What's wrong with the binding eunuch system?

Mu Yuanyong: "Who?"

Kong Jiazi was still thinking about what to say about 311, but he didn't seem to have anything to offer.

When interrupted at this moment, the thoughts are broken.

He turned his head to the side, inexplicably found that Mu Yuanyong's eyes were aggressive, and he seemed to be provoking a teacher.

Wasn't it fine just now?Kong Jiazi didn't know where he provoked him, so he said, "...what's wrong?"

"That person." Mu Yuanyong saw that Kong Jiazi was out of state, and wanted to press him again, but was afraid that he would think too much, so a bunch of questions stuck in his mouth, and he could only hold back a nonsense nonsense: "Aren't you going to say it?"

"Oh," Kong Jiazi was a little dazed, and could only squeeze out a sentence following the interrupted thoughts: "That person...he comes from the future."

Then it got stuck.

Mu Yuanyong's tone gradually became weird: "The future?"

"Well... the far, far future, he appeared in my mind and told me many future worlds, where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment..." Kong Jiazi said slowly, realizing that Mu Yuanyong might I couldn't accept it, so I stopped.

Mu Yuanyong looked at him carefully.

Confucius thought to himself, he probably thought he was talking crazy.

After looking at it, Mu Yuanyong said: "You mean that there is a soul in your mind, and this soul is not the person we are at this time, but hundreds of years later?"

Kong Jiazi paused: "You can also say that."

"So... you don't have anyone else in mind?"

Confucius: "???"

Mu Yuanyong breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "Is he still in your mind?"

Kong Jiazi couldn't believe it: "You...you really believe it?"

Mu Yuanyong was surprised: "Could it be that you lied to me on purpose?"

Kong Jiazi was speechless for a while, and then he seemed to have lost some burden: "Yes, he is still there."

"Can he hear me?"

"can."

"Oh..." Mu Yuanyong let out a long sigh: "It feels weird."

Kong Jiazi raised his heart again: "Strange?"

"Well, it feels as if someone suddenly intervened between us..." Mu Yuanyong was a little worried: "Does he have any opinion on me? Will he say something bad about me in front of you?"

The corner of Kong Jiazi's mouth hooked: "He likes you very much."

Looking at Mu Yuanyong's confused look, he explained again: "Because you always bring a lot of pastries to eat, he likes to eat these things..."

Here, he has to emphasize that he has washed away the blame that he has carried for many years: "That rose cake is his favorite. I actually don't like to eat these too sweet..."

Mu Yuanyong looked suddenly enlightened, as if he had solved a once-in-a-thousand-year problem: "No wonder every time I bring you a cake, you are not very happy to see it, but in the end you eat it again, I thought you were duplicity... ..." He paused: "So what do you like to eat?"

Kong Jiazi didn't expect to ask himself this question, so he thought for a while and said, "There is nothing I particularly like..." He was never a person who indulged in appetite: "If you really want to say what you like more... oranges."

Mu Yuanyong advised: "Eat less of that thing, and it's easy to get angry if you eat too much."

Kong Jiazi felt that this topic was going completely differently from what he had imagined: "..."

He felt that he had been mentally prepared for many years, and he who was always worrying about this and that was like a freshly baked idiot with seasonings added.

Seeing that he refused to agree, Mu Yuanyong thought he was not happy, so he said again: "It's good to eat on weekdays, and it's not something valuable."

Kong Jiazi was in a complicated mood: "...Oh."

So Mu Yuanyong stopped talking in satisfaction, and took a small notebook in his heart to write down Kong Jiazi's hobby-eating oranges.

Knowing that Kong Jiazi has no other little sluts in his heart, he also got his hobby by accident.

Mu Yuanyong scored ten points for his performance.

On the one hand, he said casually: "He won't be unhappy when we say this about him?"

311: "...Why does he care about me so much all of a sudden? He won't be plotting anything wrong, right?"

Kong Jiazi pursed his lips: "He is very happy."

Mu Yuanyong smiled and said, "Then you ask him what else he likes to eat besides rose cake?"

Kong Jiazi was silent for a while, and his eyes paused on Mu Yuanyong for a long time, until Mu Yuanyong couldn't figure it out: "Should I not ask?"

Kong Jiazi was heartbroken: "You shouldn't indulge him."

311 over there was already very excited: "Ahhhhhhhhh, I knew the thirteenth prince was my angel in my previous life, ohhhhhh, can I order the Manchu banquet in the future? The one with all the meat!"

Confucius: "Shut up."

311: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I want the Thirteenth Prince! I declare that the Thirteenth Prince is currently my husband's best candidate and I want to hug the thigh of the future Crown Prince tightly."

Kong Jiazi said to Mu Yuanyong with great difficulty: "You shouldn't have said that, he is now..." He almost gritted his teeth: "I want to marry you."

Mu Yuanyong was surprised: Is this future man so careless?

At the same time, he felt—it seems that his charm is still online, and he doesn't know when he can win the heart of Kong Jiazi.

Then he felt something was wrong again, and Mu Yuanyong's love radar was activated in time, vigilantly guarding against anyone: "Is he a woman?"

Kong Jiazi almost squeezed his teeth out: "No..."

He couldn't put it into words: "They will behave like this in the future... Seeing the rich and powerful, the older ones are called fathers, and the younger ones are called husbands."

At this moment, a message popped up on the public screen of Kong Jiazi's chat screen.

Little eunuch sprinkler: woo woo woo woo, I just did a professional task, I can go to Shangshufang to meet the princes up close, they are so handsome, it makes my legs go weak, my real name said, the second prince is my husband.

The corner of Kong Jiazi's mouth twitched slightly, and he heard Mu Yuanyong sigh with regret: "...It's a good thing you weren't taken badly."

But that voice was more regrettable than happy.

Kong Jiazi was about to send 311 to talk to Mu Yuanyong about how to deal with these future people, when suddenly the manager, who had been doing nothing, sent him another private chat.

Administrator: "Are you sure he's dead? I mean, maybe he's just hiding and pretending he doesn't exist... How can you say he's dead without seeing his body? "

311 was very angry: "Aren't you annoying, you sent me to this poor place, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"

Kong Jiazi: "Oh...he told me he was dead." This time he ignored the noise of Kong Jiazi on the sidelines: "For you, he is not an important person, is he dead or alive? What does it matter?"

311: "Confucius, you..."

Administrator: "He is very important."

311: "...???"

Kong Jiazi seemed to have expected it, but he still replied: "An ordinary employee, there should be hundreds if not thousands, such a small person, tell me how important he is?"

administrator:"……"

The silence was not that long this time.

Administrator: "Ask him if he still remembers a player named 'Fu Xiudi'."

311: "...What is this?" He paused, as if lost in memory.

Because Fu Xiudi's name is not a popular name, once you remember it, you won't be confused with other people. 311 has served so many players. If there is such a person, he should have an impression.

He does have an impression.

I saw that 311, who was still angry at first, was a little dazed: "How could he..."

Confucius: "Do you know him?"

"Of course I know." Talking about this 311, he came back to life again: "I have never seen such a difficult player in the game world in 311. They talk less and talk duplicity, and ask for more and more weird things. I want to live. Death, I thought I would give me a bad review in the end, but I didn’t expect to hurt each other for more than a month, he actually gave a good review, and even praised me in the message. But I am not happy at all, because for more than a month I I began to have doubts about my career, and felt that it was not a job that would bring people happiness, so I almost changed careers to work as a waiter at my cousin's house!"

After he talked about this, he was a little inexplicable: "Why did this person ask me this? Could it be that he knows?" Then he conspired: "Is it because that guy has a grudge against me and deliberately framed me to come here? I know That guy's heart is broken, he used my professional characteristics to exploit me at the time, and he didn't want to let me go afterwards, I must have fucked his ancestral grave in my previous life and was missed by him."

Administrator: "Tell him, I am Fu Xiudi."

311:"……"

There was a long silence.

Then I heard 311 say shit: "I really guessed it right?!"

While he was angry, he was overwhelmed by the torment of the past, and he seemed aggrieved: "Just that little thing... What about it?"

Kong Jiazi heard that there was something hidden, and was about to ask carefully, when he saw 311 and said desolately: "I should have changed my job at the beginning, and I shouldn't be greedy for this salary. In fact, my cousin's job is not bad, just Less money, more life, no more freedom... But at least I won't meet such a person..."

Seeing that he fell into an inexplicable emotion, Kong Jiazi had no choice but to reply to the administrator himself: "He remembers you, and asked why you hurt him because of such a trivial matter?"

administrator:"?"

Administrator: "...he thinks too much."

Administrator: "I'm crazy to kill him. He didn't tell you about the fact that I confessed to him and was rejected by him?"

311: "No!! He's talking nonsense! He's just crazy. He tortured me for more than a month, and suddenly told me he likes me, crazy! Only a fool would believe it!"

Confucius: "..."

The administrator over there still talked about his painful love history: "I really like him. Back then, his broken company broke down, and he was inexplicably unconscious. The company couldn't explain it clearly, which made the entire game shut down. I made it."

311:"……"

Hold!This is still a creditor. Thinking about the high expenses of the hospital, 311, which was still high-spirited, was so weak that it took a long time for him to say: "...I have no money."

Confucius: "..." The point is this?

The author has something to say: Fu Xiudi: This is the hospital bill.

311 took a look, his face was pale, and he almost died of fright on the spot.

Then he said weakly: Can you pay off the debt with your body?