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"Ludwig!"

He had just handed in the application materials for the war correspondent and stood by the side waiting respectfully. After reading it, the editor-in-chief pasted the answer sheet directly on his face and yelled his name angrily.

The boss's words were still popping out, he turned around and picked up the scattered papers, tidied them up and handed them up, quietly listening to the pouring of a lot of bitterness.

"Are you making things difficult for me on purpose?" The boss showed an angry look, "If you don't want to be your editor, what kind of war correspondent do you think it's easy to do?"

"Boss." He looked at the black-faced boss with an innocent face, and explained: "Don't you often complain that I forget to submit manuscripts for academic reasons, and I often miss work from time to time. You are not a good employee, and you often want to fire me. This This time I dare to take the lead and do things that no one else wants to do, isn’t it great, you should support me.”

"Support? I support shit!"

The boss said it without any surprise, and he went to close the door silently, so as not to damage the image of the boss.It is only when facing him that the boss cannot maintain his good self-cultivation.

"Boss, why don't you think about it again, anyway, no one wants to go. And our newspaper office, as the three pillars, should also set an example and send someone to go. I will automatically dedicate myself. You don't have to worry about considering candidates. "

"Even if no one is going, I can't send you!" The boss scolded angrily, "You think it's easy and you can travel at public expense? A demon will appear and hack you to death every minute. With your body, how many knives can you survive? The top students with excellent academic level are so scared that they dare not move when they are on the battlefield."

He deeply sang the beautiful sentence: "My boss, I have a patriotic feeling, but unfortunately I have not been able to shed my blood for the motherland. Since I have this opportunity today, as a good man of the motherland, I should lead the way."

"The eloquence is so good, I don't see you giving a speech!"

"There are so many people in the square, they are all occupied by the uncles and aunts dancing the square dance, so there is no place for me."

"Ludwig, you—"

The boss stroked his chest, trying to swallow his anger.He silently brought a cup of tea, and handed it to his boss with a flattering smile.The boss glared at him, took a sip of the tea, and couldn't help feeling better.Ludwig's tea art is the best he has ever had. The tea leaves are uniform in the company, but the tea brewers are different.

"Boss, have you calmed down?" Seeing that the boss's complexion has improved, he gently persuaded him: "I really want to go. This is the first war in a century, and I don't want to miss it no matter what. Chance."

The boss is also a person who eats soft but not hard, and it is not easy to reprimand him when he softens his attitude.Sighing and seriously admonishing: "Vichy, you know that I dote on you, but this cannot be your trump card to repeatedly challenge my bottom line."

"I know." He suppressed his smile, "But this is undoubtedly a good opportunity to exercise."

"There are a lot of training opportunities, and I can give you permission to go wherever you want. You can't go only to the battlefield. How many people who vowed today to return in triumph tomorrow did not come back. Swords have no eyes, and you are looking for death."

"Let me go to the front line to see it once, boss."

"Not once!"

"I'll just go for a walk in the barracks, okay?"

"Neither!"

"I'll just go to the guest house at the back to eat and drink, okay?"

His playing hard to get psychology is very effective, and the tone of his boss is gradually becoming gentler.The first two dangerous conditions are not agreed, but the last one should be agreed. Is it interesting to refuse so many times?

well.Although the decision-making power rests with the boss himself, the boss also knows that his temper is very stubborn, and what he wants to do must be irresistible.Considering the safety of the guest house behind, he finally let go: "You can only stay in the guest house, don't mess around with other reporters."

Knowing that this was an agreement in disguise, he beamed with joy. He knew that his boss pampered and protected him, so he dared to get the pass unscrupulously.Tomorrow, you can set off with reporters from other newspapers.

"Wait." He got the paperwork and was about to leave, but was stopped by a word from the boss.The boss crossed his hands, his face solemn: "Before that, I'm afraid you have to meet someone."

"Who?"

The boss smiled mysteriously at him: "Your childhood sweetheart."

My childhood sweetheart is still mysterious, everyone knows about it, okay?He couldn't complain in his heart, but he still answered lightly on his face: "I will go to see him."

After he explained some things to Adair, he packed the package at home at night.There was no need for him to look for it himself, Versailles came to look for him.The door was opened with a sound of 'click', he folded the umbrella and put it in the innermost layer of the bag, and said without looking back: "You are here."

"I am coming."

"Find a place to pour tea by yourself, I'm too busy to entertain you."

"...I heard that you are going to the front line tomorrow?"

"Master Fan."

As soon as he heard the word front line, he became furious. In the morning, he was the one who pushed him to leave the imperial city himself, so what a good person he is now.Although those who don't know are innocent, he still makes use of the problem.He put the mug he had just picked up on the table vigorously, making a thumping sound.He turned around, looked at Versail coldly, and said, "Do you need to hear, someone will report to you right away?"

Versail, who knew he was wrong, couldn't hold back his words: "I..."

"How can I, Ludwig Hede, actually occupy the resources of the daily travel? In the past two days, you have sent someone to monitor my every move at school and the newspaper." He laughed at himself, and his tone was eccentric: " You also bribed my boss to tell you everything about me, I'm really flattered."

"Not..."

"No?" He asked in a low voice, and even pretended to be angry: "The newspaper office has no intention of going. I signed up to save the newspaper office from fire and water. He still didn't agree, and threw the manuscript directly in my face. If not I have a thick skin, and I really won’t be able to leave tomorrow. Isn’t the president of the day line always busy, and the news about me can be checked and checked in an afternoon. If you say that you didn’t send someone to watch me, I won’t believe it myself!”

Cough, he didn't have the confidence to say that.He also sent someone to monitor Versailles.

Each other.

Fan Saier watched his bamboo horse use more strength to pack things, and an invisible anger emanated from his body. He thought to himself that this time he really got off the hook.His intentions were very good, and he was worried that criminals would find fault, so he sent someone to protect Vichy first.

But whether this kind of guardianship is harm, it is definitely not before it is discovered.

Now that he found out, he had no choice but to confess his guilt obediently.

"I will withdraw my staff."

"Including not sending anyone to the front with me?"

"No."

"it is good."

Now that the trick of sweeping off the tail has succeeded, Vichy is no longer aggressive.He pulled out the chair for Versaille to sit down, and made tea from the kitchen and brought it to Versaille as an apology just now.Versail took the tea, looked at him flatteringly, and asked, "Have you lost your temper?"

"Disappeared." He replied. "It doesn't matter that I have to become the size of Grandma Linna."

"Grandma Linna..." Thinking carefully about the shape of the neighbor's grandma, it doesn't fit the old saying that money can't buy you fat.Versailles said against his will: "It's not very fat either."

"Well. Except for the measurements of [-], the others are really not fat."

"Be careful when you say that and she's going to beat you."

"Just beat me up and say you said it."

He smiled lightly and looked at Versail, who was also silent at this time, just looking at him quietly.Originally, only one light was turned on in the living room, and the slightly dim light added a soft atmosphere to the quiet color space.The indescribably ambiguous air heated up rapidly.Versaille felt that if he didn't do something at this time, he would be sorry for the atmosphere.

Although Vichy didn't want to spoil this beautiful atmosphere, judging from the way Versaille looked at him, it might be bad for him if he didn't do something and waited a while.

So he leaned back on his chair and raised his voice and said, "Chairman Fan, besides asking me to protect myself and not follow the patriotic youth, is there anything else you want to say?"

"It's gone. You finished what I wanted to say." Versail came back to his senses, Vichy's words were really just right every time, and he could dispel the primitive desire suppressed in the deepest part of his heart in time.He is a good guy, a righteous guy, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have obsessions.Occasionally, he would have some evil thoughts, such as the one just now. "He really wanted to pull the person who was smiling softly across the way, and then kiss his lips.

Tonight, it's ridiculous.

"Ha." Vichy smiled again, and asked again: "Is there any protective artifact you want to give me? For example, the armor that is invulnerable to all poisons, the jade that can instantly make you invisible when you meet the enemy, you can kill all of them in one move. The enemy's weapon."

Hearing Vichy's list, he smiled helplessly and said, "None of the ones you mentioned have been developed."

"Huh, no way?"

"If it could be developed, we would have given it to the troops."

"Then forget it." Vichy looked regretful, but secretly thought in his heart that he would not say it if it really existed, and he would only say it if Versailles couldn't get it out.If he opens his mouth, Versaille will move the whole day trip to his house, and it is uncertain.

He's getting bigger and bigger.

Not necessarily a good thing.

Looking at the sky outside the window, it was already as dark as ink, and the hour hand was about to coincide in the middle of the minute.Wei Xi felt that he had nothing to say, so he tactfully issued an order to evict the guest: "I'm going to get up early tomorrow to have a meeting with people from other newspapers, or should it be like this tonight? When I come back, I'll go see you to report that you're safe?"

"it is good."

Versail didn't have anything to say, but just asked one more time before leaving the door: "Vichy, do you really have to go tomorrow? If you don't want to go, I can ask someone to take your shift."

"Yes." He replied in a clear voice, "We must go."