Bizarre beater

Party B, Yunhe, has always made malicious guesses about the boss—he thinks that the replay records are not good things.

But what happened yesterday determined his way of getting along with Mr. Neighbor—their tense neighbor relationship couldn't bear a bigger blow.

He should be more careful with Mr. Toss.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't turn on the replay, but charged Smilte with one hundred magic points, and called out to ask him what happened yesterday.

Smilt had been reduced to a pile of skeletons with no soul yesterday, but because he had nowhere to go, he knew exactly what happened.

As a Grim Reaper with no sense of humor at all, his rhetorical level is not good, and his speech is very straightforward.

Also very hurtful.

The version that Party B Yunhe heard was that he was drunk and danced disco yesterday, and then he sat in Mr. Tosi's arms all of a sudden, grabbed him and said, "I like you the most... (The following words are reserved because he feels too ashamed The other party is prohibited from retelling)", and then put his finger in his mouth, biting and licking.

"The finger marks on your neck were left by Mr. Toss when he pulled his hands desperately, but fortunately, Mr. Gogol had already rescued his hands when he saw you two. Mr. Gogol just suspected that it was Toss. Mr. Si plotted against you, and then the two of them chatted..."

"Okay, stop, I don't want to listen anymore, you go out and leave me alone to calm down."

Party B Yunhe fell on the bed, with his back to the door and facing the wall, thinking about his past, curled up in a ball, and spat at himself.

He thought he was a little angel when he was drunk, but he didn't expect to be a hungry ghost.

He did such an excessive thing to Mr. Tosi, the other party let him live to see today's sun, and even sent him to the room to close the doors and windows.

If it was him, he might throw people off the roof.

Strange, he'd never done anything like this when he was drunk.

But he had never met anyone like Fyodor before.

The other party is really in line with his aesthetics.

If it's not too much trouble, he may even fantasize about falling in love with the other party.

But he hasn't thought about this kind of thing yet, if he has thought about it, he should blush now instead of embarrassment.

Unable to figure it out, he got up and looked at the picture he drew yesterday.

Three quick sketches of Gogol, Smilte and Mr. Neighbor respectively.

In comparison, he did draw Mr. Neighbor better (the other two are in black and white, only his is in color).

There are actually no major problems with his painting skills on the characters, but the colors are dirty and there are too many shadows, so the look is very depressing.

The reason is that he feels that painting in dark colors is very relaxing and refreshing. If he wants to paint in bright colors, it will make him feel depressed.Anyway, I don’t rely on this to eat, so I can touch it if I have nothing to do.

As a result, when painting Fyodor, he used more light colors, coupled with the distorted and messy dark background, the whole person in the painting seemed to be glowing.

After taking two bites of his own hand that still smelled of barbecue, Party B Yunhe accepted that he might have a crush on the handsome guy next door, and decided to break up on the spot.

In order to comfort his lovelorn self, he lived in the dark, day and night upside down for two days in a dead house, and then he sat up in shock to write a work summary when he was dying of illness.

Wages are paid only after the work summary has been written.

In the [-]-word work summary, you should write your views on your career, objectively evaluate your work attitude, research and analyze your own shortcomings in your work, reflect on yourself, and make plans for the future.

He habitually opened the webpage, trying to copy and paste it, but flipped through it and realized: Except for him, no fortuneteller needs to write such a thing.

stay still.

Mr. Party B came out of the disappointment of being broken in an instant, knocked on the door next door in his pajamas without any image, and sincerely asked if the other party had time to chat with him.

Fyodor looked at the finger marks on his neck that hadn't been erased, then at his normal expression, paused for a while, and let him enter the room sideways.

"Mr. Tosi... Well, I heard that you are a professional in selling news."

"……Yes."

The leader of the Rat of the Dead House, who holds many secret messages, lowered his gaze after nodding, hiding the emotion in his eyes.

This kind of development that suddenly put the unspoken things on the bright side was beyond his expectation.

He thought the other party would keep pretending not to know.

"Then... can I buy an explanation and analysis about my identity as a fortune-teller? I want to use it to write a work summary." Party B Yunhe was embarrassed, and after speaking, he remembered how rich the other party was, and added, "If it's too expensive, I didn't say it."

The thoughts that spread in a complicated direction were interrupted, and Fyodor was stunned when he thought of the files he had worked so hard to create but would never use again.

He pulled out a smile: "It was the things you told me, there is no need to charge, I will sort it out and send it to you later."

Yunhe was very surprised, stood up and gave him a hug: "Thank you, thank you, you have solved a big problem of mine, you are simply the best person in the world!"

Mr. Tosi, who received the good person card, looked at the bruises on Yubai's neck, full of the urge to bite his skin.

It seems that this person can only quickly repair life-threatening injuries, and the recovery speed of ordinary minor injuries is no different from that of ordinary people.

One bite would probably hurt him for a long time.

But it's too naive, it's meaningless revenge.

Mature and stable, he withdrew his gaze, calmed down, and then watched the person leave without hesitation.

The mood gradually became depressed again.

He really is a tool man, right?

Mr. Neighbor's information was very useful, Party B Yunhe copied it into the work summary document, which directly exceeded [-] words.

Then he began to casually complain about his work during this period.

"A fortuneteller is really a terrible profession. Not only does it mess up other people's lives and fates, but it also makes me very unhappy. I hate this kind of work, so don't arrange it again next time, thank you..."

"There is nothing to reflect on. Every commission has been completed and I have never been late. I am a competent worker."

The system is too incomprehensible.

[Doesn't controlling the fate of others make you happy?Doesn't having control over your future give you peace of mind and joy? 】

This is a highly rated profession.

Others can't smoke if they want to.

"Because it's meaningless, my boss." Party B Yunhe shook his head and didn't say any more, "Okay, should I settle my salary?"

This was the part he was most looking forward to.

[Settlement in progress... The settlement is successful, please check the details. 】

[Occupation: Fortune Teller Legendary (recovered).

In the past 23 working days, you have not been late, completed a total of 106 commissions, received 101 positive reviews, and 5 negative reviews. The performance salary is 100% of the basic salary (25 million yen).

Additional deductions:

Abandon the love card, deduct 5% of salary.

Abandoning the God of Death card, resulting in the death card being unable to be recycled, and staying in the world, deducting 30% of the salary, turning it into an inherent skill.

To sum up: The actual salary in this item is 90, minus the salary advance of 25, the remaining 65 has been entered into the salary card, please pay attention to check. 】

Fuck, 30% of the salary! ! !

Party B Yunhe lifted Smilt's cloak collar and looked at him viciously: "I should have beaten you to death in the first place."

Smilte was terrified, and quickly said: "Don't get excited! I'm very useful! As long as you are willing to give me a little more magic power, I can take away any human soul for you."

"What do I want that for? It can't be eaten." Fang Yi, who didn't want to look at him again, threw him to the corner, took two deep breaths, and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Then there's the card draw.

There is still no improvement in the card drawing experience this time.

The page style of the system is all plagiarized. The last time it was a one-knife 9999 page game screen, after being scolded by him a few times, the system silently crawled into other databases.

This time it was the screen of the card game he played recently.

The kind with cutscenes.

Yet he plays the part himself.

Party B Yunhe looked at the electronic screen wearing yellow overalls, carrying a bag in his hand, and the other who rang the doorbell, and was speechless.