Star Iron: I picked up a secretary at the beginning of March 7th

"Phew, I'm exhausted." Hualin couldn't help but start complaining as soon as he came out of the Book of Abnormalities, "Those big eyes make me feel... huh? Netzach again Drank too much?"

Hua Lin had just finished complaining when he saw Netzach falling asleep with his face on the book. But even though Netzach was sleeping soundly, he still held a can of beer tightly in his hand.

"Eh? It's Lord Hua Lin, are you finished yet?" Seeing Hua Lin's return, the assistant secretary of the art department quickly stood up to say hello. After noticing that Hua Lin's eyes had been fixed on Netzach, he quickly explained: " Ah, I'm sorry, Master Netzach has caused you trouble."

"No, no, no, it's okay." Seeing that the Assistant Secretary was so polite, Hua Lin was embarrassed to continue to complain about Netzach, so he sat down with him and asked him: "Speaking of which, what book did Netzach come here to find? ." "A book about emotions."

"..."

Let's just say, can you listen to what you just said? Come to the emotional level to find books about emotions. Isn’t this nonsense?

"Ah, when Mr. Netzach was studying a painting, he was a little confused about the emotions contained in it, so he came to you to read some books." As if he had reacted and said nonsense, the assistant secretary quickly explained. .

"That's it..." "Master Hualin, do you want to come and see this painting? Maybe you can tell the emotion in this painting." "...I'm sorry, although I am very I want to help, but a thousand people have a thousand ideas, and maybe the feelings I see will mislead your Lord Netzach." Hua Lin declined politely, and the assistant secretary didn't say anything more after seeing this, and thanked him. Continue reading the book.

Hualin was clearing his desk, and his assistant secretary was sorting books beside him. It was quiet and nice. until......

"Hua Lin~~~ Come and pick up the books." Roland held a stack of books and pushed open the door to the emotional level. There were so many books that Roland couldn't even see the way ahead.

"Come on, come on." Seeing Roland struggling to come over, Hua Lin walked over slowly and calmly and picked up... a book.

"Hey, what about the relationship between our colleagues? Come on, share at least half of it for me." Roland said angrily and helplessly, waking up Netzach who was sleeping next to him.

"Hiccup~ It's Roland. Just put the book aside. I'll go to work later." Netzach raised his head drunkenly. After seeing Roland coming over with a pile of books, he mistakenly thought that the emotional layer was his own. The art layer, then he lay on the table and said sleepily.

"Netzach? Why is he here?" With Hualin's "help", Roland put the book on the table with great effort, and asked Hualin before he sat down to rest.

"All works of art contain emotions. Some of his emotions are elusive, so he came to my place to read and look up information." Hualin replied casually, then conjured a glass of water and handed it to Roland, "Drink some water?"

"Thank you." Without thinking, Roland took the water Hualin handed him and took a big sip, and then...

"Pfft-cough, cough...what did you add? Why does it taste so weird?" "A little salt and lemon juice. It's good for your current body, believe me." Hualin said He replied without changing his expression, almost making Roland furious.

"You call this a little lemon juice? I almost thought it was white vinegar!" "There is no white acetic acid." "You still know how sour it is!" Roland grabbed Hua Lin and forced the remaining liquid into Hua Lin. Forest.

Hualin closed his mouth tightly and refused to open it. Even when Roland poured out all the water in the cup, Hualin didn't drink a drop.

"(Urban expletive), no, you have to get me some beer today, just as compensation for me." Seeing Roland's furious expression, Hualin couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, making Roland even more angry. .

"Okay, okay." Although Roland's hair-blasting look was funny, Hualin still knew enough was enough, "I'll conjure it up for you." As he said that, a can of beer appeared in Hualin's hand.

Roland reached out to take it, but Hualin quickly put it behind his back. After feeling Roland's puzzled gaze, Hualin quickly asked: "Can't you conjure beer?"

"It used to be possible, but..." Roland sighed and said without interest, "Since the last time I had a high with Netzach, Angela has deprived me of the right to take things from the light." ". .....Should."

Hualin didn't know whether Roland's words were true or not, so he turned around, put the beer in his hand in front of Netzach, turned around and said to Roland: "Since Angela did this, it means I don't want you to drink, so I will Listen to our curator, I won’t give you any more wine.”

"One code equals another, Angela is Angela, you are you. I can still drink the wine you gave me." Roland slowly approached Netzach, and then quickly took the beer. Hualin saw this and wanted to stop Hualin, but unfortunately he was a step too late.

"It's so good~~~" Roland opened the can happily, raised his head and drank it. When Hualin saw this, he quickly turned around and ran away, and then...

"Pfft, Hua Lin!!! You really need to change the vinegar for me!!!"

Even though Hualin had already rushed to the door of the natural layer, Roland could clearly hear Roland's angry words.

"Tch, it's white vinegar, I just put less lemon juice for you." Hualin commented with disdain, and then continued walking downstairs.

The golden natural layer, the dark green art layer, here comes the dark green literature...

Ok?

Hualin looked at the green door in front of him with a blank expression. Did he remember it wrong? Didn't you go through the art layer just now?

Hualin scratched his head and after confirming that the door in front of him was the door of the art floor, Hualin continued walking down. Then, there is the dark green door again!

Hualin rubbed his eyes and took a breath after confirming that he had read correctly. "A ghost beating the wall? No, no, this is the library, could it be..." Hua Lin hesitantly pushed open the door in front of him. Behind the door was not the art floor, nor the literature floor, but Angela's office. .

"Oh, my curator." After confirming that all this was Angela's handiwork, Hualin complained helplessly, "If you want to see me, just come to me directly or teleport me directly here. Let's not mess with these underworlds. Goodbye."

"It's not my fault that someone has been ignoring my invitations." Angela looked at Hualin and said calmly, which made Hualin recall what Roland said to him before.

"Ahem, um, aren't you going to suppress the abnormality? I wonder what the curator wants to talk to me about." Hua Lin turned his head and asked cautiously, feeling guilty. Angela suddenly felt a headache, but she still answered Hualin's question.

"E.G.O."