After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 237: Skill Transfer

Seeing Yu Jiao wave at him, Xing Yuan smiled back in response.

“Long time no see, Yu Jiao.”

After spotting Yu Jiao, Xin Hao glanced behind her, “He’s not coming?”

“He’s still abroad.”

Upon hearing her reply, Xin Hao let out a barely audible sigh of relief, “Alright then, let’s get started.”

To be honest, he didn’t want that man to show up either. He’d even felt it was unreal when Yu Jiao and Rong Fan joined deva.

What kind of benefit did that man offer to actually get both Rong Fan and Yu Jiao to willingly join?

Pushing those thoughts aside for now, Xin Hao opened the large screen. It was playing a recording of the livestream.

Even though the System officially forbade recordings, no way a bunch of seasoned veterans would really follow that.

He gestured toward Zhang Can next to him and started the introduction: “This is a new guy on my team—Zhang Can. He just ranked up to high-level player recently, and he’s the one who discovered this livestream.”

Zhang Can bowed slightly and greeted respectfully, “Hello, seniors.”

His looks were upright, features sharp, posture crisp and composed—he looked like the type fresh out of the military.

Yu Jiao gave a small nod. It was her first time seeing a livestream like this, and inwardly she sighed at how fast the times had changed. Veterans like them were clearly no match for the newbies now.

She raised a question: “Zhang Can, when you watch this livestream, can you see the livestream chat?”

Zhang Can shook his head, “No, we can only see the content. The title was really unique—something like ‘Li Mu Returns.’”

At the time, he’d been confused and didn’t really know who this “Li Mu” was. So he went to ask Xin Hao, and the next second, his big boss’s eyes popped wide open. He jumped right out of his chair, pointed at the screen, and shouted a string of “Holy sh*t.”

He paused the video on the moment the woman first appeared, and Xin Hao clicked his tongue in amazement: “That’s obviously Li Mu.”

It was Xing Yuan’s first time seeing what Li Mu looked like. Staring at the woman, a thoughtful look flickered in his eyes.

So this was the one ranked number one?

“She’s actually that young?”

It was just an offhand comment from him, but as soon as he said it, the meeting room—previously buzzing—fell into complete silence.

Sensing something was off, Xing Yuan blinked and looked around.

“…What? Did I say something wrong?”

She really did look young—probably just in her early twenties.

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong.”

Xin Hao broke the silence and said in a deep voice.

“Because this is actually the next issue I was going to bring up.”

He turned toward Yu Jiao, “Yu Jiao, don’t you think Li Mu doesn’t look all that different from how she used to?”

The woman on the screen had only grown more mature in demeanor. Her face showed no trace of being worn down by time.

Ever since Yu Li left, it had been nearly ten years. Even someone as young as Rong Fan was already twenty-six or twenty-seven.

Back then, Yu Li had only been in her early twenties, but now, almost a decade later, she barely looked any different.

It was like the rest of them had aged a dozen years, but for her, only a few had passed.

Yu Jiao didn’t speak. She just stared at the woman on the screen. No wonder she’d felt something was off.

So it was the timeline that didn’t add up.

Qi Cheng’an chimed in with a smile: “Maybe Li Mu’s just resistant to aging.”

“……”

Faced with a roomful of death stares, he quickly wiped the smile off his face and spoke solemnly:

“Okay, fine, I actually think this whole thing is super fishy too.”

“……”

Yu Jiao ignored Qi Cheng’an’s brainless remark. She tapped her finger on the table lightly and asked Xin Hao: “So what’s your theory?”

“Two possibilities.”

Xin Hao held up two fingers.

“First, the Li Mu we’re seeing might be fake—just a phantom illusion created by the Film Set System, a way to test the audience’s reactions.”

“Second, after that incident years ago, Li Mu’s soul fell into slumber, and now it’s been reawakened, but instead of returning as a player, the System brought her back as an NPC in an Instance.”

Rong Fan spoke up: “I don’t think she’s fake. I’ve interacted with Li Mu a few times—she gave me such a familiar feeling.”

Hearing this, Xin Hao shot him a glance, his gaze teasing:

“So that’s why your mission failed, huh, Rong Fan?”

“……”

Right. It was bound to come up eventually.

Rong Fan pressed his lips together and turned his head away, “You should be more concerned about Bo Jingmo. He has Li Mu’s Black Moon.”

At that, Xin Hao gave a slight nod, “Honestly, I was pretty surprised about that too. But I’ve never seen this Bo Jingmo guy before. Any of you met him?”

Yu Jiao and Rong Fan stayed silent, but then Xing Yuan suddenly said: “I think Jiang Xi from my team knows Bo Jingmo.”

“Really?”

Xin Hao turned to him, “Mind asking her to come over? Or maybe I’ll drop by your side in a few days.”

“Those players are all students. I think it’s better if you come over.”

Xing Yuan thought for a bit, then looked toward Yu Jiao, “I heard from Wu Bei that he once teamed up with Mu Chengsi from your squad. Doesn’t Mu Chengsi also know Bo Jingmo?”

A flicker passed through Yu Jiao’s eyes, but it was hidden behind her lenses. She replied casually, “Is that so? I’ll ask her when I get back.”

Xing Yuan nodded and added, “Hearing you all talk like this… I actually have a theory too.”

“Oh?” Yu Jiao raised her head slightly, “What theory?”

“Just to be clear, this is just my personal, rough guess—don’t take it too seriously.” Xing Yuan’s face wore a genial smile and his tone was light, making it hard for anyone to feel put off.

He looked at the screen and began slowly, “I was just thinking—if things really are like Xin Hao’s second guess… what if Li Mu’s skill got taken by Bo Jingmo?”

“Taken?” Qi Cheng’an frowned slightly, “You can take someone else’s skill?”

“It’s just a theory—or maybe we could call it… a skill transfer?”

Xing Yuan said with a smile, “Say Li Mu died. Her skill got reclaimed by the System. But keeping that skill slot empty would be a waste, right? So the System gave it to Bo Jingmo. But then Li Mu came back, only now she has no skill left, so she couldn’t be a player anymore and had to become an NPC instead.”

Upon hearing that, Yu Jiao curled her lips.

“That explanation doesn’t sound too convincing.”

Becoming an NPC because she didn’t have a skill?

That’s a stretch.

Xing Yuan didn’t mind being refuted—he kept smiling cheerfully: “Which is why I said just take it as a fun idea. But it’s not completely baseless either. Like the old saying—two tigers can’t live on one mountain. Li Mu’s skill is powerful, and now Bo Jingmo’s strength clearly has the potential to match hers. If they were both around at the same time, it’d definitely cause trouble.”

Xin Hao stroked his chin, deep in thought.

“So… you think Li Mu can’t return because of Bo Jingmo’s presence?”

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