Oops!The boss checks my leveling situation!

Yes, maybe one meal of yours is worth two meals for me, but you should exercise more than me, which is normal. "

CEO: "Your mental exercise is not bad... eat more in the future! I will supervise you!"

Xiao Meng's expression was very complicated: "So boss, what are you doing here today? Are you here to play a sketch?"

The president couldn't help being a little cautious: "No... isn't today a scuffle? I have nothing to do at home, so I just fight at night... come here for a stroll."

Xiao Meng nodded: "Well, you have walked 20 kilometers in one stroll, which is a bit wide."

CEO: "I should...not lose uglyly, right?"

Xiao Meng patted him on the shoulder: "Probably not, after all, you are a well-known renminbi fighter in the whole district!"

The president looked serious: "Actually, I hope you can see my inside through my surface..."

Xiaomeng: "Ah...Actually, you want to say that you are not as rich as you appear to be?"

The president was looking forward to it: "Almost, can there be more interpretations?"

Xiao Meng was very decisive: "No."

The president's face was full of question marks: "We've known each other for a few months anyway, do you think I'm still such a superficial person?!"

Xiaomeng: "No, I think at least you're not like those who just follow someone's D cup."

The president started to go downstairs again: "...I'd better go downstairs and get you something to eat, this topic can't go on!"

Anyway, the president watched Xiao Meng finish his breakfast, and ate half a box of biscuits before letting him go.He thought about it for a while, what body is the capital of the revolution, we are on the front line of work and struggle, we must pay attention to personal health.

During this period, Xiao Meng turned a deaf ear and turned on the computer resignedly. He glanced at the trade union. Everyone was there, and he was actively preparing for the melee at night.

In fact, he had no expectations of winning or losing the melee at all. The equipment of the entire union was spent with real money. After all, it is also an electronic technology company. Individuals should be able to play two games, even supports like Zhangchou. It shouldn't be a problem to wash out the talent tree of full attack and go out to beat others, except for the useless boss of the president.

Losing doesn't affect his contract performance, and he can take an extra day off, what's so bad about it.

Seeing the president here at noon, Xiao Meng went downstairs to buy some food and cook for him. The manager of the hotel downstairs knew that his boss was upstairs, so he went upstairs to ask if he needed to go downstairs to open a private room for dinner. , As a result, as soon as the elevator door opened, he saw the president's whole head was about to be buried in the rice cooker, and silently stepped back and pressed the down button.

In the afternoon, Xiaomeng went back to the bedroom to recharge his batteries for a while, and the president himself didn't know what to do with the computer, so he went for a walk in the wild.The system has already notified the teams that will participate in the city battle tonight. After various screenings, there are still 15 unions. At that time, hundreds of people will be squeezed into a map, and maybe those who are a little bit close will not be able to squeeze in.

The president scratched his hair. For some reason, he wanted to open the drawer of Xiaomeng's computer desk. While telling himself not to rummaging through other people's things, he became curious again, convincing himself that this was a shortcut to getting to know him better.

There were some documents and notes scattered in the drawer, and some of them were yellow at the corners. He pinched it up and looked at it, and found that it was a salary slip. There was no company on it, and it was only a little over 2000 yuan a month including subsidies. It was when Xiao Meng received the salary slip and stuffed it in casually.

With 2000 yuan, he can only live a life of starvation in this second-tier city. Fortunately, he still has many skills to allow him to survive.

He quietly hid the two pieces of paper, folded them and stuffed them into his trouser pockets, planning to let the treasurer find another chance to give Xiaomeng some more money.He could tell that Xiaomeng was not the kind of person who was obsessed with money, but without money it was difficult to move a single step.

Reaching out and looking inside, the president found a small book for bookkeeping, the size of a palm, which had been kept for about three months.He did a mental calculation and found that the average monthly expenditure was less than 1200 yuan. When he was the most prosperous, it was only 500 yuan. Complimentary herbal tea to swallow.

"Oh," the CEO spread out the notebook, took a few photos and saved it in the phone, and then put it back in the drawer: "It's not too far from starving to death."

He glanced at the computer screen, and the game characters on the screen cost more than 4000 for a piece of clothing. He basically participated in all large and small write-off activities. He subconsciously opened the official website and looked at the write-offs. The money spent on the appearance of the month is probably enough for Xiaomeng to live for two years, let alone other wasted money.

He looked at it for a while and felt that his eyes were a little sore, and he didn't feel so uncomfortable before. He frowned and thought, could it be related to the display screen?

Thinking back to the time when I paid the nanny account to let him buy the appearance, Xiao Meng turned off the special effect beams of all the characters, saying that his eyes were uncomfortable, maybe because the hardware did not keep up.

After the game, find a reason to give him a set of equipped equipment. The president turned on the phone and wrote it down in the memo. The warmth of the world, and making him like himself.

If the president half a year ago might not have thought about this kind of thing, he thought it would be good if he liked it.

"I don't know how far I want to go..." The current president has to think a lot, and his eyes are a little gloomy: "As long as he doesn't refuse directly... there should be a chance."

Maybe it was because he was ready to leave. Xiaomeng was in a much better mood recently and slept soundly. When he woke up and checked the time, it was already past four in the afternoon. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw the president working hard there. Practice how to beat people. Of course, when he tried to break out of the encirclement, he was dragged back to the red pile, and after a while he died and returned to the resurrection point.

"It's pretty good," Xiaomeng stood and watched for a while: "It's a big improvement compared to before."

The president who was praised by Xiaomeng once blushed. Could this be the encouragement of love!

"It's just...why do you, a fighter, fight with other mages?" Xiao Meng frowned, "You can just go, if he flies your kite, you won't be able to carry it."

"Actually..." The mood was still floating in the clouds just now, but now the president who fell to the bottom of the cliff tried to explain: "There are assassins nearby, and they tripped me."

He didn't make excuses for his dishes!

Xiao Meng gave him the steps in time: "Assassins are very annoying. When the time comes to fight melee, I will let the nanny stand next to you."

The president tilted his head to look at him: "What about you?"

Xiao Meng's expression suddenly became serious: "Me? I'm attacking."

"You are a nanny attacking..." The president's expression was very complicated: "Then what am I doing as a soldier? Standing and waving the flag to cheer?"

Xiaomeng was silent for a few seconds: "Drive well to reduce damage and don't give away the head, come on."

For dinner, Xiaomeng cooked four packs of instant noodles, drained the water, and planned to fry the noodles to make do with them. By the way, he cut a carrot left over at noon into cubes and poured it in.

Fry a few runny eggs, perfect.

The president took the egg whites to wash the dishes contentedly: "By the way, the downstairs may be renovated these few days, I will make them quieter, and if you feel uncomfortable, I will give you earplugs, or sleep gum."

He has already secretly contacted the person in charge, and it should be fine for a few days after the decoration is completed, and the foster care center will be moved here next!

And...bring home the big orange cat dishwasher too!

Work harder and bring Xiaomeng home!

Xiao Meng got up and went to wash the dishes: "No need, I usually fall asleep easily."

"Okay, okay," the CEO handed him the bowl: "It's fine that it doesn't affect much."

After restarting the router and logging into the game again, the president was very excited: "It's the first time I play this kind of event with more than 50 people."

Xiaomeng put on the earphones and adjusted the microphone and sound effects: "How will I play later? Boss, are you directing?"

"You direct and you direct," the president flattered: "I direct and everyone may die at the beginning."

Xiao Meng gave two feeds, and successfully heard his own voice in the earphone: "Then open a group voice? Or should I open a yy room?"

"You have the final say," the president asked them how to follow orders in the WeChat work group, and they all said YY room: "They seem to have YY, you open a room."

Xiao Meng nodded and opened a room, seeing that people had almost entered, adjusted the Mai sequence: "Can you hear me?"

Type 1 in the next row, and Xiao Meng looked up: "Okay, we will fight tonight. There are 15 unions with a total of 780 members. For us, there are 21 fighters, 4 assistants, 5 nurses, 5 mages, and assassins... ..."

He took a look and found that there were 11 assassins: "There are 11 assassins. We can always fight with this configuration. After a while, I will post the talent trees of each profession in group battles on the public screen. If you need it, you can watch it and wash it. You don't need to follow mine completely." It’s good to come. Because it’s a melee, so try not to reduce staff as much as possible. We have very few nannies, and I’m sure I’ll do output if I don’t have nannies.”

The CEO couldn't hold back and interjected: "A fighting nurse...does she beat someone while breastfeeding?!"

Xiao Meng ignored it deliberately: "What I mean is, don't die yourself, go find a nurse yourself when you are about to die."

Everyone expressed their understanding that they often lick bags on the edge of a knife in the wild. There must be some awareness of this.

After the system countdown ended, everyone was sent to the melee map.After the map was over, the president couldn't help but scolded: "What kind of crazy map is this!"

What he imagined should be some kind of empty ancient battlefield, everyone will leave after killing, but he didn't expect it to be a tropical jungle map.