Once upon a time there was a demon pass

It has to be said that the principal is very efficient.

In just one week, new school uniforms have been shipped to the school in batches.

The school uniform as a whole is...very plain.

It's like a pure white sportswear, it's not fancy at all, and it's clear at a glance.

The only thing that's not right is that the school uniform has a lot of transparent pockets sewn on it, and it's also equipped with zippers.

Just when they were at a loss as to what the pocket was for...

A billboard was issued.

'Communication Group!Let you and my heart! '

There is only a logo and a paragraph on the billboard.

When they found that the size of the billboard happened to be stuffed into a transparent pocket, they seemed to realize something, and for a moment...

Countless alpacas seem to be running wildly on the grassland in their hearts.

Run over, run back.

Strands of gray gas that seemed to be substantial spread from above their heads and spread over the campus. In the end, [-]% of them dissipated out of thin air, and the remaining [-]% disappeared into the scroll of Yu Sheng.

In the picture scroll, the bottom of the dragon pattern stick became more and more solid.

One of the grooves has faintly glowed with faint light.

It was as if there was a bleak seed that was growing stubbornly.

This sudden change made Yu Sheng a little stunned, thoughtful for a moment.

It turns out...you can still play like this.

It seemed that at this moment, many new ways to play were suddenly unlocked in his mind.

The hearts of the students have gradually collapsed, and they don't know how to feel when they look at the school uniform.

Until the school promulgates a policy...

According to the different rankings in the exam, different levels of bonuses will be given respectively.

That tempting number is fascinating.

For a moment, everyone's resentment was swept away, and they were full of fighting spirit, trying to get a good rank in the exam.

Looking at the poor resentment, Yu Sheng's face was full of resentment.

For several days, when I saw the principal, I always looked at him strangely.

Even the principal once thought that there was something wrong with him.

But... no.

The progress is very smooth, and this novel advertising method is very attractive, and more and more companies are ready to invest a little money to see it.

Perhaps one day in the future, the school uniforms designed by myself will be densely written with names.

He has even learned to infer other things from one instance, and deliberately vacated a conspicuous position, ready to bid!

At that time, the advertisement will definitely be big and eye-catching.

……

"Sister An, is there really no work in the Dark Pavilion these days?"

"I'm all skinny."

A player with a leaflet in his hand and wearing a bear jacket walked over a little discouraged, took off his hood, and his forehead was already covered with sweat.

An Xin blinked her big eyes: "Don't you still have [-] deposits?"

"I bought a demon crystal yesterday..." the team member said with a guilty conscience.

An Xin glanced at him with a smile: "Eighteen thousand, I'll take it, you use the money to eat, and I use the demon crystal to practice~"

...

The team member decisively put on the big bear headgear again: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I can't die from starvation if I miss two meals, but you told me not to practice..."

"Life is better than death!"

"And why do we have to dress like this, don't you?"

The team member looked at An Xin, who was only wearing a loli outfit and wearing ponytails, and was on the verge of collapse.

An Xin's smile remained unchanged, she took off the hair rope, shook her head, and let her hair fall loose, fluttering with the wind, attracting everyone's attention for a moment.

Even self-consciously, some young people came to An Xin to ask for flyers, and asked An Xin's contact information shyly.

They refused one by one, and within a few minutes, the leaflets in their hands had been swept away.

"Believe me, if you don't cover your heads, there will be endless leaflets."

An Xin took light steps, took out a stack of brand new flyers from her pocket, and distributed them on the street.

Crowded.

"..."

It's hard to imagine that this team member suffered repeated critical blows in his mind in just a few minutes.

Weakly holding the flyer, wearing a heavy bear coat, he continued his work.

In a trance, it seemed that An Xin in the distance suddenly picked up the phone, and then...

An Xin decisively put away the flyer.

He tied his hair up again with the hair tie, returned to the double ponytail mode, and blew a whistle.

The sound is loud.

...

The four advertising bears on the street froze in place.

But soon they returned to nature again, handing out leaflets, walking towards the corner, and soon dispersed and disappeared into the street.

"Have a mission?"

A group of people huddled in a corner.

Luo Yun squatted on the ground with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at An Xin expectantly, and asked.

"Moge dominates."

"Dark Pavilion, Demon Elimination Pavilion, and Security Division each send a team of assistants."

"Bounty... 20!"

An Xin leaned against the wall, with a lollipop in her mouth, her hands in her pockets, her eyes narrowed.

"20 million!"

"Damn, I got rich!"

"Let's divide it up, each person can have [-] yuan!"

A team member said a little excitedly, [-] to [-], how long will it take to distribute leaflets.

An Xin glanced at him: "Cut, it looks like you don't know much."

"One person... one hundred thousand."

...

The air freezes.

In this remote corner, everyone's breathing could not help but become heavy.

Luo Yun took a sharp puff of cigarette, instead of being happy, he frowned: "Such a big deal, it's not easy to do."

"Well, Mo Ge said that the death rate is relatively high."

"If we don't pick it up, give it to the second team."

An Xin licked the lollipop, and said nonchalantly, "It's normal to use your life to make money."

"Dead, the pension is 50."

After thinking about it, An Xin added another sentence.

"Done!"

"Damn it, you have to do it!"

"It's not bad to die."

The team members who were still slightly hesitant nodded decisively.

This is the way of the world.

In the case of awakened people everywhere, if you want to stand out, you must either show your peerless talent, or... put your head on your belt.

"When?"

Luo Yun snuffed out the cigarette butt and asked.

An Xin thought for a while: "It should be a week later, first determine the candidate, and discuss the details at the meeting."

"For such an important task, the confidentiality is very strict."

"No one knows exactly what to do until the last moment."

"I suggest that everyone can take a break in the past few days, leave a suicide note by the way, and then go to the bank to make a proof of assets."

"Oh, by the way, the families of martyrs can also receive additional subsidies. Remember to tell your family members, don't forget."

An Xin kindly reminded.

The crowd was silent.

One by one, they just scattered away, and no one said much, as if they had already gotten used to it.

"This mission... are you sure you want to participate?"

"This is our duty, but you are still a student, just here to practice."

"You have a brighter future ahead."

After everyone left, Luo Yun stared at An Xin, his expression gradually becoming serious.