My protagonist attributes have been discovered

The green dough sticking out under the gauze was indeed the sum of what was left in the steamer reserved for lunch. After the extremely explosive and rapidly wilting sister Tu returned to her seat, facing Boss Ying's death stare, the only one seemed to be unharmed. The affected Song Yangle calmly went into the kitchen and took out the tongs, and took over the task of distributing the food.

After all, even the threat of salary deduction has been overwhelmed, what else can't be defeated by me as the protagonist?Picking up the extra green balls from the small drawer and evenly distributing them to Sister Tu and Taotie's plates, Song Yangle picked up his own plate and stretched out the clips, thinking to himself: Sure enough, even if it's just to divide the balls, I would So fair and just.

A deep voice sounded lazily above his head: "I can't finish the rest of my plate, so I deduct wages."

"...Our store doesn't seem to be in a buffet mode."

The chin in front of him was slightly raised, and there was no expression on the face that should meet the boss's standard: "I said yes."

Heh, salary or something... When the other party was stared at, he sharply raised his eyes to the light from the youth group, and the cool wind blew behind his itchy ears, and he paused for a moment when he had already touched the skin. Hearing the clamoring heartbeat, Song Yangle thought: All right.

In fact, I am not very hungry; and waste is not good, as the protagonist, facing the official match that I believe, I should also behave more generously...

Sweeping the clip poking on the green balls, the boss was a little tired holding a drawer of green balls, let go of his hand, and urged lazily: "Take it away quickly, if the skin is punctured, this drawer will belong to you." you."

"..."

The clip on the skin of the Qingtuan indifferently and quickly picked up two dumplings. For salary, Song Yangle sat back on the bench with a plate that was half the food compared to Sister Tu and Taotie, and looked down at the plate. The crystal clear green dumpling fell into deep thought:

How did a creature like Yangou survive in the complicated human history?

— "'Survive'?"

After lunch, because non-humans generally don't have much business during the family carnival time, Boss Ying, who is too lazy to go upstairs, occupies the counter and takes a nap, and is forced to press down the open book with Sister Tu, who is on the same table with Song Yang Le Taotie. Computer reference book, turning the pen, hearing the words, holding his face to remember for a while, silently, said: "Then I don't seem to have seen it much."

"...Could it be that there were no such people before?" Song Yangle thought: the people of my generation who invented the word "Yangou" are a bit sad.

"No," Sister Tu explained, "I mean, I've never seen anyone who survived to the end—forget it, to put it simply in your human terms—that is, I haven't seen anyone who really survived to the end. Yangou."

Song Yangle: "..."

He turned to Taotie on the other side without giving up: "What about you?"

Taotie, who was still understanding, reacted for a long time, and finally shook his head slowly.

"……Oh."

He glanced at a certain dragon who was sleeping soundly behind the counter, and thought: So even if it is to live to the end of the main character Daye, it is not an option to keep his face controlled like this... Sure enough, he should first think about how to take him down.

As a result, a booklet of love stories in the corner of memory surfaced logically. Song Yangle, who didn't find any useful sentences, paused for a moment, turned his eyes, and saw that Sister Tu, who was studying hard, drew another wrong one just as he expected. The important point is the return of the conscience that has been abandoned for a long time; but now, because it is not easy to say that he still understands the book, he can only remind him in a roundabout way: "By the way, Sister Tu, you have contacted that senior ?"

Sister Tu, who was struggling with technical terms, raised her head in bewilderment: "Who?"

"An anthropology senior who specializes in computers."

"Oh!" Sister Tu said that she remembered, then shook her head and said, "There are too many things these two days, I forgot, I was going to call him tomorrow."

Seeing that the other party lowered his head, there were more and more wrong key lines in the book. Song Yangle, who originally thought that she should go back to the shore in time, thought about it, and felt that it was so wrong that it might be better to forget it all. Therefore, Instead of continuing to emphasize contact, he glanced at the crowd of tourists passing by and the blue sky, and suggested softly:

"Why don't we go fly a kite?"

"what?"

……

After discussing that the guards would change every two hours, Sister Tu and Song Yangle successively defeated Taotie by guessing fists and got the priority.

A man and a demon carried a one-meter-long little white dragon kite and walked down the stairs lightly, and passed by the tearful Taotie without turning their eyes. The corner of Longan's eyebrows did not move, and he nodded slightly to the former: the passage is safe.

Under the cover of the noise outside the store, two Moyu employees carefully carried the little white dragon out of the store, and then ran all the way past the street grocery store a little closer to the end of the street and turned around. Behind the famous long street in the Three Realms, The wilderness covered with green grass is connected with dense forests. The few non-human beings who choose to have a picnic here are sparsely distributed on the grass. A lifelike lion kite is flying far in the sky, and the breeze is cool.

Seeing the little zebra monster running wildly with the controller in its mouth and making strange noises not far away, Song Yangle supported the little white dragon standing upright, and looked at Sister Tu: "Ladies first?"

Sister Tu, who also saw the little zebra, glanced at the handle of the wheel in her hand, thinking that at her age, she really should let the little zebra go, and nodded lovingly: "Okay."

Confined in ordinary human thinking, Song Yangle subconsciously pushed the kite to the opponent's side, but reflex|sex|catch the little white dragon, Tu Jie looked surprised: "Why do you give it to me?"

"...Maybe it's because we humans can fly a kite alone?"

After thinking for a while, Sister Tu suddenly remembered the appearance of a human kite: "Oh, yes, but the kites on our side must be flown by two or more people, and the kite you bought seems to be from our side ?”

"... May I ask what is the kite flying method on your side?"

"One runs, the other flies." Sister Tu motioned him to look at the other kite in the wilderness:

The little zebra that was running earlier stopped at some point, and there was another bigger zebra next to it. The two zebras neighed and talked twice, and they both turned into human shapes. Then the big zebra monster took out the wheel handle from the little zebra monster's mouth, Bring the lion kite, which is blown up by the wind, to the same height as the little zebra monster. After the little zebra monster stretches out its hands and grabs the ears of the lion kite, the big zebra monster starts to release the string——following the kite string The longer it is stretched, the human-shaped little zebra monster gradually disappears. When the line is stretched to the longest, the big zebra monster suddenly turns into its original shape and runs across the wilderness biting the handle of the wheel. The lifelike lion kite flies high in the sky. Just like a Mercedes, he heard the "strange sound" that was more immature than before, and then he realized that it was a zebra learning the sound of a lion roaring!

That voice..."It's not very pleasant." Facing the small dream in the little zebra's heart, Ms. Tu, who was kind to the cubs, commented in a low voice.

Unprepared, Song Yangle, who was rushed into the eardrum by a higher-pitched zebra hiss, supported Xiao Bailong, raised his head and rubbed his ear with the other hand, expressionless:

"……Um."