[Quick Travel GL] Brave Love

"Airplanes have wings!"

'Ha, double ghost, it exploded! "'

She felt a little confused, with one foot on the threshold, whether she would enter or not, there was a large row of people sitting in front of her, some old and some young, sitting together holding black, black, red, red The paper is unfolded into a fan-like shape.

This is... playing cards?

The group of people in front of her was in full swing, all of them were red-faced, as if they were in a fight with a fierce vigor. When one person threw two cards on the table, some of them clicked like a discouraged rooster from the table. A few red bills were thrown out of the upper drawer, and the smiling person on the other side took them.

Her legs were a little numb, and she didn't see anyone coming to greet her, so she went straight to the dilapidated sofa next to her, poked a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and threw it into her mouth.

After a while, several people came out in a single file, the posture of the birds returning to their nests, and the feeling of being touched on her shoulder, she couldn't help turning her head vigilantly, her eyes were as sharp as a sword, and the veins on her hands were bulging, as if the next The person who offended her would catch and fall in seconds.

With brown hair, the aunt about 50 years old widened her eyes in horror, but the panic was quickly put back, and in a blink of an eye she changed into a typical posture of relying on the old and selling the old, which is really intimidating at first glance a feeling of.

The swollen-faced aunt snorted, and put her hands on her hips, which made her round waist even more, making her eyes twitch when she looked at it, and the expression on her face became more bewildered.

How did she get mixed up with this group of strangely dressed people?

The aunt saw that she was being honest, and the inexplicable deterrence disappeared, and finally put on a kind face, and patted her on the shoulder quite affectionately: "Tweety, what you agreed to do yesterday - do you want to do it? "

"what?"

This is her name?

"Since you have been promoted to be the team leader, you should do what the team leader does. If you want to earn more money, you have to ask people to come. Every time you come to a new customer, you can get a commission of [-]. In this way By analogy, if I hadn't been able to speak in it, seeing that you are a filial girl who cares about your mother, you can easily receive benefits—why don't you see the person you called?"

The aunt turned around and turned back to the original starting point.

She was in a daze as she put her palms against the arms in the sleeves, feeling the same smooth but not cumbersome muscles. She felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, but her hands were a little itchy, as if she should always hold them in her hands. Bring heavy weapons, should run around in danger.

"No one." She answered heartily, she would not do such immoral things.

Although this inexplicable feeling is subtle enough.

"What?!" The aunt's face immediately fell down, her eyebrows were cold, and her attitude towards her became cold in an instant. She couldn't understand how there are people in the world who can change their faces so quickly, and the sky was still clear in the last second. The next moment there was thunder and rain.

"I thought you were a very reliable child..." She shook her head, "The matter entrusted to you now has not progressed at all, and I don't want to be selfish, so I can only remove your position as team leader and hand it over to others. And you can keep the profit from selling black tea."

After she finished telling the lesson that was inexplicable to "Tweety", Shi Shi ran out of the door.

"Tweety": "?"

She looked at the soil cultivation room she was in. There was an obsolete computer on the table, and a peeled fake leather chair under the table.

Very poor.

She was touching her clothes, the light yellow short-sleeved shirt, which didn't look like a fashionable item, and it didn't fit her dark skin, not to mention how inappropriate it was.She rubbed it on her arm for a while, but when she let go of her finger, the rubbed skin became lighter, and the dark dirt stuck to her finger.

This is camouflage?

Such words naturally popped up in "Tweety's" mind.So she decided to take another look.

There was a hard object in her pocket scratching her thigh, she groped deep into the pocket for a while, and pulled out a mobile phone in the shape of a beetle and a mirror.

What has always made her strange is here. From the moment she woke up, she felt extremely uncomfortable. Even words such as mobile phone and beetle popped up naturally. After thinking about it, she couldn't even describe their shapes. , as if——this memory only existed on the surface, and it was lent to her.

She opened the cover of the mirror, surprised at how small the mirror was, and saw a strange figure reflected in it, with thick and long ponytails tied on each side, hair that tended to be brown and black, and thin pimples on her cheeks. The noodles are like a village girl with a pretty face and a spring face, the corners of her mouth are slightly turned up, revealing two yellow teeth.

She licked it, and what stuck to her teeth was yellow maltose.

"..."'If I become like this, then...you won't be able to recognize her, right?

She cared unexpectedly about the person whose name she couldn't remember.

Hmm... that should be my girlfriend, right?

Thinking of it this way, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with being a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend.

But I can be sure that person is very, very important. Once I outline that vague figure in my heart, I will feel my heart throbbing very fast, as if I can feel the connection between them as long as it is accompanied by the sound of the heartbeat, not just pure love , but have lived and died together, branded in the depths of the soul, a fetter that even fine iron can't.

The red Beetle phone in her hand trembled. She looked at the screen showing an unknown caller. The series of numbers on it made her tense subconsciously, and her two protruding shoulder bones got closer.

"Hey."

She pressed the answer button, and instead of turning on the loudspeaker, she put the phone close to her ear, clasping the back of the Beetle with her palm, so that no sound would be heard by others.

This action made her heart beat faster, as if she was doing something she had never done before, and the novelty was at the tip of her heart.

"Where are you now?" It was a hoarse voice, and she could tell that it was deliberately lowered, so she spoke softly and very familiarly.

"Adobe house." She was so goosebumped by her suddenly soft voice, but it cannot be denied that this is indeed the best way to ensure that her identity is not revealed.

"Are there cameras around that affect the call?" The human voice came intermittently again. The signal here is not very good, and there is noise during the communication, but she can hear it very clearly.

Sensitive and excellent, which made her a little curious about her identity.

After hearing what the person on the other end of the phone said, she turned her head reflexively, and secretly surveyed the surroundings with the corner of her eyes. There was no trace of muddling, and she didn't find any surveillance equipment. She replied softly: "Nothing."

"Okay." The man's tone suddenly became serious, "Officer Mia, are you ready to put our people into the MLM organization?"

By the way, this is her name. The memory came back in an instant. No matter how many regrets Mia had, she had to suppress it for the time being. In the memory... She is a police officer who sneaked into the MLM organization and was responsible for the early insertion work, but She seems to have messed up the thing, and the hot job she just got was lost.

Mia was silent for a while, but still answered truthfully: "It seems that there is no way to prepare—"

She coughed, and said in a rare nervous voice, "I...cough, I accidentally lost the team leader I just got."

As soon as the voice fell, both sides suddenly fell silent.

#What should I do if I forget everything for a while and then mess up the task at the same time. #

#Feels like something bad happened. #

The author has something to say:

what am i writing qaq

Forget it, let's just wait and see, let's just explain the identity of the second world.

Here comes the update!