My protagonist attributes have been discovered

"Little brother, come often!"

After eating (liao) (wan) rice (tian), seeing that human beings are willing to take the initiative to clean up the trash, Bi Fang completely forgot that the other party was the chief culprit who made him fly in the sky instead of going down to the ground, and also ate him for nothing Regarding the meal, Song Yangle was regarded as the control group for gluttony. After signing the order, he gave a five-star praise without saying a word. When he left, he also expressed his hope that he would come and go frequently. .

Song Yangle walked a long way, and he could still hear the other party's voice.

He turned his head - as he expected, the big cyan bird hovered in the air, keeping a short distance from him. Seeing him turn his head, he got excited and spewed out a ball of fire.

"..." Please stay away from me.

Seeing the cracked land again, Song Yang Lequan pretended not to see it, turned his head indifferently, walked across the road to the subway entrance with the incubator on his back, and stepped on the elevator.

He didn't look back, just waved his hand to the back.

……

After getting off the elevator, Song Yangle walked towards the platform in the direction he came from, and found that the route map on the wall of the station here was different from Xinjing. Zhang'e Mountain is considered a restricted area for ordinary humans.

Of course, if there is no accident, ordinary human beings will never come here in their lifetime.

This is another strong proof that I have become the protagonist.he thinks.

Then he swiped his subway card, passed through the invisible barrier, and saw the figure standing in front of the platform——

Gray shirt, slacks, leather shoes, a face and figure that suits him everywhere, who is the "person" who got off the bus with me and waited for someone in the subway?

Still standing there... Song Yangle, who switched back from the food channel, thought: It seems that this article/cartoon I am in must start a love line.

We can meet again under such a small probability. If we do nothing, wouldn’t it be a waste of the author’s painstaking efforts and even lose some potential readers?

After weighing the gains and losses, he thought: I need to cherish this opportunity.

So he ignored his feverish ears, stepped forward and said, "Hello."

Hearing the sound, the other party still didn't know what he was looking at, and his eyes moved to him, and he responded coldly: "...um."

Song Yangle was not discouraged, and tried to recall the previous memory of the other party: "Do you remember me? The one who got off the car with you an hour ago?"

"Ah."

Still nothing.

"Are you waiting for this train too? What a coincidence."

The other party looked at him.

There seemed to be stars in his eyes.Song Yangle thought of this sentence inexplicably, and felt the heart in his chest beating uncontrollably again.

In the end, the other party lowered their eyes first, and said very coldly: "It's not a coincidence, I've been waiting for you for more than an hour."

"..."

thumping.

——It was love at first sight, I really believed it.

He thought, I don't know what the definition of love is; but at this moment, probably just "I'm waiting for a meeting, and he is waiting for me to meet" right?

Before he could speak, the other party looked at him again, and continued to say coldly: "...I didn't have lunch."

Because, wait for me?Song Yangle felt his heart beat twice more.

The other party looked at him coldly: "...delivering food but staying at the customer's house for an hour, do you think no one can fire you?"

"..."

Before the heat spreading from the ears to the face stopped, Song Yangle tried to calm down and say:

"You are……?"

The other party stared at him with a cold voice: "The owner of Shanhai Hotel, Ying Long."

"You've let me down so much, new employee."

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Question: What should I do if I naturally bend over to the boss?Wait online, no rush.

The mood on the way back... I don't want to mention it.

Song Yangle carried the incubator on his back, stepped out of the elevator at Shanhai Station after his boss, and breathed in the air rich in PM2.5. Although he didn't want to describe it that way, he did have the feeling of seeing the sun again.

Looking at the boss's tall back, he had been able to reasonably control the heat in his ears and thought to himself: Keep a normal mind.Life is full of ups and downs...

Facing the edge of the outskirts of the suburb, Ying Long turned his head and said to him: "I didn't bring my mobile phone, you call a taxi, go back..."

After pausing for two seconds, seeing that he was still looking at me waiting for the next sentence, the boss said flatly: "...you can apply for reimbursement."

This can also be applied for reimbursement... I never thought that I would meet a peerless boss in my lifetime. Song Yangle's mood immediately fluctuated when he calmed down before, but in the end, he only replied "OK" and turned on his phone to find car.

hold on.He persuaded himself: The other party is the boss, and the twisted melon is not sweet...

——Hmm... thinking about it this way makes me more and more twisted.

However, at noon, there was no ride, so Song Yangle could only find a taxi in the end.

When the taxi arrived, one of them sat in the co-pilot's seat and the other sat in the back row. The driver who came out to run the taxi at noon was not in a good mood and had nothing to talk about. During the 10-minute drive, the road was silent.

The less lively street shadows gradually appeared in sight, Song Yangle turned to the driver: "Thank you, master, I will stop here."

The driver who saw nothing at a glance was very confused: "Are you sure it's here?"

"That's right here." The car passed the Shanhai bus station directly, approaching the Shanhai Hotel, Song Yangle said to stop directly and firmly: "It's right here, we are here for business, master, please stop."

"Oh." The driver stopped the car, and after Song Yangle gave the money, the two got out of the car and asked, "Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No, it will take us a long time."

"Okay then, but you can still call me if you want to go back, my number is still the same."

"Okay, thank you."

"It's okay." The driver waved his hand indifferently, started the car, and finally left.

It wasn't until he was sure that even the shadow of the car was gone that Song Yangle, who was standing there, turned around and walked around the garden where the driver couldn't see, walked on the sidewalk, and returned to the store.

The boss Ying Long, who was one step ahead, seemed to have something to do, walked up the stairs with a pair of long legs, turned a corner, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs; to his surprise, it seemed that there was a welcome arrival in the restaurant between twelve o'clock and thirteen o'clock. Before he went out, Taifeng’s clean apron was covered with oil, and Jishen was cleaning the table seriously; Taotie walked into the kitchen with dishes taller than himself; A curly woman with her head buried in a book she was reading was probably the "front desk" that Taifeng mentioned in the morning when she was tired from studying.

——It seemed that he was the only one who had nothing to do in the entire restaurant.

Song Yangle, who had been delivering food for more than an hour and had a full meal by the way, saw this, and finally had a little self-reflection about it: This is not good... On the first day of the new arrival, you should pretend to be more diligent .

So he went into the kitchen first, put down the incubator, and didn't take a closer look - anyway, he couldn't tell how the details here were different from ordinary kitchens. For various reasons, he was never familiar with the mysterious area of ​​the kitchen. So he grasped what little conscience he had left and didn't bother Taotie, but returned to the lobby, patted Taifeng on the shoulder, and said in a polite tone: "I'll do it."

"Huh? You're back?" Tai Feng was pleasantly surprised to see him when he turned around.

"En." Song Yangle responded, sticking his hands tightly to the sides of his trousers, and said, "Give me the rag, and I'll wipe it."

Fortunately, Taifeng's response was not beyond his expectations. After looking at the apparently clean tables, chairs and benches around him, Jishen looked back at him and said, "But... I've finished wiping them all."

I know, otherwise I wouldn't have come here.Song Yangle thought so in his heart, but on the surface he still said: "..."

——We must maintain the industrious personality of ordinary human beings.Um.

"...Why don't you go and ask Ruoruo if there is any food you want to deliver?" Taifeng really couldn't find a job for him, scratching his head and suggested that he return to his job.

"...Okay." Hope, no.

Taifeng hung up the rag that had already completed his mission, wiped his hands on the apron, pulled him to the front desk, and knocked on the table: "Ruoruo."

"Don't call me 'Ruoruo', call me Sister Tu." The woman who looked like a royal sister buried her head in the book raised her head, the peach blossom eyes on her glamorous face were lifted up, as if the pupils were flowing with water. The two, especially Song Yangle, looked at each other for a while before asking, "What's the matter?"

Never expecting that the person holding this face would be Baby Voice, Song Yangle thought for a second, and then he saw the picture of being pressed under the other's arm out of the corner of his eye, and remembered that it was a book about computers.

"Get acquainted," Taifeng introduced to Sister Yinyu, "This is Xiaoyangle, the new human delivery guy in our store. He looks quite standard, right?"

Sister Yu glanced at Song Yangle coldly, raised her chin, and commented in a baby voice: "It's not bad."

Taifeng scratched his ears and smiled dryly: "Haha, Xiaoyangle, don't mind, Ruoruo's 'okay' means 'very good', she just isn't good at expressing it."

My name is Song Yangle, not Xiaoyangle.Song Yangle thought for a while, but didn't say anything, but nodded: "Well, hello, if..."

"—Crack!" Sister Yu slapped the counter, her amorous eyes stared at him suddenly, the coercion belonging to the beast spread silently, even the baby voice did not diminish its sharpness:

"Call, I, Tu, sister."

Although he was not frightened by the coercion without killing intent, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the palm that made a loud noise. After staring at it for two seconds, he found that the color of that hand did not change at all... He raised his eyes. , without changing his face, he called out naturally: "Sister Tu."

We were satisfied with convenience.

"Hey." Regardless of the bewildered Taifeng next to her, she raised a kind (?) smile and asked him, "What's the matter? Xiaoyangle?"

"...do you have a takeaway order?"

"It's gone today, little handsome guy," Sister Tu smiled, and said in a baby voice, "Our takeaway here is very expensive. It's not like every day there are stupid people who order it."

...Then why does this store hire delivery staff?

He looked at Tai Feng.

Taifeng glanced at Sister Tu, scratched the side of his face, and laughed: "Ahaha, but we have installed a new system recently, and there will definitely be more and more takeaway orders in the future."

"...preparing for a rainy day?"

Tai Feng clapped his hands and agreed with him: "Yes! That's what it means haha!"

"..."

Do I look so easy to deceive?Song Yangle thought, but due to the lack of clues, apart from the fact that he might be the protagonist, he didn't think he had anything to be plotted by such a restaurant.

After thinking about it, he simply saved the other party's awkward answer in the "temporarily useless" category.

In order to ease the embarrassment, he turned to Sister Yu who seemed to be a little stiff because of the wrong answer he gave: "Sister Tu, are you learning computers?"

Sister Tu nodded: "Yes, will you?"

He jumped between pretending to be erudite and telling the truth, but Song Yangle thought again, maybe there are readers watching right now?So he shook his head honestly: "Not very well, basically no learning."

"Ah...it should be." Sister Tu flipped through the pages of the book and said angrily, "This thing is too difficult."

Is there any difficulty in this book?Song Yangle felt that he might not be reading the same book as her. Seeing that she was quite disappointed, he thought for a while and said, "I haven't learned much, but I have a human senior who seems to be doing well. Let me tell you his phone number." Number, you can ask him when you have time."

"Ah... good."

"Then just remember, his number is 153XXXXXXXX."

He reported too quickly, and Sister Tu, who just took out her phone, paused pressing the button in the fourth place: "How much?"

He reported it again.

After memorizing it, Song Yangle felt that he might have made a wrong decision in the face of sister Tu who had to confirm with him again - the senior he recommended seemed impatient.

But... He looked at Sister Tu's intact hand and thought: There should be an exception for those with high strength?