The Stupid Omega Bound to a Rewind System - Chapter 4

At Secretary Song’s home, Song Ruochen completed his system experiment.

“It works!” Song Ruochen praised it lavishly. “So satisfying.”

【…】

【What kind of decent person uses a Rewind System to draw cards?】

“It turns out the reason I couldn’t draw any cards was just bad luck,” Song Ruochen said. “If I rewind a few seconds and try again, I can definitely get the goods!”

【…】

【There is a message on your phone.】

Song Ruochen cast his gaze toward his phone.

[“Yan Ci” has requested to add you as a friend.]

Song Ruochen: Madam, aren’t you sleeping yet?

Yan Ci: I’m live-streaming right now. If I earn more money, I’ll be more worthy of Jian Feng.

Song Ruochen: Then he shouldn’t be marrying an Omega; he should be marrying a bank.

Song Ruochen: Sleep early, Madam.

Yan Ci: Secretary Song, I have an event the day after tomorrow. Can you accompany me?

Yan Ci: One of the sponsors is a snack brand.

Song Ruochen: Snacks aren’t important. The main thing is that I want to accompany you, Madam.

Song Ruochen had an impression of this event Yan Ci mentioned. In the original story, some hostile audience members attended the scene and hurt Yan Ci quite badly, and because the Protagonist Gong was too busy dealing with Jian Yuheng, who had parachuted into the company, he hadn’t cared about Yan Ci’s feelings, leading to a major falling out between the two.

To prevent these two from doing something stupid and creating a “crematorium” scenario that would trap Secretary Song, Song Ruochen had to go keep an eye on things.

It didn’t really have much to do with the snacks.

“I’m sleepy.” He yawned. “I worked overtime today; I’ll take tomorrow off.”

The next day, Xiaoshi Group.

The Protagonist Gong, Jian Feng, called the extension five times, but failed to summon Secretary Song.

“CEO Jian.” The lifestyle assistant pushed the door open. “Secretary Song is on leave today.”

“Hmm?” Jian Feng was stunned for a moment.

This secretary had seemed to be at his post at all times since he started working. He had no idea he would ever take leave?

“Okay, I understand,” Jian Feng said.

The assistant continued to report on work: “Regarding Second Young Master Jian, I received news that several members of the company’s management seem to want to get to know him and are preparing to invite him to the swimming pool for a workout.”

Jian Feng frowned.

This assistant was one of the people belonging to the board’s old guard; they couldn’t stand seeing these employees rushing to suck up to the new leader so quickly.

“What did my brother say?” Jian Feng asked.

Jian Yuheng had always loved swimming the most, and these people truly knew how to play to his preferences.

“The Second Young Master said…” The assistant’s mouth twitched.

“What did he say?” Jian Feng asked.

Assistant: “The Second Young Master said he never wants to see a swimming pool again in his life.”

Jian Feng: “…?”

Jian Yuheng had rejected the group of people rushing to curry favor and sat in his office, rubbing his brow.

Yesterday, was he… too tired?

How could he not be able to swim to the shore in a swimming pool?

But yesterday, what did he do? He just gave Secretary Song a bit of a hard time, a mere Omega, how much effort could that take?

Come to think of it, ever since he had held the man down to give him a “show of force” yesterday, he hadn’t seen Secretary Song at the company today.

“Have Secretary Song submit a meeting record,” Jian Yuheng said. “And two monthly reports.”

“Secretary Song is on leave,” Assistant Gong said.

Jian Yuheng lifted his eyes: “Is he… unwell?”

When he was restraining the man and talking about punishment yesterday, he had used a bit of Alpha pheromone pressure. Could Secretary Song’s frail frame handle it?

“No,” Assistant Gong said. “I just checked the system. The reason for the leave is ‘Antarctic glacier melting’.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

That must have been filled in at random.

“Secretary Song is not simple,” Gong Huo said. “He looks clean and pretty and speaks in a soft, gentle voice, but I always feel he has that ‘playing the pig to eat the tiger’ vibe.”

Jian Yuheng gave a hum.

He had been distracted all day today and couldn’t spare the energy to consider Secretary Song for the moment. After all, things like a swimming pool turning into the Atlantic Ocean no one would believe it if he told them.

“Get off work,” he said. “I want to rest early today.”

He went downstairs, drove home steadily, and the swimming pool in the backyard was clean and clear.

Jian Yuheng thought about it, changed into his swimwear, and got into the water.

The water gently embraced him, rippling, smoothing out the exhaustion of his day.

Jian Yuheng got out, got in, then got out and got in again, repeating this many times until he finally let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t a problem with the swimming pool. It must have been a dream last night; he was sure of it.

Good. The dream has awakened. From now on, my life will return to normal.

—

Song Ruochen had been hiding in his room for the better part of the day, organizing a number of small snack shops in this ABO world, preparing to “check-in” later.

The next day, he got into Yan Ci’s car and drove all the way to the event venue.

“Some of the audience at the venue might have some misunderstandings about you because of what happened before,” Yan Ci’s live-streaming agent said. “Just don’t pay any attention to them.”

“Okay,” Yan Ci responded obediently.

Song Ruochen listened, without interjecting.

This wasn’t a problem that could be solved by just ignoring them. In the original book, these people’s favorite streamer had some one-sided conflict with Yan Ci, so they sent people to throw drinks at Yan Ci with plastic bottles on the spot and made things difficult for him in various ways.

“System?” Song Ruochen asked internally as they got out of the car. “Do I have the ‘Ultimate Move’ charged up today?”

【Yes, three times. Use them sparingly.】

“Good.” Song Ruochen said.

He grabbed Yan Ci from the agent’s side: “Let’s go.”

The venue for the e-sports promotion event was packed with people, and the organizer was even live-streaming.

Countless viewers were crowded into the live-stream, and the bullet comments were flying fast.

[Tsk, Yan Ci. Him again. This little good-for-nothing sure has good resources.]

[Who is the Omega accompanying him? He’s got that cool, refined vibe. I like him.]

[CEO Jian’s secretary. I’ve seen him on the company’s homepage.]

[An Omega as a general assistant? He looks so thin and frail; can he really handle the job?]

Suddenly, some fans at the scene began cursing at Yan Ci, throwing things at him from across the crowd.

In the feed, Secretary Song calmly pushed Yan Ci forward. The automatic umbrella in his right hand suddenly popped open, blocking the mineral water bottles and liquids being thrown by the audience.

The scene erupted in gasps.

[So strong. Is this what a top-tier secretary is like?]

[Ahhh, and an audience member rushed in, too! That was close, thank goodness Secretary Song pushed Yan Ci out in time.]

[His experience in handling problems is too rich. He’s a little beauty with super-strong working capabilities.]

At the entrance of the venue, Song Ruochen elegantly finished his “Reload.”

“Madam,” Song Ruochen said, acting like he had pulled off something huge, “we have arrived safely.”

The Rewind System it was easy to use. As long as he reloaded well, he was no different from that omnipotent Secretary Song in the original book.

The reliable Secretary Song was back.

At the same time,

At the elevator entrance of the Xiaoshi Group, Jian Yuheng was in a daze.

The door to this private elevator had been a bit broken recently. When he entered, he was unfortunately caught by the elevator door.

It was an isolated incident; Jian Yuheng didn’t pay it any mind and sat in the elevator, slowly ascending. The floor indicator gradually went higher, and he was about to arrive at his office.

Clink.

He was caught by the door again.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Huh? Why am I back on the first floor?

Jian Yuheng slowly lifted his foot, exited the elevator, and walked further and further away from it.

In the next second, he was back between the elevator doors.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Jian Yuheng: “…?”

Jian Yuheng stopped moving.