Chapter 66 Brother, Yu Ni Bo Bo will always follow you
66.
【You have exited the game】
You take off your helmet and tap the bedside alarm clock:
20:00
If you count on your fingers, you have only played for an all-nighter and 12 hours. As a sudden death player, as long as you don't die suddenly, you win!
Your stomach makes protesting sounds and you weakly crawl from the bedroom to the kitchen.
When you squat in the kitchen, subconsciously want to take out the frying pan to knead a delicious hq food, you remember that you are no longer in the game.
Recall your real-life cooking skills—according to historians, this may be history.
What else can I do? Order takeout.
However, this is a simple and honest rice flower shop. If you want to get the takeaway quickly and safely, you have to pay extra.
"Your takeaway has been placed at the designated location. If you are satisfied, please give Mr. Fanzawa a five-star review."
After receiving a takeaway text message, you open the retractable micro telescope and observe through the cat's eyes - there is no one in front, on the side, or at the staircase, and the smart butler has not detected any strange faces. Great, safe!
You carefully opened the door a little, stretched out your right hand which was full of defensive items, and quickly took the takeaway bag back into the house.
It was a close call. I almost starved to death.
You can't wait to open the takeout box, and quickly use the super soft black spoon to scoop a mouthful of rice into your mouth. The next second, you put on a mask of pain, and you don't know whether to eat the rice in your mouth or not:
It's so unpalatable that it's criminal level!
This chef hasn't been fired yet, his rice krispie survival experience must be top-notch.
The picky taste of the Honmaru chef team is totally unacceptable, and in the end you can only throw the takeaway and the lunch box into the trash can and compromise by choosing instant noodles.
This won't work.
You slurp the noodles, drink the instant noodle soup, and burp something that tastes like seasoning. You have to think of a way to hire a chef to cook two dishes for you.
“Buzz——”
[You have new messages, please check in time]
At this point, who will send you a message?
[Dad’s straight-haired boss: Tomorrow at 8 o’clock, same place]
Oh, it’s my eldest brother!
After your father got into trouble, your father's boss, who had little contact with you at first, suddenly started contacting you and regularly asking about your life - how to put it, it felt like he was raising some kind of electronic hamster, and when he remembered, he would throw a bunch of food (money) in front of you, and occasionally open the cage to let you out for a walk (taking you out to play with bodyguards).
Well, time is scary, you imitate the other party's bodyguard and call him big brother, and he doesn't object, so you just assume that he agrees. It's just that I always forget to change the note on my phone, and I feel that if the big brother sees it, I will be beaten...
This kind of treatment always makes you wonder if your father is the illegitimate son of a company executive. How could a boss treat the children of his deceased subordinates in this way?
You asked in eldest brother's Porsche. He sneered and used brief words to attack your father from all sides about how useless he was. As eldest brother was so murderous, you wisely kept silent and dared not ask any more questions. But the fact that your father was just an ordinary drug salesman was recognized by eldest brother.
Big brother hasn't contacted you for a while, and you almost forgot about him... Well, anyway, it's time for big brother to take you out for a ride again, right?
【：Okay big brother, no problem big brother. 】
After taking a look at the leftover bowl of instant noodles, you timidly sent another message.
【：Big brother, can you find me a personal chef? Please, kind-hearted big brother＼(`Δ')／】
*
The black Porsche stopped downstairs of the apartment building on time.
You got into the back seat, sitting in your seat obediently and stiffly - Big Brother prefers quietness, and I hope that Big Brother will not hit you on the head if you do something wrong because you have been quiet in the car today.
You don’t even dare to ask where we’re going, just go wherever big brother takes you.
Last time, your elder brother took you to the company for a physical examination. After knowing that you had anemia and liver deficiency, he showed a very disgusted expression, and asked the bodyguard to come to your house the next day and brought you a bunch of red dates and beef liver - well, because he can't cook, it was rotten and smelly.
But has your hair grown longer? What shampoo does your hair use? Why is it so soft and tangle-free? Is such thick hair natural? Didn’t your dad say that your hair is basically 007? How do you take care of your hair? I really want to ask...
Gin turned his head and saw you with a painful expression, he looked away and said calmly: "What are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering what shampoo my brother uses..." Damn it! You quickly covered your mouth. How did you blurt it out?
Vodka, who was driving in front, heard your question and couldn't help but swerve. Seeing that Gin didn't say anything, he replied in a rough voice: "What big brother uses... what big brother uses is of course confidential!"
"Oh, I see..." It's the company's secret shampoo, right? After all, it's a pharmaceutical company, so it's easy to combine hair growth water and shampoo into one, right? That's great, you also want to use this shampoo...
Hair loss always occurs after liver pain.
"Then... then, big brother, can I join the company?" You looked at Gin hesitantly, "Does your company use wine as its nickname? So fashionable..."
The atmosphere in the car suddenly changed.
"Heh..." Gin took out a cigarette and was about to light it up and make some sarcastic remarks, but then he remembered that you didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he took the cigarette back with a frustrated attitude, "What can you do?"
Big brother, you are such a kind-hearted big brother. I am so touched! You must follow me for the rest of your life.
"Brother, my university major is biopharmaceuticals, it's a suitable major!" Although his current job is a otaku who makes a living on accident compensation and his parents' inheritance.
“Although I haven’t been to the laboratory for many years, I still have a deep impression of the experimental operations.” For example, when you are giving a drug injection to a mouse, the panicked mouse poops in your palm, and finally the mouse vomits and poops, and your grade for the class is zero.
"So I can join Big Brother's company, get the same shampoo as Big Brother, and get a super cool code name?" You're not sleepy when it comes to code names. "I've already thought of it, Big Brother. I want it to be Taro Bobo Tipsy Milk Tea with Three-point Sweetness and Custard."
Vodka in front of him looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated: "You... your code name is quite similar to your father's."
"Is this true?" You widened your eyes in surprise. Your father, a drug dealer, actually has a code name? Damn, he didn't even tell you.
"Yes, his code name is..." Vodka paused, "Yangzhi Ganlu Flavored Whiskey Sparkling Wine." How did this code name BOSS pass...
"Damn it, I lost!" You pounded the chair in frustration, "Why is his code name more mature than mine?" With this slightly adult and mature flavor, your Taro Bobo lost!
"Is there...?" Vodka was so shocked that his sunglasses dropped a little.
You ask back: "No?"
"That's enough." Gin glanced over at you, and you and Vodka stopped your meaningless argument at the same time.
"Okay big brother, no problem big brother, where are we going big brother?"
This vodka knows. He shows a manly smile, controls the steering wheel, drifts handsomely, and answers you: "Hakodate."
Hakodate, Hakodate, you are familiar with this, very familiar with it, the 1-1 battlefield... Oh, the real Hakodate, then I am not familiar with it.
Your fingers scratch the surface of the chair unconsciously.
I don't know what the Home NPCs are doing now.
*
The swordsmen of Honmaru are gathering in the square to hold the first All-Blades Conference. The protagonist being discussed is you who is not in Honmaru.
"So..." Hasebe Yasaki, who was presiding over the meeting, said seriously, "Everyone knows that the Lord has accepted a new mission in the political arena, right?"
"It doesn't matter what happens to us..." Kashuu Kiyomitsu blew on his freshly painted nails, "As long as we can promise that our master will love us, isn't that enough?"
Current affairs tasks and the like, are there no pressure at all for the master?
"How can this be possible?!" Yaki Hasebe protested fiercely, "As the master's sword, of course I must understand the master's mission!"
He turned around, lost in an unknown fantasy, a rippled smile on his face, and the entire blade began to twist, "The Lord's praise, the Lord's love, the Lord's trust... all, all will be mine to crush Hasebe..."
Rantoshiro leaned close to Catfishtail Toushiro's ear and said in a loud voice, "Hasebe is so disgusting right now."
Still dreaming that you can monopolize the master's favor? Bah, dream on!
Catfish Tail Toushirou replied with the same posture and voice: "That's right!"
Want the master's attention? How can you possibly snatch the power of Toushirou by merely suppressing Hasebe?
"Ahem..." Yakiri Hasebe cleared his throat and changed the subject. "Anyway, with the help of Nagayoshiden, we got the information about the relevant mission." He placed the documents on the table.
"The current government has detected a new world, and at the same time, it has detected fluctuations in space-time erosion. Without the assistance of the Inquisitors, the new world may be destroyed by erosion."
"The Lord probably won't read the document..." Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi sighed and projected the prepared PPT behind him, "The new world is not an ordinary world. In that world, there is more than one kind of energy system... What needs to be paid special attention to are those psychics with the same name as the literary giant..."
The blades below listened to the civil servant's explanation which sounded like a company report. At first, they were able to concentrate fully, but as they listened, some of them began to lose focus, talk nonsense, and fall asleep in their seats - except for the conspicuous main controllers, who took out their notebooks and carefully wrote down what they thought were the key points of knowledge.
"...The above is not the main point." After finishing the 28-page PPT, Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi took off his glasses and drank a sip of tea. "The main point is that as a swordsman, I accompanied my master to complete the mission of the first unit of the Blade Selection."
Now, those who were dozing off, distracted and gossiping all became alert.
"In the interest of fairness—" Yamaubakiri Nagayoshi signaled Nanquan Ichimonji to push out the resources, "Let's roll the knife."
"The first team blade selection for each day's rotation will be determined according to the order in which the golden sword equipment is obtained."
…
"Damn it——Why is it like this?!" Yakiri Hasebe fell to the ground in defeat, holding the 50th Company Green Sword Suit. "Lord, I have failed you..."
"Mr. Hasebe... No... Don't lose heart..." Gokotai came over with Tiger in his arms to comfort him, "There's still... There's still a chance..."
"Wrong, retreat." Catfishtail Toushirou pointed to the black ash beside him, "In fact, Hasebe already has the 100th company, and the rest are all failed swords."
"Then...what's wrong?" Yakiri Hasebe stood up shakily and clenched his fist firmly, "My love for the Lord is more than a hundred rounds!"
"...No, for the sake of the master's charcoal, Hasebe, please give up for now."
Finally, the final cut of Hasebe was scheduled for the last day.
It's okay, it's okay, the other blades don't know... Hasebe Yasaki, who knelt on the ground, smiled with a plan. What's the first unit? He will be by the Lord's side throughout the whole process.
As the master's dog!!