Chapter 10 Work

Chuchu Bird is compact in stature, and Mingfengque is much taller than him.

He tried to raise his head, his obsidian-black eyes were filled with shock, not blinking.

The young man holding him in his arms had white hair and golden eyes, his eyes slightly curved, and his smile was as ethereal and gentle as the snow in spring.

However, he carried two swords on his back, one to save the world, the other to kill. The swords were transparent, both emitting a silvery-white light. Even when the swords were sheathed, the cold and indifferent sword intent still flowed quietly.

It looks very dangerous.

With a bad premonition approaching, Chu Qingkong began to think rapidly about the consequences of swearing.

While cursing someone normally wouldn't be a big deal, the main god's space has strict rules for the system. Negative emotions are prohibited during work, and insulting others is strictly prohibited. Not only is cursing others forbidden, but cursing the main god himself is also prohibited. If insults are reported, the system itself will have performance points deducted, and the system will also receive the emperor's treatment, with the number displayed on the screen in the main hall for a month. This is simply called public punishment.

Ah! I'm so embarrassed!

Chuchu Bird shuddered and flapped its wings fiercely: "Host, host, don't worry about these little things. I can praise you a few words to cheer you up, chirp, chirp."

Ming Fengque: "What?"

As Chuchu Bird spoke, it flapped its wings and flew back, keeping a distance. "You can talk to animals! That's amazing! You must be a Disney princess—chirp!!"

He was lifted up by slender fingers.

Ming Fengque looked at him calmly with no expression on his face.

Although he didn't know what Disney was, the word "princess" was not a good word to describe him.

Chuchu bird fluttered its wings in despair: "Chirp chirp chirp——"

Damai!

However, in general, the system cannot disobey the host's reasonable requests.

then.

The blue light like the bright moon rippled in circles, and then the ripples disappeared, and the Chuchu bird turned into the Chuqing sky.

The boy has a fair face, watery eyes, and a bit of childishness, which makes people feel soft and favorable at first sight - he doesn't look like someone who would curse.

Ming Fengque lowered his eyes slightly. If he hadn't just heard how he cursed people, he would have been fooled by him.

A slender hand rubbed the top of his head.

He also had long, soft white hair, but it was not pure white. The sunlight filtered through the treetops and fell on the ends of his hair, presenting a clear azure color, like the clear sky after a light rain.

His fingertips shuttled through his hair, finally landing on the back of his neck and pressing lightly.

Chu Qingkong blushed slightly, coughed lightly, blinked his eyes, and began to play innocent: "What, did I just say something? It seems like the file was lost, and there is no code for this memory."

Ming Fengque smiled, unmoved, and said calmly, "Really? Then think about it again."

"Okay," Chu Qingkong said, as if thinking seriously, "it seems like there is such a thing... Woo woo woo, how could someone curse at me? That's too much."

His eyes turned into watery pancakes as he looked around: "Who! Who is cursing? Who on earth has a copy of 'The Complete Collection of Curses and Dirty Words' in the system space?! It has nothing to do with me..."

Ming Fengque: "Your attitude in admitting your mistakes isn't very correct."

Chu Qingkong looked pitiful and followed suit: "Okay, I was wrong."

He observed the host's expression and spoke tentatively, "Excuse me, I can explain—after all, I'm a system that has to go to work. You know, if you work every day, it's normal for your quality to be a little low."

Ming Fengque: “…”

He is really a serious and hard-working worker.

Chu Qingkong: "So the host——"

Before she could finish her words, a jade-like finger was pressed against her lips.

Chu Qingkong: “!”

The coldness and oppression in front of his lips made him shut up immediately.

Ming Fengque's eyes dimmed slightly.

The fingers felt an extremely delicate touch, slightly cool, soft and moist, like a soft cloud, or like a dandelion flying lightly in the wind.

Ming Fengque paused: "Will there be a next time?"

“Next time…” Chu Qingkong’s expression changed to “のの”, “No more, no more, wuwawawawa.”

His core code began to fluctuate, and with his remaining sanity, he struggled to ask one last question: "So, host, will you report me? No!!"

Ming Fengque: “…”

Ming Fengque: “?”

…

This week has been really rough.

Chu Qingkong put on a mask of pain and sighed.

He left the cultivation world and returned to the main divine space, where he slowly worked on his code. It was only considered to be running normally when it could process over 10 trillion pieces of data per second.

Then he glanced at the time and began to rush to work on the work reports of the three hosts.

As a system, he had to submit work reports to each host every week. While most people would write one, he had to write three. While most people would leave work, he worked day and night.

"The Infinite Flow World is this report, the Fantasy World is the one next to it, and the Cultivation World is the last one..."

"Well, this week's work needs to be clearly written down one by one..."

"Ahhh, there's also the completion status and experiences, ahhh, so much..."

“Have you made any progress on your KPIs this week? Yes…”

Chu Qingkong wrote furiously.

When he wrote about his experience, he paused and his expression became a little conflicted.

This week! There weren't many good things going on! Code fluctuations alone occurred twice. His host had no idea how time-consuming and labor-intensive it was to sort out the core code. It just kept tormenting him all day long!

Chu Qingkong bit his pen.

Suddenly, his thoughts drifted away, and he felt more urgent than ever to change jobs.

Damn. This system job is really not something that ordinary people can do. It's so complicated and tiring, and the host is annoying. I really want to change jobs.

But there's no way to change jobs in the system. Essentially, the system is a collection of machines and code, with a complete set of operating procedures pre-programmed at the factory, designed to maintain the stability of the small plane. Assisting the host is its natural duty.

System layoffs and re-employment? The worst possibility is direct destruction, and the best outcome is returning to the main god space and becoming an NPC selling milk tea...

Hey, milk tea.

Chu Qingkong's eyes lit up and he quickly went to the system mall.

The System Mall, located in the center of the Main God Space, stood apart from the other areas. It was a magnificent ten-story building. It was like a high-end shopping mall, resplendent with gold and jade, and boasted a dazzling array of goods.

Most importantly, there is a whole floor of milk tea shops on the top floor.

Source of happiness!

He took the transparent sightseeing elevator all the way to the top floor, with a very clear goal.

Those who work in the main god space are NPCs.

He was at the shop with the longest queue. When it was his turn, the waitress greeted him with a smile: "Hello, welcome to the System Mall. What would you like to drink?"

Chu Qingkong glanced at the sign hanging high above him, then glanced at his own points balance. Seeing a string of zeros, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Apart from anything else, as the number one in the fault for a year in a row, he must be the system with the most points in the main god space.

It is still happy to earn points. Only the points earned belong to the workers. Points are not everything, but without points, you can't live without them.

“…”

NPC girl: "What do you mean?"

Chu Qingkong took a deep breath and said, "I want a whole store of milk tea."

NPC girl: “?”

Chu Qingkong showed his points card, which had a balance displayed on the second line.

NPC girl: “!!!”

Amid the stunned gazes of others, Chu Qingkong put on sunglasses and a mask, carried a large bag of milk tea, and returned home in a low-key manner.

We can’t let others know that A001, who ranks first on the list, actually likes sweets.

Maintain a stable image and hide well.

When the hosts have all grown up...

Chu Qingkong silently made up his mind: he would definitely take over the entire floor of milk tea! To celebrate!

…

He drank half of the milk tea on the way, as if he had drunk a whole box of wine in one breath, and returned to his large apartment, still feeling a little dizzy.

Then when I walked in, I saw that there was a pile of work reports on his desk like a mountain.

The form is not completed.

He was only halfway through his work, so he went out to catch some fish. After returning to his post, he still needed to continue completing his work.

Chu Qingkong: “…”

I really don't want to do this anymore.jpg

He propped up his head and continued working, barely able to hold the pen. His handwriting was so elegant and graceful he couldn't even recognize it. There was a lot of information to fill in, including the work process, results, and future plans.

——If it were his normal self, he would be able to easily remember all this information in the blink of an eye. But now he felt a little dizzy and needed to take another look at his hosts.

Chu Qingkong opened the system working interface.

A translucent panel, deep blue like the vast universe, quietly unfolded in the living room. Within three golden frames, representing different worlds, were small square images, each depicting his host.

Sorted by time, the first world is the cultivation world that I visited most recently.

At the top of the mountain, the cry of a phoenix, coming from nowhere, echoes endlessly in the sky.

The white-haired young man was dressed in a white satin robe, with a pure and noble temperament. He continued to do the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" task that he had not been able to complete last time.

He bowed slightly and paid final respects to the ancient ruins left behind by the Phoenix Clan thousands of years ago.

He seemed to be enduring the backlash of the phoenix demon's body, with drops of cold sweat falling from his forehead. The pain was extreme, but his expression was extremely calm. The phoenix pattern on his back spread out, shining with golden light, holy and bright.

Chu Qingkong was slightly startled, suddenly remembering that Ming Fengque, once a disciple of the first sect, also had black hair like satin. It was after he awakened his Phoenix bloodline, and endured the backlash and fusion... that his hair turned white overnight.

The next moment.

The golden phoenix pattern on the boy's back shone brightly, and a pair of phoenix wings sprouted from the pattern. With a soft rustling sound, the wings spread fully, covering half the sky like a snow-white robe.

A gust of wind came, and the feathers fluttered and fell.

The bluebirds, sensing the phoenix's call, flocked over and circled around him, dancing gracefully with their songs.

This scene is so beautiful that it seems out of this world.

Chu Qingkong blinked.

Before he could react, the panel had automatically slid to the interface of the next world.

Infinite flow world, S+ copy, fog all over the sky.

Finally, the boss roared to the heavens, machete in hand. The unjustly killed ghost's bloodthirsty killing intent was terrifying. It chased out from the deep cave with a knife in hand, and its target was its host.

Shi Weizhi drew out the "Di Ru Chao" in his hand, and the sword intent was so strong that it was even stronger than that of the evil spirit.

He stood in front of the team members, wearing a white military uniform, with a tall figure and a straight posture, like an unshakable sharp blade.

The night wind lifted her long white hair, and her light purple eyes were as cold as ice.

This is the strongest weapon and the strongest person in the infinite world.

The next world.

The largest casino in the fantasy world was dark and flickering, and fell into unprecedented chaos, with screams and sounds of smashing and smashing echoing everywhere.

The black-haired boy was wearing a long, flowing, light-colored robe with his long sleeves slightly gathered. His expression was gentle, like a faint, bright moon halo.

He seemed completely unconcerned with the chaos around him, standing alone in the middle of the scene. Within a four-foot radius, no one dared to approach.

Pei Ci slightly curved his red tea-colored eyes and hit the last dice in his hand on the table.

After a slight sound, the whole audience fell silent.

——Complete victory.

In the eyes of others, he was like an evil ghost from hell.

Chu Qingkong: “…”

He stared at it blankly, his heart skipping a beat.

——Seems a little moved.

Suddenly I don’t want to change jobs anymore.

He glanced back at the remaining half bag of milk tea he had brought back, mechanically opened the bag, took out another cup, opened it, inserted the straw, and put it into his mouth.

The sweetness flows into the throat and penetrates into the heart.

...Da meeyo. Systematic work isn't entirely useless.

The milk tea here is quite delicious, and the host works very hard.

You'd better stay.