I'm not good at biology, don't lie to me

He Feizhang glanced at the wall clock in the living room, turned his head and shouted towards the kitchen: "It's only 05:30, Brother Zhou, are you not taking the sauce bag?" Normally at this time, Zhou Fang had already walked downstairs with the sauce bag.

Zhou Fang replied to him in the kitchen: "Ah, I'm sorry to trouble you."

He Feizhang: "..." It's so annoying, I want to kill someone.

Fortunately, he has been at Zhou Fang's house for a while, and his fear of sauce buns has lessened, otherwise he would definitely run away.

Jiang Bao heard the movement in the cubicle, and began to scratch the door tirelessly.He Feizhang heard it humming, and his legs became weak: "Hey ancestor, where did you put the noose? Are you not sleepy, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Sauce bag: "Wow."

He Feizhang: I still sound like an awesome parasite, I'm afraid of a teddy dog ​​now.

He Feizhang wiped his face, and softly went to put on the little vest for Mr. Jiangbao: "Ancestor, don't move, I'm coming. Ancestor, let's go out for a stroll, what do you think?"

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The next day, He Feizhang, who was instigated by Zhou Fang to get up early and take the sauce bag, felt the great malice from all over the world.

"If I think Zhou Fang is a good person again, I'm a pig." He Feizhang thought fiercely while walking the dog.

When the sauce package was finished, He Feizhang slapped his short legs and returned the same way. He Feizhang, who was pulling the leash, could only follow behind stiffly, and was "led" all the way back by it.

Zhou Fang was on the phone in the living room.

He Feizhang hurriedly coaxed the sauce package into the cubicle, then quickly closed the door and let out a long breath.

Standing in the living room, Zhou Fang saw He Feizhang collapsed on the sofa, and immediately made a gesture, signaling He Feizhang to wash his paws and buttocks for the sauce bag.

He Feizhang was furious, and since Zhou Fang was talking on the phone, he could only mouth to him: NO! NO! N! Oh!

Zhou Fang slapped him, turned around and said, "It seems that the situation is stable now, and there is no recurrence. Okay, I will take him there again on Saturday. Thank you for your hard work. See you then."

He Feizhang's ears moved, and he heard a small gentle male voice coming from the microphone: "See you on Saturday."

"Doctor Hao?" He touched his ears, a little surprised why Zhou Fang turned up the phone so loudly.

Hearing this, Zhou Fang didn't speak, and turned to look at him carefully, as if he wanted to search for something.

He Feizhang was about to be fidgeting when he saw him. He adjusted his glasses (yes, he finally remembered to wear them), blocked Zhou Fang's gaze, and said, "The voice sounds familiar to me."

Zhou Fang just looked at the time and urged him: "It's getting late, pack up the sauce bag and get ready to go."

Oh, today he is going to follow Zhou Fang to an internship in a publishing house.

However, this guy obviously only went to work every afternoon, but at 08:30 today, he decided to take He Feizhang to the company to report.

He Feizhang still had some resentment in his heart, he said quietly: "Aren't you a special police officer, I thought the editor-in-chief was just your false identity."

"Obviously not." Zhou Fang would give him a gentle smile, and seeing He Feizhang trembling with fright, he said with satisfaction: "This is my second job, and I love all my jobs."

After a while, he added: "Including special care."

He Feizhang didn't want to talk and threw him a butt wipe wrapped in sauce.

Zhou Fang didn't care, took He Feizhang directly out of the garage, and drove to the publishing house.

On the way, Zhou Fang took out a pendant and handed it to He Feizhang.

"Its name is WS[-], armor." Zhou Fang motioned him to put it on, and explained the function of the pendant while driving: "It is a mass-produced armor with average lifespan, but it is more practical."

He Feizhang interjected: "No. [-], is there another series? WS, the obscene series?"

"Hang it around your neck, and when you are attacked, it will deploy a transparent circular shield with a diameter of two meters. The effective time is within two hours, and the shield will move with the wearer."

Then he warned He Feizhang: "Don't think that you are invincible with this thing. When it is attacked by the outside beyond the limit, the shield is very likely to be broken."

"Anyway, I'm starting to admire Guoan's black technology." He Feizhang raised the pendant and looked at it.

It was a rectangular alloy nameplate with the word "WS" engraved on the front. He Feizhang turned it over again and found a small concealed button on the back, and the button was on top at this time.He asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Don't touch that button." Zhou Fang glanced at it: "If your life is in danger, push it down, and you will be randomly teleported to any place within ten kilometers. This function can only be triggered once, and then The pendant will self-destruct."

Zhou Fang said: "This is a means to save your life. Don't use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

He Feizhang hung it around his neck, hid it under his clothes, and murmured: "Okay, I will try my best."

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The location of Liming Photography Publishing House is a bit out of the way. Going south after leaving the city center, it is quite close to the largest science and technology park in Z City.

He Feizhang has heard of this publishing house, and knows that it specializes in publishing some photography publications and educational book collections, but it is limited to this, and he has never bought this type of books.

There are no high-rise buildings in the southern district of City Z, and the building here is also very simple. The main building of the publishing house is only five stories high, and there are two small three-story annex buildings behind it.Behind it, you can only see a factory that occupies a large area. Zhou Fang introduced to him that it is a place for printing books.

This is the first time he has entered such a social institution.

Just like every student who is new to work, He Feizhang has already felt the unique tension from Mengxin at this time.

Zhou Fang led him into the main building and took the elevator directly to the fifth floor.

He Feizhang took a closer look and found that the employees here looked relaxed and dressed casually, and the overall tone was quite bright.

It seems to be a company with a relaxed atmosphere and mostly young people.

It can be seen that Zhou Fang's popularity here is very good. Almost from the moment he entered the gate, people kept greeting him and looking at He Feizhang curiously.

Zhou Fang greeted these people gently, and introduced the young people around him to them.

"Children from relatives, come to experience the work of the publishing house and accumulate experience." Zhou Fang joked with them: "He Feizhang, a top student in the foreign language department, take care of him."

He Feizhang hurriedly greeted these seniors.

When he arrived at the editor-in-chief's office on the fifth floor, Zhou Fang said to a lady in the next room: "Sister Liu, this is the person I'm talking about. Please take him to familiarize himself with the department's environment."

The woman sitting behind the table was wearing a decent black dress. She stood up and nodded to Zhou Fang: "Okay, Mr. Zhou, don't worry."

Then he turned around and said to He Feizhang: "I remember you are an English major, why don't you go to the foreign language translation team to have a look?"

At any rate, it is a bit compatible with this major, so He Feizhang nodded quickly.

"Hi, my name is Liu Mengyao, and I'm Teacher Zhou's assistant." The woman smiled at He Feizhang and introduced herself: "The translation team is on the third floor. I'll take you to see it and introduce you to the colleagues there."

He Feizhang said gratefully: "Thank you, I will trouble you."

Liu Mengyao nodded friendly and led him downstairs.

This lady should be older, she wears light makeup, but some small crow's feet can still be seen in the corners of her eyes.She should be someone easy to get along with, He Feizhang hastily observed her and came to such a preliminary conclusion.

Along the way, Liu Mengyao explained to him the translation team and several existing colleagues.

"General magazines have external translators, and they usually communicate online." Liu Mengyao said: "So although we have a translation department, there are only four regular employees in it, and there are a few external employees who don't usually use it. Reported in the society."

"The leader of the translation team is Sun Yi. He is a serious person." She said, "Although the work requirements are relatively strict, he is very enthusiastic about the team members in private. I believe you can get along very happily."

He Feizhang nodded in agreement, and listened to her introduce the remaining three team members one by one.

The third floor is a piece of free office area, each department only has the name of the department on the wall of the office cubicle for identification.

Liu Mengyao came to the translation team, found a middle-aged man sitting outside, patted him and said, "Old Sun, I brought you a newcomer, He Feizhang." Then she said to He Feizhang: "This is Sun Yi , you can usually call him Teacher Sun."

He Feizhang nodded honestly: "Mr. Sun is good."

Sun Yi took off the glasses on the bridge of his nose, looked at him from head to toe, then nodded and said, "Zhou Fang mentioned it to me, don't be nervous, your seat is in the second row by the window."

Then he handed over two A[-] papers: "You go over there first, translate this, I will check it later."

He Feizhang took it, lowered his head and glanced at it, and found that it was an all-English essay.

This should be the entry assessment. There are not many technical terms in the paper. Sun Yi should just want to see his ability, and he didn't deliberately make things difficult.

He Feizhang felt relieved.

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Four or ten minutes later, He Feizhang handed over the translation to Sun Yi.

Sun Yi took it over and looked at it roughly, his brows gradually loosened: "The writing skills are pretty good." He didn't say any more, took out a stack of folders from the drawer, turned around and handed them to He Feizhang, and said, "You can translate these files this week. Yes, hand it over to me on Friday for the final draft. It’s a bit difficult, remember, the first draft must go through three times.”

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand to signal He Feizhang to leave, and then lay back on the pile of books, seeming to be immersed in the ocean of translation again.

He Feizhang returned to his seat with a large stack of manuscripts.

At this moment, there was a gust of wind from the left, He Feizhang didn't even think about it, he turned sideways to the right, and the hand that was supposed to be on his shoulder was immediately slapped away.

The person who came almost stumbled, and immediately gasped in surprise: "Hey, Xiao He, you reacted very quickly."

It was the young man sitting at the desk to his left. He Feizhang recalled that Sun Yi had introduced three of his team members before. This person should be Zhao Hongbo who was the easiest to get along with in the translation team.

Because this man really has a big heart.

He Feizhang said to him: "I have very developed motor nerves." He actually had such an expression on his face.

However, compared to Lin Lin, a girl in the group who is extremely shy when she says a few words, and Wang Hao, who looks at him as if he is the second generation of power behind the door, He Feizhang really likes Zhao Hongbo who has no roots.

At least it doesn't take much effort to talk to this guy.

Zhou Fang must also know that newcomers are not easy to mix, so he deliberately put him in the department with the smallest number of people.

The author has something to say: #####The Aliens You Don’t Know#######

When the snake vine was parasitic on Fan Qisi, it had to go to class with a schoolbag like a student.

So it withstood the ravages of professors of English, computer, history, geography, etc., and was blocked by Marxism-Leninism-Mao-Deng and Gaoshu.

After class.

Snake Vine sat on the toilet bowl expressionlessly, holding her head in her hands: as if her body had been hollowed out...