I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Just like last time, after a set of inspection procedures were completed, Fu'er was safely sent home.

It was obvious that he had only been out for less than ten days, but when he stood at the door of his house again, it really gave Fu'er an unreal feeling.

It was as if he was still on that desolate border.

It's like an eternity.

Of course, this illusion lasted for a while. When he opened the door and saw Sylvia lying on the sofa in a lazy posture, watching TV, he completely recognized the reality.

He is indeed back.

"Huh? What are you looking at? Why is he standing at the door like a scarecrow?"

Sylvia turned her head and looked at Fu'er at the door, then looked at her lower body, and fluttered her white and tender legs twice.

"It's not exposed either? Then what are you looking at?"

Miss Ghost muttered something strange.

Okay, now there really aren’t those messy illusions anymore.

He actually had to rely on something unreal like quantum ghosts to seek his own sense of reality. Fuer didn't dare to answer the other party's words.

What a shame!

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect you to run home so quickly."

I just found a reason and got over it.

"Otherwise, I think you've almost done it, so why are you still here? Do you really want me to stare at your sleeping face in the ward?"

Sylvia squirmed twice on the sofa to make room for Ful.

"Or did you dream about me when you were unconscious?"

"Dream of a hammer! Two days have passed as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again! The quality of my sleep is comparable to that of a hibernating bear!"

Fu'er was annoyed, threw his luggage aside, and then collapsed on the sofa.

Although there is not much luggage left.

The clothes... dissipated with the camp.

My phone... got water in it, and I didn't have time to dry it, so it was basically hopeless.

They were able to get their bags back, and Ful already felt that they had worked really hard.

Although he didn't know what the use was of finding a bag for him.

I don’t know if the administration will reimburse this.

"I'll lend you your cell phone for two days, and I'll have to buy a new one."

"Oh, charge it in my room, go get it yourself."

Sylvia waved her legs and motioned to Fuli to get it himself.

"By the way, what's for dinner?"

"……………………"

In a sense, this is indeed the feeling of returning to daily life.

That is, I don’t want to cook at all.

"Order takeout..."

........................

Later, time seemed to be accelerated and passed quickly.

In other words, this is in line with the average student’s impression of summer vacation.

Write some summer homework, or simply put it aside. Go out with a few friends to play, or stay at home and rely on air conditioning and the Internet.

Of course Fu'er is the same, but there is an additional little incident of quarreling with Miss Ghost on a daily basis.

The wages of "temporary workers" arrive very quickly, and Fu'er doesn't even need to provide his bank card account number.

Three days after he returned home, a salary of 3.5 yuan was paid into his account.

Not only was he considerately paid full wages for his "working hours" at the border and the time he spent sleeping and recuperating, but even his scrapped clothes and mobile phones were fully reimbursed.

If the administration has money, it will really be given.

I can!

However, the joy brought by the arrival of the salary lasted for a while. After treating Sylvia to a few big meals, life returned to its normal level.

After all, our money didn’t come from a strong wind, right?

In a daze, summer vacation has come to an end.

After a long period of high temperature, it seemed that it was affected by the typhoon, and Hanhai City had the first heavy rain in a long time. Now that the heavy rain had just stopped, Fu'er was sitting on a chair on the balcony enjoying the cool evening breeze.

Feeling the rare comfort after dinner.

Looking at the dark clouds gradually dissipating in the evening sky, breathing the fresh air after the rain, Fu'er couldn't help but think of that stone slab.

"I don't know how that guy is doing. Did he get a part-time job in the shelter..."

Although in fact, there is no such thing as a sinecure in the shelter, there is only one choice for the Slate Man.

Just being taken care of and contained.

However, as a being with individual consciousness, there is still some room for negotiation regarding the containment environment in order to facilitate supervision.

As for some contained objects with bad tempers, there is no need to discuss the containment environment.

If you don't realize it, then our shelter can only help you realize it.

"Ding-dong-"

"Hello! Is anyone home? SF Express!"

Just as Fu'er was thinking wildly, the sound of the doorbell suddenly came from the door.

"Express delivery? I haven't bought anything recently? Did Sylvia buy it again?"

"And what is SF Express? I've never heard of it..."

Fu'er muttered a few words, and then responded loudly.

"coming!"

Opening the door, two men in black suits and sunglasses stood at the door, smiling.

Hiss, why doesn’t he look like a courier?

"Hello, are you Mr. Ful?"

"Ah, yes, I am."

"Here is your express delivery, please sign for it."

"what?"

"Please open it and confirm the content yourself."

"...Okay, give me the pen."

It was probably sent from the administration or some other place.

After receiving Fu'er's signature, the two men in black left quickly, leaving only Fu'er holding a large box.

"Heavy... not heavy at all... nothing."

He moved the box into the room, then broke the seal, and saw that there was another box inside the box.

"...Where's the matryoshka doll?"

But before Fuer could continue to unpack the package, the box started to move on its own.

Then, a little head that looked like a Q version of a villain popped up.

"Wu! Is it here yet! Morning...no, good evening! Fu'er!"

An unexpected existence appeared here.

It's the Slate Man.

"……………………"

"Why are you here!!!"

........................

"Uh... Anyway, you made a deal with them, and then they agreed to let you come to my place?"

"Yup!"

"Isn't this too hasty?"

The two-headed slate man and the confused Fuler stared at each other with big eyes.

"No! It's your suggestion from the director! Oh, he's such a good guy. It's so boring in the internment meeting! There's not even anyone to chat with!"

In the living room, the slate was placed quietly on the coffee table, and above it stood the avatar of the slate man, with his arms crossed and talking to Fu'er about the recent events at the shelter.

Sylvia was sitting on the single sofa nearby, watching the fun.

"Hiss... aren't you a numbered contained object? Can you really leave it to me for safekeeping?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know your business."

"……………………"

"Oh! By the way! There is a contract... they want me to give it to you."

The slate man returned the box, took out a document and handed it to Ful.

After a quick scan, Fu'er finally understood the general ins and outs.

All in all, at the cost of cooperating in exporting all the records of the storage civilization, the other party gained the freedom to choose the containment environment. Then he referred to the advice of a certain director, and then came to Fule after being escorted by a special person.

Of course, monitoring equipment needs to be implanted to ensure that nothing unexpected happens.

Generally speaking, the shelter treats cooperative objects in a very humane manner.

"…………"

It's a headache. It's already troublesome enough to have a ghost lady in the house. Add in a numbered containment object, and God knows what kind of trouble it will cause.

"Why...did I...cause you trouble?"

"No...it just...feels a bit, uh...unexpected?"

No matter how much you trust him, he would give a numbered contained object to a quasi-high school senior with no relevant experience to oversee it.

Isn't that a little too outrageous?

Or is there really no one left in the shelter?

"Oh, by the way, they also added something. They said that as a supervisor of the shelter, you can get a monthly living allowance of 2 yuan from the shelter, and you can be reimbursed for all the supplies needed for the shelter. I don't know much about it. I understand your economic system, but I don’t know if this is important to you..."

The slate man looked at Fule timidly.

"Well...otherwise I'd better go back -"

"No! This is your home!"

Fu'er said decisively.

"Ah... ah?"

"I will fight with anyone who robs me of the right to look after you!"

Seeing the confused look on his face, Fu'er suddenly laughed.

In a daze, he seemed to see people standing behind the slate man.

Indeed, he responded to their expectations and began to think about his own desired path.

Isn’t that pretty good!

"Well, it's getting lively!"

Sylvia stood aside, looking at everyone with a smile on her face.

All in all, this is the end of Border Summer Camp!

Fu'er looked out the window at the clear sky after the rain, and stretched himself.

Autumn is coming——