Fu Ling opened his eyes and looked around the room. There were clothes littered around and there was a sour smell of rotting food. Fu Ling scrunched his nose.
[Host do you want to accept this body's memory now?]
Fu Ling paused slightly then hummed. He had no intention of telling the system he didn't specially need to be given the memories because he already had all the memories.
The system took his pause for surprise and was even more guilty. The poor host must've had to do tasks all this time without any memories.
[I've sent them host!]
Fu Ling lay back down suppressing the nausea in his throat and went through his memories.
This Fu Ling was a third year highschool student. His parents were what others would call nouveau riche. His father won it big in a lottery and started his own company. The man wasn't too smart but he knew how to maximize profits and minimize losses and in no time, they climbed out of the ranks of middle class.
