My protagonist attributes have been discovered

On the second day after the Qingming Festival, Taifeng, whom Song Yangle had always missed, finally returned from vacation.

That morning, after politely greeting the other party about their vacation experience, Song Yangle, who was finally able to take his own job as a delivery man, asked Sister Tu to borrow a pen and paper before the stingy boss came downstairs, and quickly got to the point: " Does the official WeChat account of Shanhai Lianbo restrict the contribution of ordinary people?"

"No." Tai Feng, wearing a small white apron, walked around him and diligently wiped the next table that hadn't been cleaned up for two full days, and replied with a good temper: "I remember it seems that whether it is a mountain or a sea Both Lianbo and Shanhai APP’s contribution channels are open to species from all three realms.”

"What about the subject matter? Is there anything absolutely forbidden?"

"Well, you can't actually say it's forbidden, but they probably won't accept some articles with too controversial topics."

The tip of the pen stopped, and Song Yangle asked seriously: "For example?"

After clearing the rag, Tai Feng scratched his ears, his tone uncertain: "Anyone who publicly stated that he likes Satan, or wants to move directly to Western Hell?"

Song Yangle suddenly remembered the bloody comments under the report that Satan invited Xuanwei to visit the Western Hell, and paused: "...Understood."

The word "stance" was written down on a piece of paper and highlighted, and the hat on the back of the hoodie was pulled before he continued to ask questions about editorial preferences and article moderation.

He turned his head: "?"

Taotie, who was only as tall as his shoulders, slowly lifted up the big empty soy sauce bottle, and said word for word, "No, no."

"..." Song Yangle was not surprised that the other party would find him, an idler, to make soy sauce, but what surprised him was... He turned around and looked at Taifeng, who was more convenient for communication: "What is this bottle? "

"Oh," Tai Feng, who started mopping the floor, looked up and pointed out kindly: "Go straight to the right, the penultimate one is the grain and oil store."

...is that the point?

Five minutes later, standing in front of the gate of the "Pingpeng Grain and Oil Store" where black and bean dregs and oil residues were piled up in one corner, Song Yangle took a look at the large Shanhai Supermarket with bright signs and neat shelves. With the soy sauce bottle in his hand, he began to seriously consider whether he should resign and change careers—a boss who was so mean that he didn't even want to give the money to buy a bottle of soy sauce, he really didn't know what else he could do if he stayed here.

Although the other party is a little better-looking, the work meals are indeed a little bit delicious, and the colleagues are a little easier to get along with than other places. With the same salary, the work content is relatively leisurely...

Noticing that the visitor hadn't moved for a long time, the owner of the grain and oil store, who was sitting behind the table in front of the store with his eyes glued to the video on his mobile phone, finally raised one of his two heads, saw the bottle in his hand, and asked, "Where are you going?" Soy sauce?"

"……Um."

The opponent's left leg kicked the right leg, and the raised head turned to the other head connected to the same body as himself but still staring at the video: "Get up."

The right hand waved away the turned left head: "Oh! Let me watch it for a while!"

Although the left head was pushed away by the right hand, the left hand approached the side of the phone threateningly: "Can't you get up? Can't I turn off the phone?"

The face of the head on the left is exactly the same, but the head on the right looks impatient: "...you are so annoying!"

Watching the other party press his left brain with one hand, and stretch out the other hand to the side of the phone, the two heads had a complete quarrel, and in the end, Song Yangle, an ordinary soy sauce human who took the soy sauce bottle from him with a cold face: "..."

He thought: I feel that I am a little innocent.