I just want to be a regular writer

A commercial building in the center of Sendai City

"what......"

Shan Chengxian stood by the window of the office with a dull gaze, watching the ant-like flow of people downstairs, and sighed: "So sleepy..."

If I knew I would be called back to work suddenly, I would not stay overnight.

what.

This statement may have been applicable every day in the past, but "today" alone will not work.

Huiying didn't know where he went.

——'Does it still want to kill me?'

Shan Chengxian asked himself, but naturally he couldn't get a reliable answer.

After yawning, he turned around and stopped fishing and began to organize the papers on hand.

Speaking of...

I probably have to go to school tomorrow, and the progress of the last project is still 0-dying.

When Shan Chengxian thought of this, he felt that he might have to leave his dear gamers for a day or two.

Work is always boring.

Shan Chengxian does what he has at hand with little interest, and is distracted from time to time to check the time.

In fact, the sky outside is still bright, and the time from tomorrow in "His Rules" has to end at 4 AM tomorrow.But be optimistic. Generally speaking, it is safe to get home.

......

"Snapped!"

Shan Chengxian closed the papers in hand and stretched.

Time time.

He looked up at the lower right corner of the computer-PM04:58

"It's almost off work."

Shan Chengxian sorted out the cases in his hand, and got up after carefully confirming that there was no problem: "I don't know if I can charge for overtime..."

--Kidding.

Overtime pay is simply whimsical.

Instead of relying on overtime pay, it is better to expect the teacher to move the dead line a little further.

"Teacher, things are on your desk."

Shan Chengxian said softly, and pointed to the sports watch on his wrist: "It's off work, there is still 1 minute."

"Hello!"

The young psychiatrist was a bit speechless. He said with a smile and seemingly warning: "Generally speaking, I can put you on small shoes at this time."

Shan Chengxian blinked when he heard the words, and there was still no wave in his eyes that had been dull all night.

He folded his hands on his chest and said in a calm tone: "I'm very scared, the project report may have to be handed in next month."

"Really let your younger generations see you now."

The psychiatrist smiled and shook his head, and waved his hand: "Go away, give the report to me next Monday."

"Teacher, I am very honest. I will remember next Wednesday."

After that, Shan Chengxian didn't wait for a response from the psychologist, and walked away with him.

The psychologist who was left behind and Shan Chengxian's mentor was taken aback, took a deep breath, picked up the phone and sent a text message to Shan Chengxian-[It's Monday!Don't try to be fooled!

Shan Chengxian, who ran out of the counseling room, received the teacher's text message at the first time, and he chose to read it no longer.

——Isn’t it common sense that project reports and papers can be submitted one day or two days later?

Just kidding, Shan Chengxian will try his best to hand in the report next Monday.

Ok.

Do your best.

He stopped in front of the elevator, looked up at the number of floors displayed on the display above the elevator, and frowned impatiently.

——One to say, the current Shan Chengxian is particularly troubled.

He turned to look at the other two elevators, then sighed.

By coincidence, the other two elevators are under maintenance.

"Too unreasonable, the maintenance time should be staggered..."

Shan Chengxian muttered a few words in a low voice, then looked up and found that the only working elevator was still stopping and walking on the upper floors.

He turned and looked at the direction of the safe passage.

——But only the 8th floor, let's take the stairs.

Going downstairs is much easier than going upstairs, and it is not surprising that it will be much faster than the elevator.

Shan Chengxian ended his persuasion, turned the backpack behind him, and walked towards the safe passage.

The corridor was very quiet, and there was a subtle smell of smoke that I didn't know who left it.

"Da da da..."

With the sound of Shan Chengxian's brisk footsteps, the lights in the corridor lit up layer by layer.

He is going to take a taxi back.

So, Shan Chengxian took out his mobile phone while he was going downstairs-call a car in advance.

He didn't see that there was smoke in the dim corridor.

The smoke showed a strong gray under the warm yellow light. They gathered slowly and seemed to have the shape of a "human"-it should be very in a hurry, so it clearly has time to form a concrete human form in the future. He stretched out his hand toward Shan Chengxian's hurried back.

Today, "Snail Girl" is Shan Chengxian's bodyguard.