Express Gold Finger to BOSS [Quick Transmigration]

A meal is exchanged for a point of favorability, Zuo Nan thought optimistically, if this exchange ratio is maintained, it will only take two months to reach the passing line, which is not too difficult.

Sitting at the dinner table, he looked at Luke, who was eating well but not slow at all, and said, "I can't ask for this mech for nothing, so how about it? How about cooking two meals a day and one for your supper?"

Luke paused with his chopsticks, but did not refuse, and nodded in response: "Yeah."

The favorability value instantly "soared" by two points.

The corner of Zuo Nan's mouth twitched slightly, he really didn't know that Shi Rui was a foodie before.

The next day, Zuo Nan left the mecha given by Admiral Leon at home, and took the mecha given by Luke to school.

"Where did you buy this mech, Milo? It's very unique in shape!"

Zuo Nan: "A gift from a friend."

"The friend of the poor ghost is also the poor ghost, and the poor went together hahahaha... This patch is so ugly, do you use this to fight against people because you want to kill your opponent first?"

Zuo Nan: "Then I won without a fight, that's pretty good."

"Why don't you use the mecha that Admiral Leon gave you? You don't even give Admiral Leon any face?"

Zuo Nan: "Fart you, of course I want to cherish the things that Admiral Leon gave you as family heirlooms, how can I be willing to use them, and you can help me pay for maintenance?"

"Is your mecha okay? Don't fall apart in one class."

Zuo Nan: "You can try."

Zuo Nan never admits cowardice when fighting with his mouth, and some of the provocateurs were soon left speechless, feeling very boring, and dispersed one after another.

Not long after, the onlookers ended, and Zuo Nan saw that everyone had dispersed, so he immediately wrote an application form to the counselor, and applied for the right to open a small stove on the grounds that he was poor in health and needed to strengthen nutrition. The counselor had a look With a thinner body than others, he readily agreed without much hesitation.

Afterwards, Zuo Nan began to feed Luke, looking at the rising favorability value every day, he felt happy, but he soon discovered that the reality was far from as good as he imagined.

He ignored the diminishing marginal effect...

It didn’t take long for the increase in favorability value to start to decrease. From one point to one meal, to two points to one point, and then to ten meals to one point, and finally nothing happened, only to see the decimal point after a few days Jump up at the end.

In the blink of an eye, a semester is almost over, Zuo Nan seems to be close to 60, but he can't reach 60's favorability value, and he has nothing to love in life.

Luke was halfway through eating, and found that there was not much food in front of Zuo Nan, and the chopsticks poked in the rice bowl, looking absent-minded, so he asked him, "What's the matter?"

Zuo Nan's chopsticks stopped: "I'm full."

Luke narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are lying."

Zuo Nan: "..."

Zuo Nan, who forgot that Luke was a proficient polygraph tester, hastened to make up: "I'm not full, I just don't have an appetite."

Luke thought he was sick, so he got up and touched his forehead. Zuo Nan's face was a little hot, but he also knew that Luke had no other thoughts, so he could only suppress his little thoughts, and said seriously: "It's okay, I'm not sick, Maybe just tired."

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a bluffing voice came in with a gust of wind: "Wow! You two not only secretly eat good food, but also have sex!"

It was De Meng who lived in the opposite dormitory. Since he got along well with Zuo Nan, he gradually became thick-skinned. He came here to eat and drink from time to time. This time he came here with a bowl and chopsticks, smelling the smell When he got to the table, he sat down unceremoniously, and said carelessly: "Wow! It smells so good! I ate it, you go ahead, don't worry about me!"

Luke took his hand away from Zuo Nan's forehead.

Zuo Nan said unhappily: "What's the matter? Luke thought I had a fever, so he touched his forehead."

Demon laughed and said: "Hey, I'm not joking, how about AA love, let's find a soft and sweet O! Why are you so good at cooking, Milo? You have so many tricks, every time The dishes are different, and they are even more delicious than my cook, how did you do it?"

Zuo Nan was silently shown his rich face, and said expressionlessly, "Talent."

Seeing that his meals were not too small, Demon turned his attention to customers: "Eat, don't just watch."

Zuo Nan: "...I'm full."

Demon snorted: "No wonder you are so thin, eat more, I heard that, we will go to Junk Star for practice exercises soon, in that environment, poor physical foundation is really not good."

Zuo Nan was surprised and said, "Go to Junk Star for rehearsal? Didn't you go at the end of the next semester for the previous sessions? Where did you get the news? Are you lame?"

Demon: "Gossip, I'm not sure whether it's true or not."

At this time, the two communicators on the table vibrated at the same time, Zuo Nan walked over to pick up his own, looked at it, and laughed: "De Meng, you are fine, I really have to go to the rehearsal, tomorrow!"

Demon's chopsticks almost fell to the ground: "Fuck! So fast? My radiation protection suit is not ready yet!"

The radiation protection suit school must be prepared. The quality is above the passing line and below the excellent line. What De Meng means is that he prepares another set of better ones. Soon the sound of him calling home came from the door.

Luke also picked up his own communicator and looked at it. It was the same as Zuo Nan's, showing the message just sent by the counselor. Let's get ready and set off early tomorrow morning.

There was noise outside the dormitory. All the students had received the news. There were noisy voices in the corridor, some were discussing loudly, some were busy packing their things. Not long after the bell rang, everyone immediately went downstairs to listen to the training.

Compared with other students who were excited and nervous, Zuo Nan and Lu Jia were as stable as old dogs, and seemed out of place.

Demon turned around suspiciously: "Milo, aren't you excited?"

Zuo Nan shook his head: "Don't you find it strange?"

Demon was stunned: "What's so strange?"

Zuo Nandao: "Practical drills are always arranged at the end of the second semester of the second year, but this time it was brought forward by a full half a year, and the school did not give any explanation, and even the notice was issued very suddenly."

Hearing what he said, Demon immediately became puzzled, but he was always careless. After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure out why, and quickly put the doubts behind him, waved his hand and said, "Whatever, the school arranges it like this There must be a reason for such an arrangement, maybe some alien system wants to attack us and wants us to be a reserve."

A few students next to him agreed one after another, and they were all gearing up when it came to going to the battlefield.

Zuo Nan didn't say anything more, but he always felt a little weird in his heart.

Early the next morning, the military students got ready and drove their mechs into the spaceship in an orderly manner under the arrangement of the school. After sailing in space for a period of time, the huge spaceship arrived at Junk Star smoothly.

All kinds of mutated creatures crawled and rummaged among the mountains of garbage. After sensing the approach of the spaceship, these creatures immediately fled in all directions, and quickly disappeared without a trace.

It was dark, and there was silence all around.

The coach's voice came from the communicator, Zuo Nan, like other students, obeyed the order and drove the mech off the spaceship.

The author has something to say: There are still so many friends waiting for the update, thank you! =3=