Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Huo Wen’an sat by the window, watching the old man’s scolding of Huo Wuyi, a slight smile forming at the corner of his lips.

An abrupt phone ringtone suddenly rang out. Glancing towards the direction of the coffee table, he keenly noticed the characters ’Little Star.’ ”It’s Young Madam’s call.”

Zheng Lie quickly walked over to pick up the phone and respectfully handed it to Huo Wen’an. On Huo Wen’an’s turf, Zheng Lie and the others unabashedly referred to Xu Xingguang as Young Madam.

Because they found that whenever they mentioned Young Madam, the Pilot would become a bit more approachable.

For their Pilot, who had one foot in Yama Hall, only Young Madam could make him regain interest in returning to the Human World.

Huo Wen’an answered the call and had just said ”Xingguang”, when he heard Xu Xingguang say, ”You seem to be in a good mood.” Even across the phone, Xu Xingguang could easily sense Huo Wen’an’s mood.

Huo Wen’an was someone who paid great attention to hiding his inner emotions. That Xu Xingguang could easily understand his feelings wasn’t because she had a Mind Reading Technique, but because he gave Xu Xingguang the privilege to understand his inner world.

Seeing Xu Xingguang guessing his mood correctly, Huo Wen’an’s smile deepened a little.

”Not bad,” Huo Wen’an said, ”I just upset the old man enough to make him leave.”

”It seems like you have a decent relationship with your grandfather.”

So, when preparing a meeting gift, she should also be more intentional.

”How are things progressing on your end? Didn’t you say you were going to report to the research institute today?” Huo Wen’an knew Xu Xingguang was leading the Xia Country research institute, studying the Corpse Centipede.

But he wasn’t clear about the exact name of the research institute she was leading, nor its position.

Xu Xingguang replied, ”I have reported in and met with my colleagues.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Wen’an felt like the old father whose daughter was going to work on her first day, asking her babblingly, ”How are your colleagues? Can you get along well with them? Did you prepare meeting gifts for them as I suggested?”

Xu Xingguang stared at the Attractive Herb Powder on her desk and told Huo Wen’an, ”Of course, I prepared meeting gifts—not cheap ones either; they’ll definitely like them.”

”That’s good then.”

If Xu Xingguang had nothing serious, she wouldn’t call Huo Wen’an proactively. Expecting she had some urgent matter to discuss, Huo Wen’an asked Xu Xingguang, ”Calling me at this time, did you encounter any problems at work?”

Xu Xingguang asked Huo Wen’an a question entirely unrelated to her work, ”A Zui, you’re a seasoned movie buff, I have a question I’d like to ask you.”

Even using the word ’ask,’ Huo Wen’an instinctively straightened up, attentively listening, ”Go ahead.”

”Upon the first moment of hearing the name Christopher, what do you think of?”

”Christopher?” After a brief ponder, Huo Wen’an said, ”This name appears in many films, but the ones that leave a deep impression on movie enthusiasts must be the characters in cinematic masterpieces.”

”Just like when we mention the character Hannibal, the first thought is of Hannibal the cannibalistic demon. When you mentioned Christopher, the first image that popped into my mind was the movie ’The Truman Show’.”

”The Truman Show? Truman’s World?”

Although not a seasoned movie buff, Xu Xingguang also watched this film, but because she had soul-traveled to multiple worlds, her memory of the real world was quite hazy.

She couldn’t clearly remember its content but could still recall the basic framework of the storyline.

As a screenwriter and author, their impression of story frameworks is always deep.

Xu Xingguang asked confusedly, ”Is there a person named Christopher in The Truman Show?”

”Of course,” Huo Wen’an reminded Xu Xingguang, ”Do you remember the elderly man who adopted Truman? The one who created Seahaven Island and directed the entire reality show.”

Xu Xingguang didn’t remember at all.

Seeing Xu Xingguang fall silent, Huo Wen’an guessed that she didn’t really understand this movie.

Patiently, Huo Wen’an introduced Xu Xingguang to the identity of that old man and his influence on the protagonist.

Finally, Huo Wen’an said, ”[The outside world is the same as the world I created for you, filled with lies and frauds. But in my world, you have nothing to fear.]”

”When the protagonist discovered the world he lived in was fake—a reality show—Christopher said those words to him.”

”You just need to know that Christopher is the director of the entire reality show; he is the God to the protagonist Truman.”

”I see,” Xu Xingguang said, ”Tonight I’ll find time to watch the movie carefully again.”