[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

The feeling of staying up late is that, obviously the body is very tired, but the spirit is still too excited, grabbing your left and right eyelids and not letting you go to sleep.

The side effect of people who don't stay up all night suddenly staying up late is that the biological clock will pull you back to your soul for a short time when you should wake up, but due to physical exhaustion and sleepiness, you will soon sink down and fall into a A long return to sleep—finally destroying all your arrangements and plans.

Undertaker experienced such a brief rebound.At six o'clock in the morning, he opened his eyes in a daze, and wanted to sit up and start dressing as usual, but his body seemed to be sealed by the warm blanket, no matter how hard he twisted and struggled, he couldn't escape.

"The binding warlock...has he attacked?" he asked dazedly.

"what?"

In a very distant place, someone seemed to answer him.

"Doctor, Great Warlock Sarkaz...be careful..." The mourner tried his best to report, "I'm...bound...applying to withdraw the operator..."

"Are you sleepy? I'm not a doctor." The voice continued.

How could it not be a doctor?Isn't it the doctor who can remotely command himself through the headset on the battlefield?The mourner struggled to calculate a logic with his unconscious mind, and got stuck.

"Okay, okay, we're going to retreat across the board."

The undertaker frowned regretfully, muttered "Mission failed" routinely, and let himself sink deeper and deeper in the "Sarkaz Warlock"'s skill of binding origin stones.

What a bedridden person with personality...

Yanke adjusted the straight knife hanging on his belt, thinking happily.

Of course, the double men's dormitory has two beds—nonsense, Rhodes Island is not poor enough to allow two men taller than 1.8 meters to squeeze into one bed.Usually when Yanke gets up, the bed next door is always empty, and the quilt is folded into square tofu cubes.So it was the first time he saw his no-nonsense Sakota roommate in bed.

The quilt that had been pulled properly before going to bed had been kicked loose by the mourners, and the undulating white eiderdown quilt was spread out from "tofu cubes" to "tofu flowers", looking very soft.The angel's light-blond short hair and overly fair face almost melted into the pillow sheet, and the neckline of the light blue pajamas was tilted to one side, revealing a small section of her beautiful neck.He hugged a small corner of the quilt, and his lower body sank into the warm quilt, occasionally wriggling uneasily, looking like a sleepy bug that had been sealed by the quilt.

Pretty good writing material.Yanke thought in his heart.Those little girls must have never seen a mourner like this.

Of course, Yanke never imagined that his stern roommate would stay in bed because he read a fanfic written by a male operator on the island the night before.Just like the mourner, he must never have imagined that his favorite article "Employee Dormitories Are Not Outside the Law" was actually written by Yan Ke.

But to be honest, apart from lending his employee ID to Shining, who opened Yanke's trap, few people on Rhodes Island knew that Yanke was actually a fanfiction writer.

After all, before this former mercenary joined the job, just looking at his information, everyone thought that this time the doctor was going to recruit a berserker, the kind who brandished two big knives and rushed towards the line of fire with a wild smile.After all, his information can be summed up like this: Sarkaz swordsman, who has experienced the flames of war, enjoys the thrill of fighting on the front line of life and death.The only incongruity seems to be specialized gardening, but it’s a personal hobby and you won’t care too much about it—after all, there are precedents for this matter, and the small pioneer operator Myrtle even wrote on her specialization " Group fighting".At that time, Rhodes Island was not short of Berserk. There was Laplande, the scar-eyed lone wolf at long range, and Ghost Shark, the chainsaw nun at short range. It's like brother and sister...

In the end, when it came time to report for duty, everyone was caught off guard.

"Isn't he crazy? Why is he so stable!" The doctor just lost his mind at that time, and complained loudly while grabbing Amiya.

Yan Ke felt baffled: "The unsteady little devils are all dead, how can they last until this time."

The doctor was taken aback by what he said: "You seem to have a point in saying that..."

In the same way, just like everyone thought that the undertaker who joined the job on the same day should be a super cool guy with a cold outside and a hot inside, but it turned out that the person who was actually transported to the island to report was a personal AI angel, which was fake from the inside out. The cold exchange broke the hearts of many female operators who had been brewing for a week in advance on the spot.Since the six members of the women's dormitory of the engineering department came back collectively and found that all their dormmates had sneaked away, they finally decided to raise funds to ask Warfarin for a heavy-duty car manuscript, and asked to write Shou as a mourner by name.

Well, girls' thoughts are always unpredictable.

So there is the story car with forced content that the mourner read last night. Its official title is "[Flame Burial] Dance of Tinplate (R) (Strong//Control//Love, don't enter if you don't like it) ".

This is also the first rps fanfiction in the whole forum about the burial of CP.At this time, it has only been three days since the two five-star male operators joined the job.

Yanke is not good at using electronic products.He only used a mobile phone for the first time after entering Rhodes Island. Not to mention surfing the Internet smoothly, he is almost a landlubber in front of the ocean of information, and even rolling in the shallow sea is too strenuous.But there is no unparalleled road, and there are always more ways than difficulties.With a good image and certain communication skills, Yan Ke quickly established a relationship with Lena, the perfumer in charge of Rhode Island's greenhouse.Hearing that he doesn't know how to operate a mobile phone, the meticulous perfumer drew a sketch for him and taught him the basics of how to send and receive text messages and browse websites.

One day, Yan Ke walked into the greenhouse fiddling with his mobile phone and found that the perfumer was drawing something intently with his back turned to him.He thought it was the same guidance diagram as last time, so he walked straight over and stood behind the perfumer.

"Oh--"

The perfumer's drooping fox ears stood up for a moment.She quickly lay down to protect the drawing paper she was drawing, her voice trembling with fright: "You you you you you when did you come in! You didn't see anything!"

Before you find out, you have seen everything you should see and what you should not see.Yan Ke thought it was funny.

He deliberately said: "I saw you drew a one with a single horn on its head... It doesn't look like Hoshiguma."

"Sex-turned bear!" The perfumer bounced back with great excitement.

After a few seconds, she felt that she couldn't convince herself with this reason, so she had to admit: "Okay... well, it's you who was actually drawn."

"Then the one next to me has a small black circle on her head..."

"It's a mourner." The perfumer was already close to giving up on himself.

"Why did you draw the two of us?"

"It's okay to show your relationship..."

"Then why am I naked?"

"..."

The shame of a fan artist being caught drawing a small yellow map by the person concerned may only be compared to being shot by Faust just after landing on level 5-10.Fortunately, Yan Ke turned his gaze away in time and stopped asking questions, otherwise, the Rhodes Island Forum might lose one of their precious painters forever.

After a while, the perfumer slowly got up from the table, reached out to pick up the little fennec fox she kept in the greenhouse, hugged her, and pinched the little fox's big soft ears: "You...are you angry, right? "

"Haha, no." Yanke only thought it was fun.Based on his experience, he can certainly see what the two people painted by the perfumer are doing, and it is easy to tell that he himself in the painting assumes the role of the "male" of the two. "Why the two of us? Just because we live in the same dorm?"

"Don't you think you're a good match?" the perfumer said weakly.

"How is it matched?"

"Let me analyze it for you." Speaking of the cp she knocked on, the perfumer finally cheered up, "You two joined the job on the same day, right; you two are senior operators, The priority level on the operator certificate is five stars; one is a demon who is good at melee combat, the other is an angel who is good at long-range combat; one is black-haired, and the other is white-haired..."

Yanke flicked his bangs that were too long, interrupting her inventory: "Actually, it's dark blue."

"Uh... oops, you know we don't care about that! I also know that the hair of the Undertaker is light blond and not white." The perfumer continued, "And you, the suit you usually wear is black and orange, His uniform is white and orange, doesn't it look like a couple's outfit?"

Yan Ke was noncommittal.Because he remembered that several Rheinland employees and former employees in Rhode Island seemed to have this color scheme.

"Any more?"

"Hmm... and what's more, you have a 1 on your head, and the halo on his head looks like a 0!" The perfumer said excitedly, "Isn't this the attack and the attack has been determined?"

"So is there any substantive connection?"

"No..." The perfumer put the little fennec fox on the table in a little frustration, lowered his head and tugged at the hem of his skirt, "The most terrible thing is that you two really have nothing to do with each other other than these! Even The combat missions arranged by the doctor for you are also separate! Although the popularity of Yan Zang is still high in the forum now, and there are many people who are drawn into the pit by Warfarin's pwp, but to put it bluntly, it is really not rio at all ! There are a lot of OOCs too! Because this is Rarang at all!"

"La Lang? Forum?" Yan Ke felt that he had captured a lot of key words, "Besides you, is there anyone else who thinks that Angel and I should be paired?"

The perfumer immediately fell silent.But judging from her tense expression and her eyes constantly drifting towards the drawing paper, Yan Ke felt that she had guessed right.

Yanke's grasp of mobile phones is currently limited to sending and receiving text messages and using search engines.But his memory is very good. During the day, he memorized all the key words that the perfumer was about to burst out of his mouth. He was going to search for the meaning of each key word at night.

Of course, because the abbreviation culture of the forum has its own barriers, there are also many detours in which the rps (realpersonslash) is mistaken for the Colombian automobile industry standard (Referenzpunktsystem) like the mourners.When he really digested the amount of information in the perfumer's words, a conclusion is ready to come out:

"They're so idle." Yanke said to himself.

A real warrior cannot indulge in a comfortable life, let alone let himself truly "leisure", because that means the retrogression of skills - just like a sword that has not been sharpened by a whetstone will slowly rust.And the group of girls who wrote that he and The Undertaker were too idle obviously had too much time, which also made Yanke doubt the working environment in Rhodes Island.

It was only because their race, appearance, and identity happened to have so few traces of "match" that they were drawn together, and they even assigned roles on the bed without authorization... Yanke recalled that the maximum range of motion of the Undertaker was five pixels With his paralyzed face, and the feat of being a sniper operator who insisted on tearing open the main artery of the vermin with his bare hands, he suddenly felt that the whole thing was absurd and ridiculous.Sarkaz's mercenary captain used to be a vegetarian, but he thought he liked soft and considerate women more than men.And that robotic Sakota?

He probably doesn't even need sex//life//life?Yanke thinks maliciously.

It is absolutely impossible for them to be rio, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be together. The fantasies of those girls are mirages that only exist on pen and paper.

After finishing this set of reasoning, he suddenly felt dull, and wondered whether he should go to the doctor's office to apply for resignation.A work environment in which colleagues can be free enough to arrange cpy with others is obviously not what he wants.So he stepped out.After walking a few steps, they met Nightingale at the corner of the stairs.

Nightingale walked slowly along the edge of the corridor in the electric wheelchair that Mel and Glaucus had modified for her.Yan Ke recognized this female doctor of the same clan who often haunted Shining.He nodded slightly, but was stopped by Nightingale when he was about to pass by.

"Please wait..." Nightingale struggled to maneuver the wheelchair and turned around, "I just met you here. Can I ask a few questions, it won't take up too much of your time."

She looked at Shang Yanke with some hesitation in her eyes: "Well... What do you think of your roommate, the newly recruited Rutland sniper undertaker?"

"Oh, you also knocked on the Yanbu CP?" Yanke answered her casually.

The air in the corridor seemed to freeze at that moment.

"So what we are doing now is the so-called face base?"

Nightingale asked in disbelief.

(TBC)