Another World Management Notes

After 3000 years, reality is barren. If it were you, would you stay in reality, or sink into another world?

"It's born, it's a boy!" The doctor shouted, celebrating the birth of the new life, which was more exciting than winning the lottery.

At that time, the reproductive success rate of human beings dropped below [-]%, and having a new life was equivalent to adding a touch of hope to reality.

The dying mother was panting on the hospital bed, as if she would die at any moment.But the father didn't even look at the baby that the doctor carried out, and rushed straight into the operating room, grabbed the mother's slightly trembling thin hand, and kissed it softly with tears in his eyes, as if he was afraid of life's departure.

The doctor stared blankly at the two people in the operating room, trying to persuade them to come and see the newborn child, but they remained indifferent and immersed in their own world.At this time, the baby in his arms was crying even louder. The doctor had no choice but to find a hidden corner and pull off his clothes to feed the baby.

She is the only female doctor left in this hospital, and she is also the nanny of many newborns, and she is affectionately called the angel mother.

Of course, among this group of little guys, there is also me.

My name is Meng Chanyi, and I'm just... I don't know. After all, at that time, every newborn life will be injected with a medicine that can make people live longer and prevent people from any diseases.Sounds good, right?It is exactly the same as Qin Shihuang's wish in ancient times.But all good things have certain disadvantages. Everyone who has been injected with this potion will eventually grow wings. Some old thing invented this thing by eating too many poisonous mushrooms.

It's really strange to spread the wings, others have wings as white as snow, but for me, it's like Xiao Ming took my wings as his own test paper and crazily sprinkled ink on them.But fortunately, there are only a few patches of black on the white wings.

"Understood brother, the winter in the other world is here, and it's your turn to go." Xu Jiu, who is in charge of autumn, sprang out from the portal of the other world like a mouse, patted the ashes on his body, waved to me, turned and walked to the lounge.

I nodded, turned around and looked at the reality outside the window, it was very dry, the scorching sun spread on the cracked ground, splashing some sparks from time to time.Some persistent people walked outside in white protective clothing, holding the only remaining green plants, and wanted to bring them back to the research institute.

Just hope that their expectations will come true.I leaned against the portal and did not step through it for a long time, enjoying the different scenery on both sides.

One side is barren, not a single blade of grass grows.On the other side, birds are singing, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant; on the other side, survival is difficult, and you may be burned to death by the sun if you go out.The people on the other side live and work in peace and contentment, and laughter is everywhere.

I looked back at my hopeless hometown, walked into the portal, and started my winter.

Winter is the most helpless moment. Because they are not the last ones, the first three administrators often leave some loopholes for the later administrators, which are called bugs in the game.The administrators need to spread their wings and leap over one after another dark loopholes, which we also call O Poison Caves. If the people in the other world approach, they will undoubtedly die, and will be sucked into the Oblivion by the great gravity.And those administrators who can fly can flap their wings vigorously to get themselves out of danger.

Stepping on the thick snow, checking from house to house, everything is as usual, ordinary, but so enviable.

For administrators, that is the coveted comfort.

"Brother, do you want to buy some flowers?" The boy's voice asked me, I raised my head, but saw that the boy was not in front of me at all, but was sitting on a tree not far away, swinging on a black python vine, with his waist stuck A few bright blue roses.A faint fragrance rushed towards me like a naughty boy, and I became sober all of a sudden, and hurried forward to try to hug the boy off the black python vine.

The boy was very handsome, his white hair was like the snow in winter, but his eyes were as pink as peach blossoms in spring.A light blue shirt and gray trousers seemed to be his standard equipment, but for some reason, bandages were tied on the boy's wrists and ankles, and even a three-finger-wide bandage was tied around his neck.

"Brother?" I hugged the boy down, but the boy was not happy, he struggled and jumped to the ground, blinking his confused eyes and looking at me stupidly.

"Ah...it's nothing, just bring me a flower, I like it." I hugged him down but didn't expect him to be unhappy, so I hurriedly changed the subject and bought his flower, waved my hand and turned around to arrange for the headquarters to his residence.

Vaguely, I seem to hear the boy talking to himself behind me: "Brother, you look like an angel, do you know that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, maybe because of the nature of a child, everything looks good.My parents despise me as an ugly thing, so how can I be good-looking.

Habitually opened the mailbox in front of the residence, as expected, it was filled with a pile of love letters, and the scheduled daily newspaper could only be clamped by the doorknob.One by one, he took out the love letters in the mailbox and held them in his hand, took down the daily newspaper with the other hand and put it in the creaking nest, turned the doorknob, and returned to the residence.

The house was clean, as if no one had ever lived in it.I didn't prepare any luggage when I came this time, but the people and weapons were ready.Go to the study, where it is very quiet, only in winter, the snow-white weasel will jump on the window sill, rush into the room to touch, and then rush out again, hiding in the white snow, from time to time a small weasel will appear Head to beg for something to eat.

Sure enough, a weasel came to my desk, gnawing on my management notes.As soon as I stepped forward, the little guy glanced at me, and then rushed out.

well?Did a big white mouse jump out just now?

Walking to the desk, I looked helplessly at the gnawed notes, which were useless, so I threw them out of the window to let those little guys make a nest, anyway, I brought a backup.

At this time, the headquarters called, reached out and pulled the white feathers on the earrings, and only heard a "Zi" sound, and Xu Jiu's voice came from the opposite side.

"How is it? The note I put on the table was not eaten by ferrets. Last time, it was almost killed by squirrels." Hearing the voice from the other side, I couldn't help but rolled my eyes and said with a smile: "You can take a break with your little brother Hua, that thing has been chewed up by the little guys."

When Xu Chen, who was on the opposite side, heard the news, he was shocked, "Huh?" He seemed to be frightened by the amazing destructive power of the small animals.But Xiaosheng, I am naturally experienced in many battles, and my heart has long been calm in the face of this situation.No, I brought a backup note and told him about it by the way, Brother Xu Chou heaved a sigh of relief, cut off the call, and went to accompany his brother Xiao Hua.

That guy's brother Xiao Hua only showed up at our headquarters last year, but according to his description, he should be a good-looking mute, and he can only communicate with him through antiques like notebooks.And that idiot didn't mind, he happily agreed, holding the notebook and not letting go.

With pink hair and red eyes, she often wears a brown windbreaker, and there is a mole on the corner of her right eye, so she should be a beauty character.But from what I've observed now, it should be that only Brother Xu Jiu can see him, otherwise this beauty must have been dragged away to be a resident administrator in another world, just to let the administrators of the four seasons get rid of the pain of being filled with mailboxes every day .

Pushing open the door and going out, I saw the little flower seller sneaking a glance at me just now, then at something next to me, and then slid into the crowd.I looked down at the place where the child was looking, and there lay a blue rose quietly, which was very beautiful.

It should be that the kid is eager to sell the blue rose so that he can deal with his father.Thinking of this, I bent down to pick up the rose, nodded towards the place where the child ran away, walked back to my room, inserted the blue rose into the vase that was about to be filled, and compared it with the one I just bought. Putting the flowers together with the flowers in the letter looks much more refreshing.

But after walking out, the child squatted at the door of my house. The bandage seemed to be torn open, revealing the shocking wound underneath, even bleeding.There were still bruises on his face, and he seemed unable to open his left eye.

I quickly picked up the child, he was very thin, his white hair kept rubbing against my neck, it was very itchy, but I couldn't break his head off, so I could only let him lean on it.

"Brother...I'm so scared..." The child was trembling, like a frightened lamb, clinging to the shepherd dog that was protecting it.

Also helpless, the child's injury can be regarded as my dereliction of duty.A dignified administrator, who doesn't even know who the perpetrator is, must be guilty of the beaten child.

I put him on the sofa, thinking that sleeping like this would be bad for the little guy's body, so I picked him up again and put him on the soft bed that belonged to the administrator.

The bed was soft and comfortable to sleep on, but it should be the best resting place for children.

The child was trembling all the time, as if he was very unaccustomed to the unfamiliar environment and was very scared. My brain was so anxious that I hummed a little song subconsciously. Maybe I just learned it when I was too busy recently.

"Spring pianos, birds singing in harmony; summer flute, wind scattered and heat waves; autumn watch slowly, pocket watch ticking; winter flowers brilliant, fragrance incomplete, light sleep..."

It doesn't rhyme, it doesn't rhyme, but at least it can make the child fall asleep. I hope he can be well in his dream and not be beaten by anyone.

The child also fell into the arms of the dream as I wished.

Finally, I was able to go out quietly and write management notes.

When I walked out the door, the snow was as thick as goose feathers. The snow was so thick that it reached my knees. The little ferrets also jumped up and down playfully on the snow. Jump on the head to show off, and then run back to the side of the companion to show off.

These little guys are really worthy of the title of "winter elves".

I dug out my symbol from the pocket that came with the management notes—a broken rose, brought in with great difficulty from reality.

I counted the number of petals it had left, and put it back with peace of mind.