Although I almost made a mistake, nothing happened in the end.
After taking a cold shower in the freezing December, Hu Jingkun returned to his bedroom as if he was completely awake.
Bai Lu was so sleepy that before she even dried her hair, she was already face down on the pillow and snoring.
Hu Jingkun used a hair dryer to dry Kitty Girl's short hair.
As the refreshing effect of his tears ended, he did nothing and completely gave up on that thought. He also fell asleep on the bed.
…
On Monday morning, Hu Jingkun was woken up before the alarm clock on his phone rang.
He opened his eyes and found darkness in front of him.
The touch on his face fed back, reminding him that he was immersed in softness, so his mouth and nose were blocked and he couldn't breathe.
He reluctantly stepped back a little to gain some distance.
Fresh air rushed in from outside, allowing the almost suffocated lungs to breathe.
At the same time, a refreshing scent of shower gel flooded into his nostrils.
Hu Jingkun was in a daze, shaking his head, trying to explore the situation.
When he saw the scene around him clearly, he suddenly lost all sleep.
He is used to sleeping with the heater on at night, so the temperature in the room is not low, and he only sleeps with a thin blanket.
As a result, Bai Lu, who was sleeping on the other end of the bed, somehow managed to get wrapped around her while she was asleep, holding the god in her arms like a pillow.
Just now, Hu Jingkun's face was pressed tightly against Bai Lu's arms, so he couldn't breathe.
At this time, next to his cheek, separated by a piece of clothing was Bai Lu's belly.
Thin clothes were completely unable to block the penetration of heat, allowing Hu Jingkun to feel closely that the body temperature of civet cats is much higher than that of humans.
The delicious scent of shower gel kept coming from Bai Lu's body, filling every inch of her lungs.
Turtle!
Last night, as soon as I suppressed my evil thoughts with great perseverance, this little kitty girl started to cause trouble!
Hu Jingkun, who was shaken, did not dare to maintain this posture any longer.
He pulled his head back in panic, only to find Bai Lu's hand behind his neck.
The pillow in her arms wanted to run away, but how could Bai Lu be willing to do so, so she pushed her arms into her arms...
There was a crisp sound - the sound of a dislocated neck.
Then Hu Jingkun's screams echoed through every corner of the room, waking up many surrounding residents who had not yet woken up.
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10 a.m., the office area of Yuanmeng Game Company.
"Akun, why are you rubbing your neck so early in the morning?"
Colleague Yan Ge walked over to Hu Jingkun’s workstation with a thermos filled with hot water.
While asking curiously, he kept moving his hands and skillfully opened the wolfberry bottle on Hu Jingkun's desk, grabbed a handful from it and sprinkled it into the thermos cup.
Colleagues who are close to each other will share good things with them.
Brother Yan can pick up Hu Jingkun’s black wolfberry, and his coffee capsules are also often damaged by Hu Jingkun.
"Brother Yan, good morning. I didn't sleep well last night. I had a stiff neck."
Hu Jingkun rubbed his neck with a bitter expression.
It's not as simple as a stiff neck, but a broken neck.
Bai Lu, who was sleeping a little poorly, was awakened by the screams. She lifted up the god with a crooked neck and asked him to sit in front of the computer with a sad face.
It takes 3 points of faith to use the healing spell, and you need to lie at home for ten days and a half to recover from the fracture without medicine.
It's just that the pain was too strong at the time. Even if the fracture was healed, he would still touch his neck from time to time.
And he has to thank Master Bai Lu for showing mercy.
After testing it with a fragile neck, Hu Jingkun roughly understood.
Bai Lu's 10-point power may seem ordinary, but it is actually a power beyond human limits.
The weak-looking little cat girl almost accomplished the feat of killing a god with just a subconscious movement in her sleep.
It's no wonder that Isis can challenge the Black Mist Bear alone.
Bailu has this kind of fighting ability, and Isis, as a mother, will only be stronger.
…
"Stiff neck... pay attention to your health~"
Brother Yan didn't know what he was thinking of, but suddenly he patted Hu Jingkun on the shoulder with a sincere voice.
The work in the game development position is extremely intensive, and as you age, you will basically suffer from occupational diseases.
Therefore, most game companies like to recruit young newcomers to replace the older labor force that has been squeezed dry.
Hu Jingkun shrugged his shoulders at Brother Yan's concern and did not dare to tell the real reason for his stiff neck.
Brother Yan is relatively old, already over thirty.
Hu Jingkun thought for a while and decided to ask his experienced seniors for advice on personal philosophy.
"Brother Yan, let me ask you something. I have a friend..."
"uh-huh?"
"Okay, it's me..."
Hu Jingkun wanted to find an excuse, but seniors were seniors and could see through the disguise at a glance.
He sighed and continued.
"I've been obsessed with a little sister recently, the one on Saturday night, you've seen her too.
That little sister is stubborn and has no common sense about life, but she keeps getting close to me. What should I do? "
Brother Yan, who was being consulted about his life experience, silently opened the thermos cup and took a sip of the hot wolfberry water.
After a moment, he closed the lid of the thermos cup, squinted his eyes, and stared at Hu Jingkun:
"Show Nima's show?"
After saying that, the senior, who was still unmarried in his thirties and often separated from his girlfriend, returned to his work station with a stinky face and curses.
Hu Jingkun was so confused by the scolding that he scratched his head at a loss.
"Attention everyone, come to the big conference room for the weekly meeting!"
At this time, Lao Mo, the project producer with a red face, stood up and clapped his hands.
Monday Monday, dying.
Colleagues in the project team stood up sparsely and followed Lao Mo listlessly into the conference room.
"Why are you so lethargic so early in the morning? After the meeting, I'll treat you all to milk tea, whatever you want!"
In the large rectangular conference room, Lao Mo sat in the upper position and said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, the employees in the conference room became enthusiastic and applauded loudly.
Hu Jingkun, who was hiding in the corner of the conference room and standing like a follower, suddenly heard Brother Yan's voice in his ears.
"It's too early to be happy. That guy Lao Mo will treat me, which means there must be something wrong."
Brother Yan, who had calmed down, said softly.
Sure enough, after Lao Mo summarized the progress of last week's work, he threw a depth charge.
“The test results of the new package from the project team next door were very unsatisfactory, so the company decided to support our team’s project.
This month's get off work time will be postponed by one hour, and we will have to work overtime on Saturdays. Let's grit our teeth and catch up on the progress and strive for..."
Lao Mo was still drawing pictures, but the employees below were already talking about it.
The working hours of Yuanmeng Company are 1095, starting at 10 a.m. and leaving at 9 p.m., with a two-hour break in between, five days a week.
Now I have to work an extra hour and have weekends off alone, which makes many people unhappy.
"Quiet, there will be extra subsidies for overtime work, and Saturdays will also be counted as days off..."
Lao Mo frowned, with a sullen look on his face, and used his gaze to suppress the employees who were whispering to each other.
Employees must have objections if they suddenly have to work overtime.
It's a pity that the leader won't listen. The meeting is just to inform, not to discuss with the employees.
After the weekly meeting, colleagues walked out in twos and threes, all whispering at bald old Mo and the unscrupulous company.
The face of the black-hearted capitalists who want to squeeze employees while refusing to pay them is extremely ugly.
The so-called overtime allowances and days off regulations are simply a joke.
If you work overtime until 10 o'clock, you will be given a subsidy of 20 yuan, and that's enough to buy you a cup of milk tea.
As for paid leave, which employee here does not have ten or eight days of paid leave on hand.
It's not that they don't want to use paid leave, but the company stipulates that they can only take one day of paid leave per week, so they save more and more.
Hu Jingkun was also complaining quietly to his colleagues, and they went downstairs to have breakfast together.
There are policies and measures to counter.
Since the company wants to extend overtime hours, employees have to fish and swim during working hours, and there is no way they can use their labor force in vain.
Brother Yan was also in the team going downstairs for breakfast.
"Looking at Lao Mo's rosy face, it must be that the data of the project next door is not good, and that guy is gloating about his misfortune.
Maybe this time he is rushing to meet the schedule because he took the initiative to ask for help and patted his chest with the superiors to ensure that the construction period can be shortened..."
Brother Yan, an experienced and seasoned person, always tells the truth.
After saying that, he pulled Hu Jingkun away from other colleagues and asked in a low voice.
"Akun, I can't stand Lao Mo's anger anymore, and I'm going to start a business and make independent games. Do you want to come with me?"
"Ah? The game you want to play, is it serious?"
Hu Jingkun looked puzzled.
"It must be serious. I'm going to make a meat pigeon game. The main gameplay is focused on the gameplay, and the training is light..."
Brother Yan kept talking about his thoughts, but Hu Jingkun became more and more confused the more he listened.
"A game of that type doesn't need copywriting, right?"
"It's really not necessary, but you can transfer. What's our relationship? I believe in your level."
"Let's talk about it again, I have to think about it..."
Hu Jingkun thought for a moment, but neither refused nor agreed.
