1425 In Modern Day 23 (2/2)

Suddenly, messages come from my work's chat group. I start to get busy.

About fifteen minutes later, I finish my work and raise my head, preparing to stretch my neck.

Suddenly, I see a mushroom!

A white and tender mushroom with red star dots all over it!

…Where did this mushroom come from? I glance over and discover that it's growing in my mug.

It's about the size of a palm. Its skin, no—its surface is so tender and supple. On the cap, there are mushrooms of the same breed, just like its hands and feet.

What the hell is this? I'm confused.

At that moment, the mushroom sways and the cap moves upwards as though it has lifted its head.

The two slightly larger red stars that look like eyes meet my gaze.

Just like that, I look at it, and it seems to be looking at me.

A few seconds later, the mushroom reaches out its many ”hands,” and using the edge of the mug as leverage, it jumps out.

In the next second, it jumps to the floor and wildly runs towards the office door.

F*ck… I'm still confused.

At the same time, I discover a problem: All of the Instigator beverage in the mug is gone.

Almost subconsciously, I stand up and chase after the mushroom.

I suspect that it's a product from the fusion of the Instigator beverage and the dried mushrooms!

I have to resolve this accident I caused, as soon as possible!

The mushroom is ”short” and extremely fast. It passes through the office without being obstructed, and wasn't even discovered. On the other hand, I'm stopped by my colleagues several times and have no choice but to slow down.

So, although the mushroom's footsteps are obviously smaller than mine, it still escapes from the company.

I-it charged into the company next door!

I subconsciously follow.

At this moment, the security guard next door stops me.

”What are you here for?” the tall and strong security guard asks.

My mind races as I come up with an excuse:

”I'm here for Vice President Wu.”

”Vice President Wu?” The security officer doesn't believe me. ”I'll ask the front desk.”

While he's walking to the front desk, I approach the door and gaze inside.

I'm shocked by what I'm seeing.

The employees of the company next door are either wearing black hooded robes or wearing strange costumes. They're dancing with something similar to an ”Employees' Dance for Business.”

A cosplay convention? A masquerade ball? It's only nine in the morning… I'm confused again, forgetting to sneak inside.

”What's your boss doing?” I ask when the security guard returns.

It's so strange!

The security officer shakes his head.

”I don't know either.

”I'm just a worker.”

Tsk, the moment I hear that, it's obvious that he's trying to draw a clear line between him and them… I press, ”Is your boss inside too?”

”Yes, that one over there who isn't wearing anything,” the security guard replies nonchalantly.

I focus my gaze, and the corner of my mouth twitches involuntarily.

Pervert!