After Becoming a Little Sister

A new day, a new sun.

Xiao Ai never thinks that there is nothing terrible about being tired. After all, she only needs to sleep. Before going to bed, she can do some calisthenics and drink a glass of milk, so she can never leave the pressure for the next day. Even the doctors said she was perfectly healthy.

Uh...not the old dean's kind of doctor, Xiao Ai is a little afraid of the old dean now.

The main reason was that I cheated her old man last night—the first aid for the motorcycle woman is not just about being injured, it also involves the mutation of some blood-borne virus-transformed original organisms. There are only a handful of experts in the entire Blue Star who are qualified to touch these things It can be counted, and in addition to strength, it also needs relevant authority. The old director is probably the only one here who can dispose of these secrets at will without being supervised.

Because during the wars of the last century, she had already proved her loyalty to the country and her love for life with her own character. To be honest, I don’t know how many giants or their parents are all in her care. Rescued from the battlefield with his own hands, it's a life-and-death friendship.

If it is said that the face fruit ability of the real mother is large in quantity, then the face fruit ability of the old director is strong in quality. She even gets special greetings from Taiye Pool every year when she celebrates her birthday. The medical and health system of the entire Republic has three Two-thirds of them had to be respectfully called teacher, and the remaining one-third had to be called dean honestly.

Only a person of her level can not care about the influence or being speculated by others, and generously guide the black doctor in the slums to perform a special "treatment" across space, and treat a semi-finished monster that is on the verge of transforming the original body Pull back to the world again.

What is technology?This is called technology.

Putting it in any country is a secret among secrets. If you want to see the details, you have to report at least three times for approval.

Classmate Xiao Ai tricked the old dean in this way, and asked her to pass on this part of her skills to a doctor who came out of nowhere. One of the elders of the Zongmen taught the secret medical skills of the Zongmen to a third-rate wandering doctor, and the serious consequences can be imagined.

Fortunately, it is a society ruled by law, otherwise the members of the Discipline Hall who cleaned up the door are probably already on their way.

"If you don't poke the needle, the environment here won't poke—"

Holding up his mobile phone, student Xiao Ai posted on Moments as if he had just woken up, showing his side of a little fairy who has no power to restrain a chicken.

What did the tyrant last night have to do with him?

I am just an eggplant enjoying life...

Lianhua came out of the room yawning, her thin pajamas were blown by the cold wind from the balcony, and she was shocked immediately: "Wow - it's so cold!"

Then she hugged Aliya's back as she said it was cold, like hugging a large stove pillow: "Aya is so strange, it's warm in winter and cool in summer..."

"Am I an air conditioner?" Aliya put away her mobile phone and scratched her face: "I'm done with the busy time, and I can have a good time. Why don't we go to see the customs of Nanbang today?"

She really didn’t feel guilty when she said this—looking out from the high-rise balcony of the hotel, gray smoke columns are still rising in the downtown area of ​​Nanbang, and the whole city seems to have experienced a natural disaster. If you look carefully, you will find that no one is happy, whether it is the flow of people or the people who are walking in a hurry.

Under the current environment of Busan, this hotel is as incredible as a paradise, and it has not received any invasion at all.

Just when Alia and Lianhua were discussing whether to go to Gyeonggi-do or other places, the muscular sister Guiaige knocked on the door: "Miss Fu, Miss, there are guests looking for you—"

"No!" Aliya was researching the travel itinerary vigorously, and rolled her eyes when she heard this: "It makes us look like we are picking up passengers, let him go!"

guest?What guests can I have in Nanbang?

It is nothing more than those who know their identities come to flatter or curry favor or even beg for mercy.

Although a group of people were killed last night, there were still some guys who couldn't get up and down who clearly saw their performance.

Those guys can't reach the threshold of the chaebol at the top, and they feel that they and the common people are two completely separated classes, so sometimes they are more unscrupulous than the chaebol who stand at the higher level of the food chain—or insidious Next work.

She didn't clean up these guys, it was already to Nan Bang's face, if it was put in another world, the three guards would have to tell them what the Night of the Long Knives was and what it meant to clean the house.

"This..." Muscular sister Gui Aige hesitated a bit: "This guest is a bit special, I'm afraid it's better for you to meet me, miss."

"Who is the one who has a special status? Everyone has a special status. Is there any end to this day? I—"

Aliya mumbled and walked out of the door, but after opening the door of the room, she immediately froze there.

Because there was a man with a good face standing outside the room. Although his hair was gray, he did not look old. He was dressed in a well-fitting suit, and his round glasses made him look like a scholar. Politicians, although everyone who knows him knows that he is almost 70 years old, but based on his appearance, he looks more like a middle-aged man in the prime of his 40s and 50s.

"Excuse me, is your Excellency Miss Alia?" the man asked with a gentle smile.

"..." Aliya looked around the corridor, and there were no extra people. I don't know if it was cleared away or the other party was low-key. There was only a white-clothed nun in a wheelchair sitting at the entrance of the corridor not far away. There was a stall on his knees, and he looked at this side calmly, as if he had seen through everything.

You get it again!Is this also your arrangement?

Aliya rolled the eyes of Teddy in white calmly, then took a breath and exhaled, adjusted her mentality, and stretched out her hand: "I didn't expect you to come here, this is not what you should where it appeared."

"Haha, I'm just a person who likes Go very much, and I'm just here to visit the national player of the Republic, Daoist Wuchen. Her Go skills are the best in both the Republic and our side. I admire her very much. she."

The man shook hands with her, and said with a meaningful smile: "But compared to Taoist Master Wuchen, I'm more surprised that you, Miss Ai, are really talented people from generation to generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years... "

His Mandarin is not standard, but when it comes to the last line of the poem, the words are correct and fluent.

This shows that he is an old-school Nanbang person—that is, those who received traditional Mandarin language and character education, and established their own cognitive system and basic knowledge accumulation before Nanbang became what it is now.

Such a person has the simplest characteristic, that is, he has lived through the changes of many eras in Nanbang, and has deeper insights into the troubled times and the future of the country than young people, and sometimes he will not just because of the slightest interest in front of him It becomes short-sighted, and those who do great things and sacrifice their lives for small gains happen to be those who have not seriously studied the basis of history and reality, and only look at things with their own one-sided views.

Otherwise, in the identity of the other party, even if seeing Aliya at this moment is not gnashing of teeth, at least it should show hatred.

But he didn't—not only didn't he, he even warmly invited Alia to go and see more and play in Nanbang for a while.

In the end, he gave Aliya a gift before leaving. Aliya watched the half-heavenly hunk walk into the elevator, and then lowered her head and glanced at the box in her hand: "Could it be a bomb?" ?”

"Although they have a bad relationship with the military in Nanbang, they represent the entire Gwanghwamun after all. If they really want to transfer troops back from the central border of the peninsula, they can do it." The Taoist nun in white moved forward in a wheelchair: " What do you think about it?"

"Impressions?" Aliya stroked her chin and thought for a while. "The general idea is that...the Asia-Pacific monster house has a characteristic, that is, it is rich in old foxes. It is true to say that an old man in a family is like a treasure."

Back in the Soviet Union, all the old foxes were gone. The short-sighted guy from the top of the map sent the unbreakable alliance to meet with Comrade Tie Hammer. Nan Bang's life is not bad this time.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, not only Nanbang, but also the old fairy from Asan, Duterte from Sulu, and An Jin from this book, can be regarded as qualified tinkerers in a sense, at least not The so-called 'Holy Lord Mingjun' who destroyed the foundation of the ancestors.

The Taoist nun in white didn't want to express her opinion on these matters, because she was also a member of the old foxes. Although she looked very young, the three sisters in Huanxiguan were now qualified Obasang, and a certain bright-eyed and white-toothed Compared with Little Fairy, there is simply an order of magnitude difference.

"It's Go." She said so, motioning for Aliya to open the gift box.

The packaging of the gift box is not luxurious. Aliya removed the outer packaging with her bare hands, and then took out a wooden box from the inside—it was indeed a game of Go, and it was a suit with a chessboard. This wooden box had an exquisite woodworking mechanism. , when opened, it is a square chessboard, and when folded inward, it is a small box that can hold chess jars.

Aliya was quite interested in this structure, played with it a few times, and then gave the chess box to the priest in white: "This box is quite fun, I use it to decorate small sundries, data cables, screwdrivers, pliers, etc. of."

The Taoist nun in white opened the chess jar and looked at it: "This is the set of chess pieces that Shi Buddha used to play when he won the Grand Slam."

"Oh... you like it, you can take it, I'm not interested in playing chess." Aliya heard her voice, but who is not an old reading comprehension player?He spoke as if he had never received the great nine-year compulsory education.

After another two generations, the reading comprehension skills of those who came from the 12-year compulsory education will probably be stronger.

The Taoist nun in white was silent for a few seconds, then smiled: "Then let me keep it for you, it will be yours from now on."

"You might as well give it to Xiong Xiong, do I have these things? You see, this box is very good, and it suits my taste." She weighed the small box made of not-so-precious wood: "I, what do you want?" Stuff is purely for fun, no collectivism."

"You don't like playing chess?" The Taoist nun in white just looked at her like this, with deep eyes: "You don't care about the thinking when making a move, and the happiness after winning?"

"I know how to play chess, but it's not necessary." Aliya smiled youthfully and beautifully: "Nowadays people are all about fast-paced entertainment, I can't calm down, just have fun, and I will probably be quiet when I get old. Return to the stage of slow-paced entertainment like playing chess."

"Successful, but it is something that other people dream of."

"Oh, is this considered heaven?"

"... also." The Taoist nun in white was very pleased, and then stretched out her hand to her: "Then you give me the box too, the set looks comfortable."

Aliya shrugged, and gave her the box together indifferently: "Take it back and just put it like this? As a collection?"

"Maybe it will be used, but it will take a little time. After all, it is not my own thing, and it will take a while to get familiar with the feel, but it is better than nothing, isn't it?"

"That's right, let's get to know each other slowly."

"If—" the Taoist nun in white closed the small box, as if remembering something: "If you wanted to play chess one day, who would you play with?"

"Who knows?" Aliya shook her head: "I still say that, I'm not interested in playing chess."

What I prefer is to flip the chess table directly, and then grab it and blow the opponent's head. This is what a reckless person should do.

As for the addition of Quanzhi, it is the invincible legion leader, what does it have to do with me?

Xiong Luoli sat on the shoulder of Muscular Sister Gui Aige and walked out of the room, hugging the latter's head like a sloth, her little head dozed off little by little, obviously not awake, while Muscular Sister Guiai Ge is carrying Lolita Xiong's red whale pillow, which doesn't look like it's time to go out.

As if sensing that someone was nearby, Xiong Luoli tried to open her eyes: "Ah...everyone—yawn—are all here...I'll go and see Nuannuan...Aige, let's go...when it's time to wake me up ..."

"Okay." The muscular sister Gui Aige nodded slightly to everyone, and walked calmly like an iron tower to the elevator.

"Speaking of which, how is that little girl?" Aliya looked at the Taoist nun in white as if she suddenly thought of something.

"Which one? Nuannuan?"

"No, the one with the left arm gone."

"Back to the island of worry-free."

"Eh? Did you go back?"

"After all, she is a child, and there is nothing she likes to play here. The climate is cold, and Worry-free Island is more suitable for her."

"When did you go back?"

"I went back that night when I came here, and went with the delivery plane." The Taoist nun in white smiled intriguingly: "She came that time, but she came out to meet you brothers and sisters when she was free."

Aliya narrowed her eyes slightly, and smiled after a long while: "Although I feel like I've been used as a gun, to be honest, I don't dislike this kind of plot... What do you want that child to do in the future?"

"You can do whatever she likes, we owe her." The Taoist nun in white thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Although the current training direction is to let her take over Yuko's job in the future, it is still a It depends on the child's own wishes."

"Okay, I hope the next time I see her, it won't be in this environment."

"as you wish."

……

……

"I really didn't expect to see you in this environment."

"... To be honest, I didn't expect it either."

The second son of Sansang—or he should be called the president of Sansang from today onwards. He looked at the girl in front of him with complicated emotions in his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Aliya blinked, and she folded her hands holding the fried dough sticks to protect her chest: "I tell you, I don't like men, don't give me that kind of love confession How to play, I will be angry, let me tell you!"

"..."

The second son Sansang looked around at the surrounding environment, and was a little unable to turn around for a while.

Of course it’s not because the environment here is so good, in fact, it’s because the environment here is so strange—it’s just a roadside stall.

Although Busan was a mess last night, people still have to eat well. They should live and work, and they start to get busy after getting up early. After the depression in the early morning, various areas in Busan are also a little more popular after the early morning depression.

And these roadside stalls happen to be the proof of their popularity. The steaming roadside carts, two or three simple low tables, and chairs like small benches, yelling at the boss for two servings of soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns and noodles. Plus the super cheap paper towels that everyone is familiar with.

Some places don't even provide paper towels, such as Luoyang, where it costs one yuan per pack, which is unimaginable.

The second son Sansang stayed up all night last night. After obtaining the 'permission' from Gwanghwamun, the first thing he did after finishing the business at hand was to come to the hotel, whether it was a visit or a bow. , After all, I came to humble myself, but I didn't expect to see the person I should have humbled on the way, who was sitting at a street stall eating breakfast.

Not just her, but others too.

Bernice from the Mellon Consortium, Jessica from the Greek Ship King's family, Zeppelin from the Randolph Group, two sisters from the Southeast Song family, a hot man who I can't see through, and last night's blazing sun Alicia...

He even wondered if he was hallucinating—was he dreaming?