"What! Tell me to work at the research institute in Tokyo right now... No, no, I can't do it!"

"Didn't you get the admission letter from MIT? You can finish your high school studies, right?"

"That's not the problem..."

"A monthly salary of 50 yen during the internship."

"Give you an internship certificate."

"The internship certificate of the imperial pillar tower."

"Okay, when will you be here?"

"Tomorrow..."

Sierra hung up the phone.

Since Takashi Mitsuchi was arrested, Sera has become the highest ranking person in the research institute——

This does not mean that she has to take care of a lot of affairs, but that she has become the highest person in charge of the institute in the literal sense.

However, a rabbit in charge was also airborne from above.

Seeing that the other party was a little shorter than himself, and listening to the familiar lively voice, Sera was silent for a while.

Isn't this the rabbit who led him to visit the research institute and deal with Takashi Mitsuchi?

He still wears a golden mask, but he has an extra magnetic card like Serra's in his hand. Although he has a lot of things to do, he still often wanders around in the research institute.

"I did your job!" Faced with Sera's behavior of blocking him outside the clean room, Rabbit was very sad, "Can't you let me go in and have a look?"

"Yes, but you have to change your shoes for dust-free equipment first, go through the air shower, static bridge..."

"Well, forget it."

Knew it would be like this, Sela sighed.

"You fired quite a few researchers, and many projects stalled."

People who feared being fired even approached her.

"Well, there is no need to exist, Sera, do you think these projects are meaningful?" Rabbit tapped his mask, "If you say so, I will rehire immediately."

In fact, some projects have only titles but no connotations.

"The King of Gold's subordinates don't need dead people with vegetarian meals."

The rabbit who said this retracted the corners of his mouth, and his tone was cool.

"That's up to you."

Sierra felt that she had tried too hard.

"I'm looking for an intern to come and assist me recently."

she informs...

"Yeah, I know... it's No.2, right, I'll arrange it."

After Masaichi finished his graduation work, he thought he would have a leisurely vacation, spending the whole day with the warm kotatsu.

However, Sera called him from the quiet and peaceful Namori town to Tokyo with a phone call.

Pulling the suitcase that was bulging with his sister and mother, he finally arrived at the research institute surrounded by scaffolding after many inquiries.

"This is the Nanafudo First Research Institute?" Looking suspiciously at the map in his hand, he forgot to help his glasses fall from the bridge of his nose.

"Xiao Zheng—"

Bai Lan appeared out of nowhere and greeted him.

Thanks to Zhou Fangzun, although the momentum is huge, only the outer shell of the building was destroyed, and the laboratory and various sophisticated instruments inside were not damaged much.So just tinker with it and keep using it.

"You can just go in from here." There was also a magnetic card for an intern, and Bai Lan swiped it at the door of the temporary small door, and the iron door opened, revealing a narrow passage with poor lighting.

It has to be said that after the illegal experiment of Takashi Mitsuchi was banned, the whole research institute looked more like an illegal laboratory.

At least Irie Masaichi entered with trepidation... He belatedly realized that he was still dragging a large suitcase of luggage, and the sound of wheels rolling on the floor echoed in the passage, making it particularly loud.

Although the notice from Sierra said that accommodation will be provided, it should not be in the research institute, right?That's not embarrassing...

He felt that his stomach trouble seemed to be going on again.

In such uneasiness, Zhengyi finally arrived at a room similar to an office.

Sitting upright on the assigned seat with his hands on his knees, he was thinking that this is probably waiting for the person in charge to come for an interview or something.

Recalling the various instructions from his sister and mother before, he felt that his palms seemed to be sweating gradually.

"Sera sauce is probably in the back lab, I'll go find her."

Seeing the empty office, Bai Lan smiled and said to Zhengyi, "Should be here soon."

Will Sera-san come over too... Zhengyi felt a little more at ease in his heart. Although he didn't know what the use of Sera's coming was, the girl who always had a poker face had this kind of magic power, as if as long as she was here, There is nothing that cannot be resolved.

Then... waited restlessly for 3 minutes, 5 minutes, and just saw Bai Lan who came back alone.

"Sera-chan asked you to go directly to the laboratory..." He took out a magnetic card that had obviously been prepared and handed it to Zhengyi, "Remember to change into a clean suit."

Dust-free clothes!It sounded very advanced, Zhengyi took the magnetic card with some dizziness, and his name was actually printed on it!

At least he remembered the process of entering the clean room. He carefully completed a series of actions and walked into the clean room.

There was only one person inside who was also tightly wrapped in a dust-free suit.

"That... hello! I am..."

"Zhengyi..." The man looked up, and it was Sera, "Hurry up and take a look at this."

In her hand was a silver-white box, which was roughly similar in appearance to the model she had shown at the beginning.

"Have you succeeded!" For a moment, all the ways of getting along with superiors and subordinates were forgotten, and he ran over, "Wow!"

"I can't say it was a complete success..." Sera couldn't hide a hint of excitement in her tone, "But it can already withstand a single Weitzman deviation value within 30 energy input, and the conversion rate is about 50%."

"If it's used for storage, it's a 5% loss per hour...but different energy loss rates are different."

Sera paused, she had asked Zhou Fangzun for help, but even the strongest box exploded in an instant, the red power representing destruction was not willing to stay peacefully in the container at all.

It is conceivable how much Zhou Fangzun, who accommodated this kind of power, usually...be patient...

It's no wonder that the Weitzman deviation value of the third king has always been so dangerous. The silver king's notes flashed in his mind, and Sera always felt that something was missing.

It was a problem, and she was going upstream.

Just looking at this small box over and over again, I just feel hot in my heart, and I can't wait to open it immediately to see what's inside.

"Can……"

Sera handed over a screwdriver, and Zhengyi realized that he had actually spoken his thoughts.

"Uh, that's not what I meant..."

"It's okay, it's more intuitive to disassemble one directly than I can explain."

Sera nodded at him, then buried himself in various simulations on the terminal.

Her current goal is to create a box—more than half of it has been completed, and then she wants to use the box to suppress the power of the Red King.

Now that he knows about Zhou Fangzun's problem, Sera will solve it.

Turning her mind, Sera remembered a dream she had had not so long ago.

On that mild Christmas Eve, Selah's dreams were not so gentle.

She appeared on a piece of scorched earth with bare feet, which was different from the original dream. She seemed to be able to feel the scorching temperature, the kind of power that wanted to destroy everything.

There was only a small speck of that scarlet sunset, but it was still bright and dazzling.

"Sierra..."

Someone called her that, Sera looked up, but no one appeared.

"Sera!"

When she opened her eyes, she realized that she had fallen asleep in Bai Lan's arms holding the documents.

"If you are tired, go to rest first?"

"It's okay..." She turned her head, and reached out her hand to touch the area under Bailan's right eye, which was completely clean. "Maybe it's because I haven't drunk much."

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What will you do after becoming a leader?

Sierra: Get your friends to work with you.

Zhengyi: I thank you...

Who can refuse an internship certificate and a monthly salary of 50 yen including food and housing! (The average monthly salary of neon regular workers is about 33 yuan. The recent message has the illusion that I have become a claw-pinching robot (bushi

The following is the list of thanks, because it is a deposit, so sometimes there will be a little delay in thanks orz...

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