"Jingle Bell--"
As we all know, the alarm tone of a certain brand of mobile phone has the effect of penetrating the soul and reaching the brain. It is said that some people with neurasthenia are actually frightened by the ringtone and have a heart attack.
Ginger wine is no exception.
His fingers with clear joints groped around the bedside, and after touching a brick-shaped object, he directly pressed the power off button. After three seconds, he slowly got up from the bed.
There was also a bit of dissatisfaction with being woken up in his eyes.
Just sitting on the bed and letting her mind wander for dozens of seconds, the girl slowly got out of bed.
The current situation of young people today is that no matter how early or well they went to bed the night before, they still can't get up the next day whether they should or not.
A handful of cold water made my brain clearer.
Jiang Jiu looked at himself in the mirror, his face slightly pale, and his eyes gradually moved down, landing on a bright red mark like fire an inch below the collarbone.
Memories gradually come back.
Games, copies, dolls...
After a while, she frowned and murmured.
"grass."
It turned out to be not a dream.
Jiang Jiu turned off the faucet expressionlessly.
From today on, she is not only a hard worker, but also a part-time superwoman.
This life is indeed a large intestine wrapped around a small intestine. I thought it was chocolate inside, but it was actually Xiang.
Jiang Jiu’s fist hardened.
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Jiang Jiu held the hand cakes he bought on the road in his mouth, checked in at the right time, walked to the work station and put down the bag on his shoulder.
"Morning." A light and melodious female voice came from the workstation next to her, "Is it hand pancakes again today, or is it tenderloin with eggs and no lettuce?"
"Um."
Jiang Jiu responded, rubbed his hair angrily, put down his bag, and turned on the computer.
The damn working life is about to begin again.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the side.
Jiang Jiu looked at the box of milk in the other person's hand and frowned slightly: "Didn't you say you won't bring it anymore?"
"My aunt forced it on me when I went out in the morning." The girl imitated the tone of the servant at home, "Milk can supplement calcium and help you grow taller."
Jiang Jiu glanced at the girl quickly. With her height of 156cm and her preppy and Lolita dressing style, she looked a bit like a large figure.
"Here." the girl urged
She had no choice but to take it and pretend it was unintentional: "Then your aunt will probably be disappointed."
Most of the milk the other party brought every morning ended up in her stomach.
Hearing this, the girl puffed up her cheeks like a blowfish: "Did you agree not to mention this?"
Jiang Jiu was silent: "My fault."
The girl raised her eyebrows: "That's pretty much it."
The corners of Jiang Jiu's lips curled up slightly, feeling less anxious about going to work in the early morning.
The girl's name is Tao Ming. Her family owns a hotel chain and her total assets exceed tens of billions. She is a veritable eldest lady. She is also an avid 2D enthusiast. It is said that there is a basketball court in the room where her figures and dolls are kept. So big.
Tao Ming, who was about to return home after graduation and inherit the family business, was determined to contribute to the two-dimensional business, so she dove into the game company.
Jiang Jiu heard that when Tao Ming told his parents that he was going to work here, Tao's father planned to buy the company directly for his daughter to run for fun, but Tao Ming righteously refused.
Jiang Jiu, who heard about this, was silent for two seconds, then patted the girl on the shoulder and asked seriously if she had any long-lost sisters.
Tao Ming also answered seriously that her family has only three generations, and if there were sisters, her old father's life might not be guaranteed.
Jiang Jiu could only nod with tears in his eyes.
What's wrong with having her as a rich person in the world?
Sure enough, people are different. People go to work to experience life, while she works to live and die.
A set of cups.
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Jiangjiu, who was immersed in "sadness", angrily ate the last bite of hand cake.
Tao Ming's voice drifted over: "The three views of the new skin are ready. Come over and help me take a look."
"good."
Jiang Jiu stood up, but suddenly his vision went dark——
"Click"
"Click"
Slight but dense sounds filled the ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, and a chill passed through the tips of the ears, as if something was touching him.
After a while, the "click" sound turned into a louder "buzzing" vibration.
Jiang Jiu's whole body was stiff. She could clearly feel that something was moving slowly against her scalp. From the back of her head to her forehead, wherever the thing passed by, it would cause an itch.
It was mild at first and tolerable.
But gradually, the itching became more and more intense, as if ten thousand ants were scratching across my scalp, and it was painfully itchy.
Just when Jiang Jiu finally couldn't stand it anymore, a familiar shout came from above her head, bringing her back to reality.
"Ginger wine, ginger wine?!"
For the first time, Jiang Jiu felt that the voice of her black-hearted boss was so pleasant. The darkness in front of her eyes was replaced by a coffin face. Jiang Jiu blinked and opened her mouth to respond.
"Boss."
A black-hearted boss who wanted to curse but was suddenly looked at "affectionately" by a girl said:...
The man swallowed back the words that came to his lips: "You...work well."
Jiang Jiu nodded: "Okay Boss."
The man wanted to say something else, but when faced with the girl's unbelievable face, he could only cough twice and walk back to his office in small steps.
"Hey."
Tao Ming on the side glanced at the boss's office, then lowered his voice: "What happened to you just now? You couldn't hear me even if I called you?"
Jiang Jiu sat down and said slowly: "Maybe he was taken away."
Tao Ming looked at her in disbelief: "Have you been stupid in playing games recently?"
Jiang Jiu said nothing, and the girl continued: "Fortunately, the boss didn't say anything just now, otherwise your bonus would have been suspended again this month."
"Hey, Jiangjiu, where are you going?"
Jiang Jiu didn't even look back: "WC."
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In the innermost stall of the bathroom, Jiang Jiu unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and bright red marks came into view.
Different from the morning, the fire seemed to be alive at this moment, with a layer of fluorescence on the surface.
Jiang Jiu's temples jumped twice.
Games, illusions.
Recalling the hallucination she had before being pulled into the dungeon last time, Jiang Jiu reasonably suspected that her hallucination was inseparable from the Elysian World.
She pursed her lips and thought.
[Player Jiang Jiu is logging into the game... The login is successful, welcome back! Paradise World wishes you eternal happiness! 】
The picture flashed before my eyes, and in one breath, I changed from a toilet partition to a bustling crowd coming and going.
The sky above was gloomy and red, and even the air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood.
Jiang Jiu lowered his head, and a message pop-up window appeared in front of him.
[Dear players, you have a new design invitation, please check it. 】
Looking at the words that were very similar to the company's project invitation, the girl opened the pop-up window with an expressionless face.
She almost forgot that players in this game are by default designers, and they must ultimately design an advertising leaflet that satisfies Party A, the copy boss.
(End of chapter)
