()Winter vacation is coming soon.

During my first long vacation in a foreign country, I had to understand the impermanence of life. This guy was simply using people as footballs, kicking them dozens of meters into the air and then chewing the ground with a perfect parabola, and then kicked him with a flying kick.

…Anyway, it won’t be happy unless it spoils you.

We all complained to the school about this bad situation and asked to retake the exam, but the Academic Affairs Office kicked us all out because the timetable could not be arranged. In the end, everything remained the same, continuing as it should and getting out as it should.

The seven failed rabbits packed their bags and went home sadly on a snowy day, including a few rabbits I knew who were better at studying. We comforted them by saying that it doesn't matter if they don't become generals, and you should be indispensable for the work within the establishment. Everyone.

Rabbit smiled reluctantly and said a few words to us casually. We knew that they felt bad too.

So at the farewell reception, one of the Northeastern rabbits, who was drunk, tore off his clothes and jumped on the table, pointing at us and yelling:

"I have always regarded you as brothers. If you really wanted this position, I would have no problem giving it to you. Why would you want to harm me in this way?"

Everyone was so ashamed that they seemed to be the damn poisoners.

What happened next was no different from what happened in college. Master Qian generously said that he would charter a car for us to go home. Of course the poor people were happy, but after thinking about it carefully, I still didn’t go back.

Please, the future is still uncertain right now, how can I feel like this?

However, in this place where the prices are ridiculously high and the supply is insufficient, relying on money from my family to eat and wait until death is not an option, so I thought of going out to get some pocket money.

But it’s a very, very regretful thing. The jobs I’ve done before were either helping various men’s hospitals distribute mysterious advertisements or cleaning floors in hotels. They were both fairly unskilled jobs. However, in Moscow, both of these jobs were banned by the public information network.

and replaced by autonomous robots.

When it comes to technical content, the only thing that counts is probably the half-bucket water mecha operation technique I just learned, so I thought about using this three-legged cat to make a living.

I really just want to eat and have no other ideas.

While sorting out the information, I accidentally dug out the business card I had taken from the pimp Asimov. By some strange coincidence, I started to think about this thing.

This guy's conversation doesn't sound like a liar, and besides, I don't have much capital to deceive him. Although he didn't explain the job content, judging from the students he recruited from the military academy, it must be a profession related to a military agency.

For example, mercenaries, killers, bodyguards, etc. My shooting performance is pretty good, and my boxing and kicking skills are quite good. Even if I haven't received systematic training, I should be able to join them. Besides, it's not like they can pass as soon as they sign up.

If I wasn't good at the interview or anything, I was dismissed.

With the longing for the five thousand marla plus commission bonus every month, the mentality of giving it a try, and the gritting feeling that if you dare to kill your whole family if your number is empty, I dialed that number.

The phone only rang twice before it was connected.

"Hello, hello, is this Mr. Chen Xiang?"

The self-introduction I had just prepared got stuck in my throat and I almost choked to death.

"Ahem, wait, I really wish I didn't give you my name and number."

"Haha, we don't hand out business cards randomly. We have carefully investigated every person who received a business card." Asimov smiled a little proudly, "Since you called today, are you interested?

Where is it?"

"Okay, where is your company's location?"

Although I felt a little uncomfortable having my bottom touched, I was too embarrassed to just say I quit after the call was dialed.

"No, our company's official car will be waiting at the door in an hour. In the meantime, please prepare your belongings."

I'll go, it's very efficient.

I dropped my PCP, jumped up, and began to pack my clothes, toothbrush, razor, charger, etc. in a hurry. I stuffed them all into my travel bag, put on my camel hair windbreaker, kicked my boots, and ran downstairs.

, the fierce footsteps woke up many hungover bears, and suddenly there was a bear-like yelling from the bedrooms on both sides.

The cafeteria was closed, so I ran into the campus supermarket to buy a sandwich for breakfast, but unexpectedly I saw the macho man there, carrying two boxes of sandwiches and a can of "Pingkov" brand hot beef nai.

It’s more than what one person can eat, and I know that beef nibs are what macho men hate most in their lives. Even just sniffing it gives me goosebumps all over my body.

This unexpected meeting made both of us feel a little embarrassed, because the macho man must have seen the results and knew that I would be his only competitor in the next stage.

Who the hell revised the paper? You're going to die!

"Hi, want to go out and play?"

The macho man relaxed his shoulders first and greeted me.

"That's right."

I answered vaguely, and then glanced at the plastic bag in the macho man's hand.

"Buying breakfast for your girlfriend?"

"Yes...no, no...it should be considered."

The macho man replied hesitantly, while secretly glancing at me from the corner of his eyes. To be honest, it was quite disgusting for a grown man to cower like a house cat.

I patted his shoulders with both hands, asking him to relax a little.

"Don't worry, she is not my girlfriend, nor does she have any intimate relationship. Your behavior is not poaching. Do you understand what I say?"

"She likes you, Chen Xiang."

The macho man shook his big head vigorously and said dullly.

After being single for many, many years, I suddenly heard the word "like", which made my blood boil and my heart filled with excitement. But the sad thing is that these two words came from a man's mouth, and he was the boyfriend of the original speaker.

"But she never expressed it, and I didn't express anything either."

I tried my best to explain, but the macho man still shook his head stubbornly.

"She likes you, Chen Xiang."

I couldn't explain this problem, so I finally got angry and pointed at his nose and cursed.

"You are so unconfident and you are still playing with a woman. If you don't want to give it to me, then go away and play with your ass!"

The tough man suddenly became furious, threw the plastic bag in his hand, rushed up and grabbed me by the collar, as if he was trying to lift me up to the ceiling.

"Don't you have the guts to chop you up?"

The furry bears around looked at the conflict between our two rabbits in surprise.

I slowly slapped the macho man's hand away, straightened his clothes, picked up the plastic bag that the macho man had placed on the ground, and stuffed it back into him.

"Then it's over. Bronya is a good girl, cherish her."

The macho man's aura was deflated, like a deflated rubber ball.

"Then...then Father Chen, next semester..."

"Try your best and don't hurt the harmony. We will still be brothers from now on."

I said casually, I didn’t know that yesterday I was in such a bad mood that I wanted to take revenge on society, but now I can talk about it in an understatement in front of the person involved.

At this time, Bronya, who was wearing an elegant light yellow winter coat, squeezed out from the crowd of onlookers and looked at the two of us in surprise, as if she saw two bears grazing together.

"Chen Xiang, Li Fangzhou, what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's okay, we just happened to meet each other and chatted for a while."

I didn’t want to be caught in the middle and be a lightbulb. After I finished speaking randomly, I turned around and ran away without caring about her reaction. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but I saw Bronya’s eyes were very resentful, as if they were wandering in a horror movie.

The female ghost.

When I ran to the school gate, a big car happened to be driving from a distance and kept honking at me. With my 1.5 vision, I almost immediately saw the head sticking out of the rear window and keeping coming towards me.

Asimov beckons.

Oh, using an eight-door Mercedes-Benz as a business car, this company has quite a reputation.

Asimov politely asked me to sit down in the car, and he sat opposite me. The interior of the car was decorated in a very noble yellow sese, it was large and spacious, and there was a smell of freshly sprayed high-end air freshener.

The taste, and more importantly, between Asimov and I, there was no scene of seven or eight burly men waiting for me to practice my skills.

"Would you like some? People from the south of your republic shouldn't be used to drinking strong alcohol."

Asimov took out a bottle of light blue pre-mixed cocktail from the small wine cabinet in the carriage and handed it to me, and he took out a bottle of Wuliangye. Let me take a look. It seems that this guy has a lot of research on Eastern customs.

.

"Thanks."

I took a look at it and thought, yo, the Walliang brand is of high quality.

"I have read your materials. I was able to operate the mecha very skillfully for the first time on the machine. Oh, although the ending is not perfect. I only learned how to operate the mecha for two months and I used a trainer mecha to defeat it.

A [Garand], it looks like your talent is quite good."

"Oh, um, actually I only have 0.5 kills..."

I'm not used to being praised. This guy's eloquence is good. He doesn't brag out of nowhere, but appropriately expands on the facts, making it comfortable for people to listen to without being particularly offensive.

"No, no, no, I have seen the battle records at that time. The main attacks were all done by you. Mr. Ding Qing only provided some assistance. If we follow a more scientific evaluation method, all the results should be credited to your account.

right."

Asimov said with a smile, while filling a white porcelain shot glass with a glass of white wine and drinking it.

I immediately felt a little alert. Although the downing of the mecha soldiers was not particularly high-level information, it was still a level 3 military secret. It could be easily checked out by them. This company was definitely not the gangster smuggling company originally imagined.

A small role like a group is so simple.

As if he saw what I was thinking, Asimov smiled easily and filled himself another glass.
To be continued...