Star Iron: I picked up a secretary at the beginning of March 7th

"Come, let me see!"

Hualin opened the door to the art floor in a panic, and then said loudly to himself without giving Roland a chance to react: "The designated secretary of the art floor, Netzach~? Where are the people? What's going on here..." .Green?”

Under the dim green light of the art floor, there was a pile of scattered books in front of him, but not a single person was visible.

And under Hualin's voice, something seemed to move in the stack of books.

"Huh? Hua Lin, there seems to be a person lying on the ground." Sharp-eyed Roland noticed movement in the pile of books not far away, and led Hualin towards it.

At this time, everyone saw clearly a melancholy beauty with long green hair lying on the ground.

But the beauty just turned her head and glanced at the two of them, then turned her head and carried them away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at the books all over the floor." Hua Lin shook his head in disgust, while bending down to help Netzach sort out the books.

"Oh, this book is all over the floor. It seems that he has no idea of ​​​​working." Roland said, lying in front of the pile of books in front of Netzach and saying with his hands like a trumpet, "Excuse me~~ Appoint Secretary Netzach~~"

"Alas." Netzach turned his back to Roland again, but this turn forced Netzach to face Hualin.

"I said..." Hualin clasped his hands on his chest and couldn't help rolling his eyes as he looked at Netzach on the ground who was unwilling to face the reality. "If you keep refusing to cooperate, we won't be able to do anything with Angela." It’s easy to explain.”

"Yes, yes, please, come on, stand up, come on, ah," Roland echoed Hua Lin's words while pushing Netzach, who was lying on the ground and didn't want to get up. Netzach sighed slowly and asked the two of them quietly:

"You know that feeling? You give everything to something, only to see it come to nothing. It's like a child building a sandcastle only to be swept away by a wave the next second."

"Let me guess, that child is you, and the wave that swept away your dreams is Angela." Roland said while trying to get Netzach to stand up without giving up.

"Now I opened my eyes again and was asked to do something I didn't want to do at all." Netzach rolled over and lay on the ground again, saying weakly, "Oh... let me be quiet for a while, I Want to take another nap.”

"Oh my God, why do you all hate Angela so much?" Roland felt extremely tired, and then he raised his head and asked Hualin for help.

"Okay, Uncle Netzach. Please help, okay? We are on the same boat now." Hualin originally didn't want to help. After all, Netzach and Roland can be said to be fooling around every day in the plot, and they have similar personalities. Hualin really didn't want to get involved in their affairs.

But Hualin now really wants to see hod, so he has to deal with Netzach's matter first, and then go to see hod.

"Okay." Netzach struggled to get up from the ground, then stretched out and asked the two of them, "You look so pitiful. How did you end up in a place like this?"

"Really? I think we are quite pitiful, too." Roland smiled mockingly, then raised his eyebrows at Netzach and said, "In that case, please, eh? Give us some face and let us work hard!" Hmm, it seems you already know that I am the designated secretary in charge of the art level, Netzach."

Seeing that Netzach was willing to talk about work with him, Roland quickly struck up a conversation: "In that case, let me introduce myself. My name is Roland, and I am helping Angela in the library. This is Hua Lin, emotional The designated secretary of the floor." "Hello, Netzach."

"Hello, ugh... I really want to know, why do I always have to do some jobs that are completely unsuitable for me?" Netzach's question touched Roland's heart. Roland thought for a moment and replied: "That's me. , and I never imagined working in a library full of books.”

"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it." Seeing that both of them were a little confused, Hua Lin, who was sorting out books for Netzach, interrupted, "Is it useful to think about it so much? It's better to think about what you should do now, such as... ...You are responsible for sorting out the art-related books from the stack of books we brought, right?"

"Probably..." Netzach hit the back of his neck and said lazily, "Oh...since you have already reported your name, please come back."

After saying that, under the slightly surprised eyes of everyone, Netzach lay down on the floor again, ignoring the two people behind him who stared at each other with big eyes.

"What, you lie down slowly, I won't disturb you, I'm leaving." Hualin left first.

"Hoo ho ho... You can work, right?" Roland asked at a loss. Netzach's response was Netzach's slightly waving hand.

"I really don't understand why Netzach looks so decadent. Is he always like this before, or is it because of Angela?" Roland couldn't help complaining to Hualin as soon as he walked out of the art floor, "I'm getting more and more curious now. Things happened between them in the past.”

"How do I know the answer to this question?" Hua Lin said casually, then looked at Roland and joked, "But I know that she can hear bad things about the curator here." "Oh, it doesn't matter. .”

While chatting, the two came to the new floor.

Seeing the familiar dark orange door, as well as the literary layer and hod written on the sign, Hualin could no longer hold back his excitement and twisted back and forth like a maggot.

"Hey, are you okay?" Seeing a normal person wriggling back and forth like a maggot in front of him for no apparent reason, Roland took half a step back silently and looked at Hualin with disgust.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry." Hualin was awakened by Roland's words, then lowered his head and said with a blush, "I... I just thought of something happy."

"..." "Oh, don't look at me like that. Come on, come on, hurry up, meet the new Secretary." Hualin knocked politely on the door, then pushed the door in, and was immediately greeted by The sight in front of me was shocking.

I saw that behind the door was not the literature floor, but Angela's office. Angela was standing in front of her desk, looking at Hualin with a smile. Behind her, the process of inviting guests with an invitation letter was being shown.

Hua Lin: No, are you still going to let me see the hod?