Laid-off guide is a cat wife

It is not so easy to be the little pet of a rich man.Miao Xun lived a fulfilling life of studying at a cram school during the day and working at "Dirty Hands" at night.

There is no way, Sentinel Academy mostly teaches practical knowledge of supernatural beings, which is equivalent to a junior college, and there are not many serious cultural courses.Miao Xun wants to apply for a serious university, so he can only make up for the one and a half years of high school courses that he left behind.

Although a certain guide gave him various hints over and over again, "I am the director of a certain university", "I am an honorary professor of xx University", "The vice-principal of the National Arcana is my friend", etc., but the firm little The domestic cat rejected all temptations and insisted: "I want to pass the exam by myself."

Xue Fang had no choice but to rub his ear hair, and transferred a large amount of fees to his cram school.

And Miao Xun stood on tiptoe, looked over Xue Fang's shoulder, secretly wrote down the transfer amount, then turned around and wrote it in his small notebook.

[April 4: I owe someone 3 for rent, water, electricity and meals today, plus 3000 for tutoring

Log in today, salary 200]

That's right, even the lowest-level mercenaries in "Dirty Hands" are paid.The job content includes, but is not limited to, escorting funds and weapons in the face of Rong's family and gray industries, acting as store security, and collecting rent and debt collection.The more senior members will be sent to spy on information, disguise themselves, go to various hidden places and receptions, and use the Sentry's extremely sensitive senses to collect information for the Rong family.

Miao Xun worked as a food passer in the "Big Niu Xiaoque Ding Ding" bar for two weeks, but was pulled aside mysteriously by the supervisor, and solemnly announced: "You have been promoted!"

Rusty golden eyes lit up, and Miao Xun asked, "What tasks will the organization assign me next?"

It is best to collect rent, the more violent the better.He hadn't touched a gun or touched a gun in months, and his bones were rusting.Watching other gangsters and mercenaries walking around with guns all day long, my heart is itchy, and I can't wait to put the two of them down for a fierce battle.

The supervisor came over and lowered his voice: "You are going to a dangerous place..."

Dangerous!Miao Xun is in a good mood.

"—to be a senior waiter."

"Okay, advanced server—" Miao Xun was about to nod, but suddenly froze, and asked in surprise, "Senior waiter? Isn't it a high-level mercenary?"

Supervisor: "No, no, it's too wasteful to stand guard around the venue under your conditions."

Miao Xun was in a moody mood, so he accepted this sentence as a compliment and affirmation of his ability.

What kind of a hail of bullets and a dangerous situation requires a growing SS-rank high-level sentinel to sneak in in disguise?

The confidentiality level of the task is level 1, and the specific assignment details were not announced until that day.Prior to this, Miao Xun had made enough physical and endurance preparations, and even stepped on the periphery of the venue three times in advance, marking the best shooting spots in his heart. Everything was ready, and he just waited for the supervisor to distribute admission resources.

Everyone lined up to receive their uniforms, and Miao Xun looked around... Why are they all B-rank sentries?

Is there a problem with his sensory organs?

He pondered for a while, and suddenly realized: So he is the most important thing in this operation, and the others are just helping!

When the line was up to him, Miao Xun took the black bag and exchanged a knowing look with the supervisor.

The supervisor patted him on the shoulder: "You are the only one in the innermost circle, work hard for me."

Miao Xun took over the important task and hid the excitement in his eyes: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Calmly mingling in the crowd, entering the waiter's locker room through the back door, Miao found the cabinet with his alias written on it, turned his back, and opened the black bag excitedly, thinking about the Mick-class small submachine gun in his hand. What I touched was——

? ? ? ? ?Why does it get softer to the touch?What is that, hiss, hooked nails!

Take it out and look, there are sequins and glitter lace, transparent pink bunny ears, and a shiny breastplate: [Azcote Dark Little Hare: Don’t touch the tail of the ball]

Miao Xun: "..."

There is also a note that dissolves after reading it, which says his "important task": protect character F.

At the same time, the tiny monitoring earphones hidden in the ear canal rang, and the supervisor's voice came: "I have connected to the monitoring system. Why are you still standing there, change clothes quickly!"

Miao Xun asked softly, "Who is character F?"

The supervisor said impatiently: "Why does a little sentinel care so much? I'll tell you when I get in later."

After some psychological struggle, Miao Xun was forced to change into clothes.Truth be told, the "Dark Little Hare" waitress uniform isn't revealing if one ignores the mesh leggings that reach down to the thighs.It's a pity that the bad is here.Apparently the clothes were not custom-made. The supervisor miscalculated the leg length and hip circumference of a growing sentinel. It was only a playful uniform worn by others, but when Miao Xun straightened it and stretched it on his body, the lines became visible. Hopeful.

Reduce the value of the appearance converter to 9% as required, in case the jumping molecular flow is too high to be detected, Miao Xun glanced at the mirror behind him, turned his head and covered his face in collapse.

——If Xue Fang found out, he would definitely kill him!

It's a mission, it's a mission...just a mission!Miao Xun muttered silently with a blank expression on his face, brought a plate full of cocktails, joined a small group of boys and girls with different appearances, and entered the innermost layer that was tightly guarded.

He glanced at all the "little soft cats", "little milk dogs", "little birds" around him... He knew what the standard of the "conditions" the supervisor said was.

It's not whoever is the fiercest will go up, but whoever has the most upright figure and the most charming face can come in and stand guard.

Miao found an inconspicuous corner and stood there, trying to reduce his sense of presence. Someone called him to deliver wine. Even though he lowered his head and his appearance was 9% different, he was unfortunately recognized.

"Miao Xun? Is it you?" The boy who was about his age tilted his head and looked at him.

Oops, it turned out to be his classmate in that exorbitant cram school.

Miao Xun wanted to say that you had identified the wrong person, but the other party said happily: "Your honey-colored skin, the whole city can't find another one, and I can recognize it even if it is burnt to ashes."

"........."

The classmate looked around nervously, "Hurry up, hurry up, my sister is out, you have finished your homework, tomorrow the teacher will make random checks, let me copy it."

Please, noble young master, this is a secret reception of the Federation's top officials, what on earth are you doing here?

Before Miao Xun had time to complain, the classmate had already taken out the foldable terminal from his bag, and while turning it on, he asked, "Why are you dressed like this while serving tea and water... Bunny girl, is it the master's task?"

Miao Xun: "..."

He had the urge to burn the other party to ashes.

The mission of the master... In fact, it is really the mission of the "master".

Miao Xun replied vaguely: "No, I'm here to work... and pay for the tutoring class."

The classmate raised his head in astonishment, "What! The master doesn't even pay for the remedial class for you and asks you to work illegally." His face immediately showed sincere sympathy and anger, "There is no such thing as a master, you dumped him , let me introduce you a good one."

After speaking, he opened the address book and wanted to send him some gentle, rich and generous ones.

Miao Xun subconsciously retorted: "He gave the money!"

Uh, no, that's not the point, "...I don't have a master, where did you hear the rumor?"

The experienced classmate with vicious eyes snapped his fingers and counted for him: "Your surname is unknown, but you take a Harrier to and from school. Your parents never show up, and you don't bring a housekeeper or servant. You used to be an ordinary high school student. , disappeared for more than a year, and can afford [-] stars for a month's cram school when you come back?"

Seeing that Miao Xun's complexion was not very good, the classmate quickly comforted him: "It's not a bad thing to rely on others to live hard. My sister has raised several outside, and they send money regularly, and both sides are very happy. I didn't look down on you. It means... can you give me the answer to the math paper?"

Miao Xun, who was silent with his head down, suddenly stretched out his hand: "Give me the money."

Classmate: "Huh?"

Miao Xun raised his eyes, indifferently: "Since I am a person who sells myself for money, why should I copy your homework for free, and I will copy it for the money."

"Okay... how much do you want?"

…………

Miao Xun tricked the person into the back, knocked him unconscious and stuffed him into the cabinet, clapped his hands and walked out calmly.His earphones beeped for a while, and the supervisor called out urgently: "Where is someone! F is coming in, hurry up and protect yourself."

Serving the plate and hurrying quickly, opening the layers of bead curtains, stepping on the soft pillows, soft laughter and joy-seeking intertwined, Miao Xun entered the innermost place, and the supervisor also instructed at the same time: "You just stand On the other hand, Mr. F doesn't like Yingying Yanyan, don't get too close to him and he will be annoyed."

Miao Xun turned his eyes and saw Mr. F sitting alone, he helped the black plush rabbit ears on his head, and whispered: "You may not know his preferences very well."

The man not far away was shaking his wine glass, and his eyes just happened to come over.

There was a moment of hesitation, and after the confusion, there was a trace of warm surprise in the bottom of the black pool-like eyes.

Miao Xun looked down at his attire, then at Mr. Xue, who seemed to be half-drunk, and he decided to die.

He walked over, and under the prying eyes of countless eyes in the dark, he sat directly on the armchair of the single sofa.

In the headset, the supervisor yelled: "What are you doing! You were not allowed to sit next to him!"

Miao Xun's rebellious mentality came to the fore, and she rubbed down, just sitting on the man's lap.

Supervisor: "What are you doing—" Click, the signal was cut off by Miao Xun.

The kitten can sit wherever it wants, and can't listen to other people's orders.

Xue Fang supported his painful forehead and said softly, "I'm drunk."

Miao Xun held his jaw high: "So?"

"So... I might talk nonsense to you later." He smiled apologetically, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and Miao Xun could see it clearly.

This person usually doesn't look like someone who would get drunk in public.

Anyway, Miao Xun couldn't imagine his public gaffe.

Sitting alone at the side, in a trance, Miao Xun felt that something was wrong, so he wanted to ask him what was wrong.

But before he could say anything, Xue Fang noticed his hole net leggings, frowned his handsome eyebrows, and said to himself: "Isn't it cold..."

Miao Xun: "?" Isn't that the right reaction?

Xue Fang took the coat that was hanging on the back of the sofa, and helped Miao Xun cover her legs tightly, leaving no gaps for prying eyes.

Under the coat, the guide's hand took his tentatively.

Miao Xun loosened his fingers, reversed his grip, and let him hold it.

"That's enough..." Xue Fang murmured, subconsciously leaning his head against the familiar smelling chest, lowered his head, and said in a somewhat willful way: "Don't show them, my kitten..."