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"Aoki-kun?"

Aoki Nanzawa came back to his senses and handed over the homework to the class representative.

The school committee, Hayata Keiko, was a pretty girl, staring at his side face, blushing a little.

"The tuition fee for this semester will be paid soon," Hayata Keiko said with concern, "Aoki-kun, you..."

The high school that Aoki Nansawa attended is not well-known in Yokohama.

After graduating from junior high school, he abandoned Luoshan and chose here for two years.

The black-haired boy bent his eyes, smiled politely, and his eyes were clear.

The facial features are good-looking, and the skin tends to be cold and white, like jade.

"Okay, I will come and hand it in as soon as possible."

He smiled, even Hayata Keiko was a little dazed after getting used to it.

"Well," she said with concern, "If Aoki-kun has any difficulties, be sure to tell your teachers and classmates."

"Well, thank you."

Everyone in the class knows that Aoki-kun lives alone, and life is relatively difficult.

Although he helped him reduce part of the expenses, Aoki-kun still refused the support from his classmates and tried to raise money by himself.

Taking advantage of his lunch break, he took the time to look at the situation on the forum.

Since there are more active users than before, and he manages as the only one, things will become a lot more.

【Subject: I am also looking for a god judge today, welcome to sign up】

[Subject: The brigade is in the process of exchanging information, you can chat privately! 】

[Subject: The Armed Detective Agency is recruiting!Seeking beautiful women to realize life ideals[/heart]]]

It is clearly stipulated that advertisements are prohibited.

Do you think that changing the recruitment to "search" and "introduction" is not an advertisement?

The black-haired boy thought for a moment, but still did not delete the post.

There are too few users.

Among the group of newcomers who appeared out of nowhere, there were not many who were able to post well, and most of them were...strange.

The two most obvious are the "Spider Brigade" and "Beat the Enemy".

And the self-proclaimed "Token Fusangshin Recruiting God Judges", a large company that seems to have many people, is also active.

Especially the latter, they have been persistently hoping for him to apply for the position of a god judge recently, and they all say that he is "very suitable".

It really sounds like some scammer MLM organization.

As for the "Wu Jing" posted by suicide enthusiasts, forget it, they are obviously joining in the fun.

I don't know how many accounts he has, and he can make a comeback after blocking an account.

but…

After the back chef of the fast food restaurant where he worked before euphemistically expressed the need to fire him, his salary became precarious.

"Aoki-san, have you considered becoming a waiter? Your appearance will be very popular."

"If it's limited to the back kitchen, it's a waste of such a good looks, don't you think?"

"No...thank you, I'll look for another job."

Aoki Nanzawa shook his head and declined.He is not yet able to accept too much contact with strangers.

This kind of characteristic is not suitable for the service industry. If it is not difficult to find part-time jobs, he will not choose a job in the service industry.

Even passing by a tea restaurant for dinner, the black-haired boy hesitated for a second and chose to give up.

Mr. Zhongyuan gave him the dessert yesterday. He hasn’t finished it yet. It’s good to eat instant noodles at home. You can choose the pepper flavor.

Those who see it are sad, and those who hear it weep.

The poor are unbearable to hear.

"There is still a lot of money left to make up for the tuition fee. Do you want to find a part-time job?"

Aoki Nansawa sighed, subconsciously took out his phone and entered the forum.

After joining the newcomer from the forum, he looked at his mobile phone more frequently, after all, there are so many advertisements...

Advertising stickers?hiring?Have a salary?

[The altar owner Q privately chats with the host "Sword and Sword Pays the Sangshen"]

Altar Master Q: Hello, I would like to ask about the specific requirements for recruiting a god judge. Do I need to submit a resume?

[Altar host Q privately chats with the host "Travel Group"]

Forum owner Q: Hello, what does recruiting brigade members mean?Do you mean join the corporate team?

[Daojian Fusangshen sent a private chat]

The Sword Pays the Sangshen·Five Tigers: Ah!No, sorry, I'm not very clear!Please wait a moment, I just passed by and saw...

The reply was quick, a little flustered, it seems... unexpectedly it can appease social fear.

Aoki Nanzawa heaved a sigh of relief, and felt a subtle sense of relief from the other party's "reckless" behavior.

He carefully prepared his resume, thought about the basic introduction again, and stared at the phone screen seriously.

[Sword Fusangshen · Sanriyue:] That's it, are you interested in taking on the role of a god judge?

[Talk Master Q:] I want to apply, and the resume has been sent to you.

[Altar Master Q:] I want to ask if the workplace is online?Main job content, recruitment conditions, and...salary.

Aoki Nansawa was also a little embarrassed to ask about benefits before the negotiation was over.

But he is too short of money, if he doesn't grasp this opportunity well, he can only find a way to rely on his face for food.

It's the path I least want to try.

He waited for a while, waiting for a long voice.

The private stamp dialog box of the anonymous forum has a voice function, although Nanze has not received it for a long time.

He hesitated for a long time before he overcame his psychological resistance and poked.

Touken Fusangshen said in a gentle voice, "Hello, I am Tsukimune in Xiasankai. I am an employee of No. 622 Honmaru."

"The content of the job is relatively simple, and the time can be coordinated with you. The salary... How much does Aoki-kun want?"

"If you have the psychological range, we can also cooperate with the master."

This sound is like spring water, it's too much to hear.

If I have to say, I can do a CV, not the level of ordinary employees.

Mikazuki Zong sat near the courtyard corridor, Fusangshen in a dark blue hunting suit was magnificent.

He stared at the huge screen in the void in front of him.

Through the carefully written words, it seems that a little master can be depicted.

Staring here nervously, like a cat poking its head.

He didn't have to wait long before he received a voice message.

Fu Sangshen blinked the pupils that reflected the new moon, and opened them tentatively.

"Oh, my grandfather is not very good at these things," he shook his head, "It's a pity that there are not many conscious fusangshen in this pill."

With such a good treatment, the lord should be moved, right?

Even if Honmaru's current funds are really stretched, but there is no way...

The 16-year-old boy's voice is still a little green, like a milk cat.

"Because your company's wishes are too vague, I feel that it may not be very suitable for me."

A company like this that is easy to talk and has no rules and regulations is very unreliable at first glance.

Aoki Nanze firmly thought, he would never be so easy to deceive, maybe the liar company might have ulterior motives.

Was politely but decisively rejected.

Sanriyue Zongjin: "..."

There's a new voice over there soon.

"Thank you very much, because I'm still studying, I... Gululu."

The sound of hunger is so obvious in the empty courtyard that it even has an echo effect.

[Altar Master Q]: Sorry!Accidentally recorded it!

He didn't eat much at noon, and the instant noodles hadn't been opened yet, so he would inevitably be hungry.

But when such an accident happened while applying for a job, it was so rude!It's just an autistic scene.

San Riyue laughed: "My lord, you don't have to be polite."

"Haven't you had dinner yet?"

Fu Sangshen's dark pupils lingered for a while, then lightened up slightly, "Does your lord mind accepting a gift?"

"Although Honmaru is struggling financially, raising cubs, no, raising a meeting gift is still enough."

A few question marks were sent over there, as if they didn't understand what he meant.

Daojian Fusangshen smiled, adding a bit of beauty to his beautiful appearance.

"Then, please wait a moment, Mr. Qingmu," he said calmly, "I'll give it a try."

"This has nothing to do with the job, it's just a company offering...participation reward? Is that what it says?"

"In short, please wait a moment."

The other party said so in a clear and calm voice, Aoki Nanze had no room to refuse.

He is still a little curious, the names of these employees always feel strangely familiar, is it because the code names are all swords in history?

I always feel like I've seen it closer.

After not being dazed for a long time, the phone vibrated.

Seeing the situation above, Aoki Nanze slightly widened his eyes.

He just received a text message, and suddenly there was a sum of money in his bank account.

Not much, but it is enough for eating. Is this the meeting ceremony that Mr. Sanriyue said?

[Sword Fusangshen·Sankaiyue:] A little thought, Aoki-kun, please eat first

【Altar Master Q:】…Thank you, but there are really too many, I didn’t do anything

[Altar Master Q:] Cough, I don’t accept other arrangements

Posting advertisements in the forum still needs to be condemned and warned, even if the target is him.

[Sword Fusangshen · Sankaiyue:] It's not a lot of money, it's a little heart raised by Honmaru.

[Sword Fusangshen · Sankaiyue:] If Aoki-kun wants to thank you, please go buy dinner, so that the old man can feel at ease

"Old man"?Aoki Nanzawa noticed his wording accurately.

Since this title can be used, this crescent moon...

Could it be that I am a grandfather who is seven or eighty years old?Kind of kind.

[Altar Master Q:] Thank you, I will pay you back as soon as possible.

How can a fraudulent company give money first, the black-haired boy bent his eyes.

After moving here, he lived alone for too long, and he didn't remember what it was like to be taken care of by older people.

His Highness Sanriyue is the grandfather, and Mr. Zhongyuan is the elder brother.

knock knock knock.

"I brought you... what, you bought it yourself?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also watched him open the door, and caught a glimpse of the unfinished food on the table at a glance.

Two dishes and one soup, very homely, but the presentation is surprisingly good, and the aroma is also very attractive.

He definitely didn't do it by himself. This kid almost blew up the kitchen last time, but he carried him out in time.

Zhongyuan Zhong also raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that he would be willing to spend money: "We still have to eat well, that's all right, then I'm going back, I just finished working overtime."

There have been too many people provoking Hong Kong black recently, he was so tired that he threw away two coats.

What are you doing, when his clothes don't cost money?

"Wait," the child called him, stumbling, "Has Mr. Zhongyuan used it?"

Those black eyes met Zhongyuan Zhongye's sapphire blue pupils.

Aoki Nansawa is sincere, he has received a lot of help from Mr. Nakahara, and he wants to thank him as much as possible.

The Hong Kong black cadre tugged on his gloves and said casually: "Do you mind if I stay and have dinner together?"

Raising cubs is a hassle.

After moving here, it was the first time for Aoki Nanzawa to eat with someone.

Mr. Zhongyuan didn't eat fast, and sometimes he would chat with him, and the cold atmosphere became lively.

"Work? Oh, ordinary office workers often have to travel abroad, and the salary is not bad."

"I also manage some subordinates, which is quite troublesome. People who are looking for death... No, there are many things that need to be dealt with."

"Nanze, you've been lately." Chu Fa's man paused, and Zhong Yuanzhong also hesitated, "Is it a part-time job..."

knock knock knock.

There was a polite knock on the door, and Nanze put down his chopsticks: "Mr. Zhongyuan, let me open the door first."

As soon as he interrupted, he didn't notice what Mr. Zhongyuan didn't finish.

"Strange, usually no one would look for me..."

Aoki Nanze's voice stopped abruptly after meeting the eyes of the people outside the door.

Outside the door, a young man with white hair was staring at him expressionlessly.

Wearing a long black windbreaker, the fierce young man clenched his fists and coughed twice, "Hello, is Senior Central Plains here?"

Looks like it's not in good health.

Aoki Nanze hesitated: "Mr. Zhongyuan is eating, do you have something to ask him?"

too weak.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke, the evil dog of the Mafia, rational analysis.

He couldn't see anything in the man in front of him that deserved special treatment from the Mafia, he was just too ordinary.

Why did Mr. Zhongyuan treat this person extra favorably?

"Akutagawa." Nakahara Nakaya turned his hat with one hand, raised his eyes, "What can you do with me?"

Chu Fa drooped on one shoulder, and his sapphire blue eyes were a little dark.

The mafia coat is draped over the shoulders, and it fits neatly from the shoulder line to the trouser legs—the aesthetic pickiness of the Central Plains.

"Well, there is a temporary task issued."