Don't engage in the Shura field in the post-apocalyptic text

At seven o'clock, the alarm clock disturbs people's lucid dreams.

Cong Yu sat up from the bed on time, turned off the alarm clock, got dressed, and went to wash up.

Afterwards, he skillfully made three sandwiches when he left the room, and went to the room opposite to him and knocked on the door: "Mom and Dad, breakfast is on the table."

"What time is it and you still not at work?!"

A woman screamed sharply from the room: "We raised you just to be a nanny?!"

No.

Cong Yu showed no expression, only thinking in his heart.

You are here for me to make money for you.

However, there was an accident in college—he was thrown dirty water by others because he was too cowardly and honest, and in his senior year, he was pulled as a scapegoat and expelled from school.

The family has no money and no power, but the one who made him drop out of school was a well-known young master in the city.

The parents accepted the other party's hush money, and turned around to blame him for not resisting.

He packed his briefcase, put on the coat hanging on the hanger at the door before leaving the house, and performed a set of movements in one go, until he stepped on the bus that was never late at the time of the early bus.

...But today I don't know what's wrong, I have a terrible headache.

Go see a doctor after get off work.

"Xiao Cong?"

When Cong Yu entered the door, the action of punching the card was stopped by the department manager, "Come here."

"..."

Cong Yu lowered his eyelashes and walked over obediently.

"This copywriting, the leader said it is not up to standard, you have to help me revise it."

Cong Yu took the folder and glanced hastily: "Manager, this is not my copy, it's Xiao Liu's."

"Xiao Liu has other work to do now."

The manager changed his face when he heard his words, and forcefully stuffed the copy into his arms: "You have to correct it before you get off work today."

Cong Yu turned his head and looked at Xiao Liu who was leaning on a chair and playing with his mobile phone.The other party seemed to sense his gaze, and even provocatively turned the computer screen to show him.

A popular TV series is playing on the screen.

Cong Yu moved his fingers, wanting to throw the copywriting on Xiao Liu's head - and he did.

"Fuck! Are you crazy?"

The corner of Xiao Liu's forehead was cut by the sharp file folder, and when he moved, scarlet blood flowed down.

"You fucking—"

The other party picked up the mug in his hand and threw it at him. Cong Yu quickly turned his head to avoid it, and then he was also stunned.

... This time, he probably couldn't dodge it, but his body's reaction just now was as if he had experienced thousands of battles.

He had never felt so wronged and angry.

It's not that he hasn't been wronged before, even today's matter is insignificant and not worth mentioning in the past.

Instead, he silently endured those grievances.

This time he suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore.

Cong Yu turned around and left, tore off the employee ID card around his neck and threw it on the ground, turned on his phone to check his balance.

Sixty thousand.

He has worked hard for four years, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, and he has only saved such a small amount of money.

But this is enough.

He quickly found a long-term rental house nearby that he could move in with his bags, and took a taxi home after finalizing the lease term and rent.

"Why did you come back?"

The woman called a group of sisters to play mahjong at home. Seeing him open the door and come back, her eyes were full of disbelief: "What about work?"

"Resigned."

Cong Yu said concisely, as if he didn't hear the hysterical cry of the woman behind him, he hurried into the bedroom and locked the door.

The bedroom was as cold as a rented room.

The uniform gray and white tone, except for a pot of green plants on the balcony, there is no other color.

There are only a few essential items for daily necessities.

It is completely different from the utensils that are full of life in the outside room. A small bedroom door seems to isolate the two worlds.

He only packed his clothes, computer and necessary documents. He took a look at the green plants on the window sill before leaving, but still didn't take them with him.

The short woman couldn't keep him at all, and Cong Yu didn't want to look at her, and let him roll and cry behind his back.

It wasn't until he arrived at the rental room that he finally calmed down and called the man: "Dad, I'm going to live alone."

"what?"

"I don't know how much of the 100 million hush money the Song family gave you back then, and I don't want to ask."

"In addition to the monthly salary I have left for you over the years, it is enough for you to retire."

"What's the matter with you kid?"

"It's okay, just to tell you, don't contact me again from now on."

"Don't ask me for money either—I won't give you a penny."

He didn't listen to the last words of the other party, he hung up the phone directly, and then sat down on the chair to let go of his thoughts.

It's not that I haven't thought about getting the money back, nor that I haven't thought about cutting off the relationship with my parents, but these two things are too difficult to do at the legal level.

He didn't want to pay more for that couple.

...it seems to be different from before.

My head still hurts... I seem to have forgotten something important.But what else to forget?He just fell asleep and woke up.

Cong Yu turned on the computer and finally decided to submit his resume first.

After submitting several resumes on the recruitment website, he took his ID card and called a car to the hospital.

"Gu Qiu?"

When registering, he inevitably saw the specialist in brain surgery today.The name looks a bit feminine, but I have to admit that it sounds nice.But it is really unnecessary to register as an expert just because of a headache—Cong Yu hesitated, and chose an ordinary doctor.

"...It's nothing, you should just lack of sleep." The doctor with a kind face listened carefully to his symptoms, did a simple examination, and finally just prescribed some calming drugs for him: "If necessary, you can try these medicine."

"Thank you." Cong Yu nodded politely.

He pushed the door out, gave a polite smile to the patients waiting behind him, and then felt the phone vibrate.

is an incoming call.

"Mr. Cong Yu, this is the human resources director of Yutian Group. We have received your resume and think that you are very suitable for the needs of our personnel department. If you are free, please come to the company at [-]:[-] am this weekend interview."

"The location of the group will be emailed to you later."

Cong Yu responded politely, hung up the phone, and took advantage of the opportunity to see the news pushed by the mobile phone: He Rongtian, the prince of the He family, is in power.

I always feel that...something is not quite right.

Cong Yu held the medicine to soothe the nerves and invigorate the brain in his arms, and finally returned home.

Wait until the weekend to see it.

But before the weekend came, his life took another drastic turn.

When Cong Yu bought vegetables and went home, it was already six or seven o'clock in the evening, and it was the time when the flow of people was the largest.

But behind him...

He looked back, frowning, at the dirty dog.

I can't tell the species, just follow him patheticly and whimpering all the way, and the tail is still wagging like an electric fan.

Cong Yu rummaged on himself for a long time, finally took out a small bag of ham sausage from the bottom of the shopping bag, opened it, and threw it to the dog: "Eat it, and don't follow me after you finish eating."

He was used to living alone, and he simply couldn't afford to raise another dog.

...Although, the dog seems to have a lot of good feelings for him inexplicably.

"Woooo-"

The big dog flattened its ears and tilted its head.

Cong Yu reached out and touched it uncontrollably, and finally took it home muttering softly.

It seems that he really wants to make more money, after all, he will raise such a big dog in the future...

weekend.

It's time for an interview.

Cong Yu hugged the big dog before going out, "Xiao Huihui is waiting for me at home."

The dog has gray-brown hair, so he finally gave this guy a ridiculous name-Xiao Huihui.

But the other party didn't have any objection to this. In fact, as long as Cong Yu said hello, no matter what his name was, this guy would come galloping.

The big dog licked his face, making Cong Yu expressionless and turned back to the bathroom to wash his face.

The next hug will be canceled as appropriate.

He put on his suit and tie, and tidied himself up before going out. He hesitated and took a taxi.

Squeezing the bus is easy to mess up the clothes, after all, today is an interview - he still needs to pay attention to it.

"Oh, there's a traffic jam."

Cong Yu was looking down at the words of the interview, when the driver beside him sighed and pulled the handbrake: "Young man, your luck...is not very good."

"..."

Cong Yu frowned to look at it, but the front was so blocked that he couldn't see anything.

"Master, please take a detour." Cong Yu took out his mobile phone and checked the map, "I have an interview today, so I'm still in a hurry."

"Okay, but it seems that it's not easy to get around here..."

Cong Yu apologized to him, and wanted to check the traffic jam here.

After all, such a large-scale traffic jam usually has a large-scale accident.

He clicked on Weibo, and sure enough, there was a news in the trending search: Brother Dongbei helped clear the traffic jam.

……Um?

Why is this direction not right?

Cong Yu was aroused a little curiosity and clicked into the hot search.

The one at the top is a photo with a short copy.

In the photo, two big cars collided at the intersection where Cong Yu was stuck in traffic, and a military license plate car was parked next to him. A very tall man stood out from the crowd.

And netizens... all complained that the big brother's accent was too funny.

Regardless of the process, Cong Yu finally arrived on time and on time, and was quickly arranged to join the job under the "warm hospitality" of HR.

I heard that the boss of this company was also airborne some time ago, but his ability is extremely strong, and the decisive method made a few dishonest employees put their minds away, and they went about beating workers peacefully.

Cong Yu carefully tidied up the employee information in his hand.

"Hey, are you new here?"

The person next to him should be an intern. The little girl seemed to have a good temper, and when she saw Cong Yu's response, she excitedly pulled him to chat.

"..."

"I heard that a rival company sent someone to take over the order today."

"..."

"Oh, why did you come here!" The little girl didn't wait for Cong Yu to speak, she didn't get annoyed, she just thought he was shy, and then raised her eyes to see another boy who hurried in.

"Get up late and get up late."

The young man rubbed his nose, laughed, and came over to shake hands with Cong Yu generously: "Hello, my name is Xin Yun, and I'm an intern here."

Cong Yu shook that hand.

He raised his head and met his eyes.

"Hey, don't be so vigilant brother, I just think you look very reliable..." Xin Yun was halfway through his words, and he couldn't continue.

Cong Yu obviously saw wet marks in the opponent's eyes.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to Xin Yun, and the other party showed a sunny smile in the next second: "As expected, brother is the most gentle."

"..."

"cough."

With a light cough, everyone in the office looked in the direction of the sound.

He was a handsome young man with high spirits. He scanned the room and pinpointed Cong Yu's face: "Little... uh, my friend, where is your president's office?"

Cong Yu: "..."

He began to doubt whether the company he entered was serious or not.

"Oh, my Young Master Lu, why are you here!"

Another employee who hurriedly ran from the back stepped forward and nodded embarrassedly to everyone in the office: "My young master Lu just took office, and it's the first time to hand over today... Please bear with me. You are busy, you are busy! "

He apologized ramblingly, and before he took his young master to the president to do business, when he looked up again, he saw the rumored young master Zuo Wan walking over there, arranging his tie.

"..."

What is this called.

With a bitter face, he said, "Hello, Mr. Zuo, how about..."

"No, there's not much to talk about."

Zuo Wan had already shown up, staring straight at Cong Yu: "Are you new here?"

"..."

The corner of Cong Yu's mouth twitched and he nodded.

"Exactly, I have something to tell you here."

Zuo Wan stretched out his hand towards him, "Come and listen?"

Cong Yu felt that he was having a headache.

I don't know if it's real pain or his illusion, but in fact, his headache hasn't stopped since he woke up last time, and he's almost numb.

"it is good."

Under the watchful eyes of the others, especially Xin Yun and Lu Ran, Cong Yu stood up and followed.

There are only Zuo Wan and him in the clean and bright office.

Cong Yu crossed his hands and propped his chin, sitting across the desk from Zuo Wan.

For a moment, the only sound left in this small space was the sound of breathing.

"...President, what do you want to say?"

"I want to say," Zuo Wan thought about what that strange voice said to him before he came here, "I don't just like you."

Cong Yu: "..."

The voice told him that Cong Yu may temporarily lose his memory, but the problem is not a big problem, it is the sequelae caused by the whole body traveling through time and space.

As long as he can give the other party enough stimulation——

"I……"

Cong Yu's head seemed to be suddenly filled.

The huge amount of information that suddenly poured in made him unable to hold back his hair, and the bizarre scene invaded his mind like an information explosion.

Doomsday, scripts, abilities, zombies?

And those... familiar names to him.

How did he get back?

By the way, in the early morning of that day, a voice suddenly told him that he had to go back to his original world, and he was only given 10 minutes to say goodbye.

At that time, he sat in front of the bed and hesitated for half the time, but he still gave up the stupid way of saying goodbye in person.

Thinking about everyone's care for him, and thinking about the feelings for him from these lovely people, he finally calmly wrote a farewell letter and left.

Cong Yu lay on the desk, raised his head for a while, and then looked at Zuo Wanshi, feeling as if he had become the cannon fodder that should have been unknown again.

But everything seemed different again.

At least he himself was finally out of the cage.

"Let me finish." Zuo Wan was unusually tough, staring at Cong Yu with a pair of shining eyes.

He could tell from the other person's eyes that this was the person he had been waiting for for a long time.

He, and several others, all came to this world in different timelines.He himself has lived here for another three years, and before that, at the request of that voice, none of them could meet with Cong Yu.

Cong Yu stared at him blankly.

Zuo Wan opened his mouth, his deep voice was filled with lingering lingering sounds: "I love you."

"..."

"...You don't have to give me a response." Zuo Wan waited for a few minutes, and finally couldn't help but continue: "I'm not in a hurry to respond. What I want is..."

"No, Mr. President." Cong Yu smiled at him: "I just think that everything is over... right?"

The author has something to say: it's over.

Another nondescript story happened...

All the episodes will be released tomorrow, only the episode one is the real world, and the other two are if lines: If Cong Yu is not [forced] to return to his own world.

Please choose to watch owo according to your preferences

Sprinkle fafa on yourself!

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Originally, I typed a lot of explanations about attacking and receiving, but finally deleted them.

The author is really not good at writing, and the story is plain and boring. I am very grateful to everyone who can see this.

As for the logic of this book,

I rounded a part of it as much as possible, and I really don't know how to change the rest.

Especially He Rongtian's death, if I didn't force Gong Bao to hang him, I really wouldn't be able to kill him.

In the next book, I will learn how to write love lines from Beauty Gong and Ba Zong’s Cookies.

Let me explain in advance that the attack in the next book will probably be unclean and subject to double cleansing.

I forgot to add it to the copywriting before, but now I have added it, sisters like Lei quickly abandon the pit to save their lives QAQ

It's up to you when it opens.

I hope everyone will come to see it.

Thank you all (bow)

Finally, happy new year in advance!