories. Ah, the games I played as a child are still vivid in my mind. I really can see them.

"Despicable!!"

"Cousin, are you alright?" Two voices sounded at the same time. My face turned red. No, it should be pink.

"Then how do I get back to my own body?" I asked the innate soul with a thick skin.

"Just touch your own body and concentrate your mind. Silently say 'I want to return to my own body,' while thinking about how good your own body is." A simple and clear explanation.

I took my own hand and did as the spirit instructed. Everything went black, and then I saw the faces of Wei Yaling and Fan Yingwan. Whew, I'm finally back!

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