Be the protagonist of the sand sculpture in the love routine

9.

Sky Arena, in the simple and modern 200-story corridor, clown magicians and beauties in professional attire confront each other.

Occasionally, two or three kittens who sensed movement and came to check, also quickly slipped away when they saw Hisoka's face that could make a big man in the arena cry.

Two or three innocent cats: Life is not easy, the strong man sighed.

"This Mr. Hisoka, you are holding me back from making money."

Chie glanced at the clock hanging in the corridor, and said sadly: "If you stop me again, I will lose my job."

Hisoka: ...Wait!This style of painting looks familiar? !

Only the brain of the battle was invaded by the word "money", and Hisoka became a little more rational.

"Aren't you a player?" he asked.

"Nonsense, I'm just a weak, innocent, poor jobless vagrant." Chie replied, "I love life, I advocate peace, and I do things with reason—forgive me for rejecting violent and unfavorable things."

weak?

Hisoka glanced at the potholed corridor.

The sweet fruit is really fragrant, but there is something wrong with self-cognition.If everyone is "weak" like her, then he must be the happiest ordinary fruit farmer in the world.

And the Qiuqiu system remembered Tachibana Chie's feat of washing someone's hair when they didn't agree with each other.

Qiuqiu: I almost don’t know the word advocating peace.

"Let's do this." Chie felt that she was not unreasonable, and she put on a posture of going to the negotiating table, "If you insist on fighting with me, then pay."

"My time is precious and I have no energy to waste, but it's okay to make money as a job." She counted the price with her fingers, "50 ring nuns per second. [-] ordination per minute, what do you think?"

Hisoka blinked, and subconsciously followed the other party's train of thought to think about it—well, it's much cheaper than someone's asking price, and it's really a conscientious seller.

buy!

He immediately put his hand into his trouser pocket, trying to reach for his wallet to get his card, but suddenly his hand froze.

"I was almost fooled by the beautiful fruit~" He narrowed his eyes to cover up his emotions, and took out a playing card naturally, as if his hands had never shaken.

"What I want is a life-and-death struggle with my life hanging by a thread~ I don't want to spend money to find a training partner~!" He said in a trembling voice, his tone seemed to be the same as it was a few minutes ago.

But Chie Numagaku has seen through everything.

This person is guilty.

She pushed the non-existent glasses, and reprimanded: "Don't talk stupid! You just have no money! You can't afford it, but you have to push the responsibility to the salesperson, saying that her service is not good, like you Customers are the worst!"

"Farewell!"

Chie turned and left without hesitation.

And being told the real reason, Hisoka directly discarded the embarrassment.Like a difficult and unreasonable lady customer, he became more confident.

Someone just blackmailed(?) him millions of nuns, isn’t it normal that he has no money in his card?

He looked at Chie's back, his legs were ready to take off, and he wanted to have a strong bow, but he had to do it——

"call out--"

A strange cold wind blew by, and Hisoka shivered.

When he came back to his senses, he found himself frozen into an ice crystal.

This clump of beautiful ice rose to the ceiling and was as wide as two hisisos.

He fell inside like a spider sealed in amber.

Even the usual perverted makeup is a little more cute.

Congrats, congratulations.

Chie glanced at the mascot (?) she made, snorted coldly, and hurried to the interview office.

Sure enough, these male protagonists will only prevent her from getting rich.

After she left, two or three burly cats and cats who had been wandering around came over.

Because they were afraid of being hated, the group of people covered their faces one by one, poking their heads like thieves.

"God, magician Hisoka has today?"

"See you soon."

"I unilaterally declare to join the support club of that unknown lady."

Finding that Hisoka could only move his eyeballs, the other contestants who had always walked around him became more courageous, and they circled around this cutting-edge sculpture together, making arrogant voices from their mouths.

Some guy who was unhappy with Hisoka and with malicious intentions stretched out his hand, trying to dig Hisoka's head out of the ice, while his body continued to freeze.

In this way, while ensuring the safety of his life, he can beat this guy up.

But the moment his hand touched the ice, the person who wanted to do this suddenly realized something was wrong.

——As we all know, in the cold winter, the frozen ground, street lamps, telephone poles, etc. are all sweet.

He stared at his hand with embarrassment, and pulled it twice, but found that the stuck place did not move at all. If he tore it forcibly, he would probably lose a layer of bloody skin.

This is not too star.

He thought for a while and came up with an operation.

He pulled out his sleeve with the other hand, and pressed against the ice through the sleeve, trying to use his strength to free his stuck right hand.

However, an even more embarrassing thing happened—the right hand did not escape from the clutches, and he sent the head thousands of miles away, sending his left hand in too.

"Hey... Hey! Someone help me!"

He made a sound anxiously, and the people around who were admiring the works of art heard it and looked at him.

I saw him hugging the sculpture of the fruit grower intimately, with a fascinated expression, and he would not let go, as if he saw his idol in an illegitimate meal.

Man: Are you all blind?

Onlookers: Yes, we were all blinded by the heat.

Seeing that other people looked at him with eyes of admiration, admiration, and shock, this man instantly became angry: "Don't watch the show, anyone help me, I can't pull my hand out!"

The people who eat melons hurried over.

One of them showed disdain and yelled, "A piece of ordinary ice doesn't feel cold at all. You're so inferior. Look at me."

While speaking, he pressed his hand on it contemptuously, trying to show his super bravery.

But—history proves that all those who clamor "I'm super brave" can't escape the "Jie Ge Don't Law" in the end.

He looked at his hand stuck to the ice, his expression was ugly: "...Hey, who of you can find a basin of hot water to splash it on?"

Hisoka, who was glued to the rotten apples one by one: ... I'm not happy!

Chie has already entered the reception room for the interview, she doesn't know that her artwork is being manipulated by big men, even though she knows, only the little seal applauds.

——She was enjoying the thoughtful service of the interviewer licking a dog, and the status of the interviewer and the interviewee was completely reversed.

Tachibana Chie sat on the leather sofa, holding the high-grade black tea made by the other party with a happy face, while the interviewer stood aside, rubbing his hands and laughing doglegs.

"Miss Orange, please consider joining our company." He said sincerely, "We lack talents like you."

Originally, he wanted to test the interviewer, and to see the ugly face of the interviewer under pressure.

Unexpectedly, I saw Chie Tachibana and the magician Hisoka beating the monitoring of you coming and going-this is a test, and it is too late to be a great god-so why don't you just become a player when you are so strong? !

Seeing Chie easily freeze Hisoka with ice, he regained his senses and picked up his chin.

He immediately turned off the monitoring, hurriedly prepared tea and refreshments, went out in person, and greeted the boss into the office.

Chie smelled the rich aroma of black tea in her hand, squinted her eyes, and was very satisfied with the other party's way: "Salary?"

"Don't worry!" The interviewer patted his chest, "The salary is doubled, and a monthly bonus."

Chie continued to probe: "After I start college, maybe I can only work part-time on Saturdays and Sundays?"

The interviewer's face twitched, and his heart ached a little. Thinking about it, he couldn't give in to his strength: "I'll give you a daily salary..."

Chie: "Oh? By the way, yesterday I saw the job post you wrote, and felt that a few of them were not worthy of the name, and were suspected of deliberately deceiving the applicants?"

She shook the black tea, and the steaming tea suddenly froze.

Interviewer: "...how can it be? The daily salary is doubled, and the bonus is still there!"

He wanted to go online for survival, and smiled shyly: "Look, our treatment is pretty good, right?"

The tea in Chie's hand returned to its original state.

She smiled and was very satisfied: "Your company has a lot of humanistic care. I believe that I will be able to work happily and grow here in the future. Come, let's sign a contract?"

The interviewer hurriedly printed out an unequal treaty, watched the other party sign it, and stamped it: I am!I am not happy!

Chie happily put away the contract, waved to the interviewer who had a stomach ache, and went out.

When passing by the ice sculpture she made, she found that there were people stuck to the ice, front, back, left, and right, and more people poured hot water on it, but the ice did not mean to melt at all.

This bustling labor scene is like an idol meeting.

"Performance art?" She stopped, shook her head, and smiled.

"It's me who can arouse the enthusiasm of artists to do anything casually."

system:? ? ?Please stop your persecution.

The author has something to say:

"Lovely Fruit Farmer Meeting"

The fare is 1 Buddhist nun, very close contact, bringing you the heartbeat experience of dokidoki

Holding hands, taking pictures, looking at abs...

Action is worse than heartbeat, what are you waiting for? !Cute fruit farmers are waiting for you!

PS: Ms. Chie did a great job!

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Desire to Survive: There is no discriminatory meaning in this article playing with geeks!