who am i, where am i, and what time is it?
tian chong never thought he could play that game with his children until one o'clock in the middle of the night.
then, when he came to the newspaper the next day, the whole person's spirit was a little trance-like.
hey, when i'm older, i feel a little bit uncomfortable.
TIAN CHONG RUBBED HIS TEMPLES AT HIS WORKSTATION, AND WHAT HE WAS THINKING ABOUT NOW HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH WORK, BUT HOW TO FIGHT THE FINAL BOSS OF THE FOURTH LEVEL OF SOUL DOULUO.
then a man walked over, his badge hanging from the position of editor-in-chief.
he looked at tian chong, who was rubbing his temples, and said, "tian chong, today it's your turn to write the life section, remember to hand in the manuscript in time, if it's too late, i can't spare you." "
tian chong opened his eyes, slightly tired: "i know, i must hand in the manuscript before work." "
"huh? you don't seem to be in good spirits, did you do something bad last night? "
the editor-in-chief suddenly said with a thief.
"hey, they're all so old, what bad things can they do?"
"rest assured, i won't tell your wife, tell me, is it ginza?"
"if you say it again, i won't hand over the manuscript."
the editor-in-chief's face darkened: "forget it if you don't say it." after saying that, he left and went to urge the other editors to submit the manuscript.
well, the fourth level should... no, i should now think about how to write today's life news content.
tian chong casually picked up some of the manuscripts that had just been placed on his desk.
it was a morning newspaper reporter and some contributors.
he only needs to find a good-looking article or news from it, polish it, and then submit it.
WELL, THE BOSS AT THE END OF THE FOURTH LEVEL SHOULD BE A LITTLE MORE CAREFUL, IT SHOULD BE PLAYED LIKE THIS.
at this time, tian chong's brain began to involuntarily remember the end of the fourth level that could not be passed dead or alive.
he and the child tossed and turned in this level for half a day without passing.
listening to the child, it seems that many people have stopped here, which is very difficult.
slowly, what am i thinking? i should work!
tian chong shook his head vigorously, letting soul douluo leave his brain.
however, it would not be long before such thoughts would come to mind again, making it difficult for him to concentrate on the manuscripts.
there are also these manuscripts that are really boring.
these are the ordinary things that can no longer be ordinary in daily life.
can't these stupid writers write something new? every day around a topic can write you for months, the reader what to think he does not know, but he has already seen the vomit.
AND THIS BUNCH OF STUPID JOURNALISTS, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS INVESTIGATE THE BORING STREET NEWS? WHERE THE SUPERMARKET PRICE HAS RISEN, WHERE THE TRAM IS CROWDED TO THE POINT OF SUSPENSION, CAN'T YOU GET SOME INTERESTING NEWS? FOR EXAMPLE, THIS FC-TYPE HOME ENTERTAINMENT COMPUTER IS VERY GOOD.
this thing is closely related to the family, and of course life is also closely related, with this, can play with the son for a long time is not tired, a little write how they can cool the relationship with the son through this thing to warm up again, this is not very good?
what a bunch of idiots, the manuscript salary is fed to the dog.
speaking of which, the fourth level...
ay?
wait a minute.
tian chong blinked.
home entertainment pc!
he suddenly remembered something, with a little excitement in his eyes.
this one... it should be considered news, right? it should be a new thing, right?
although it feels as if it is not particularly appropriate with life.
but recently the editor-in-chief asked for more fresh content, and recently newspaper sales have decreased, saying that the content is old and makes people look sleepy.
the news should be just right.
thinking of this, tian chong immediately opened the computer with great interest.
since neither journalists nor contract writers are reliable, go on your own!
tian chong began to type frantically on the computer.
an hour later, a fresh and hot article came out.
reviewing, revising, all in one go, did not waste much time.
he quickly marked and uploaded.
whew!
today's work is surprisingly smooth!
there is rarely such an invigorating feeling.
when he described the state of playing with his children, the content was almost full of true feelings and full of life.
he didn't even change it.
by the way, the fourth level should...
...
at the same time, in tsukinocai's home, it was still as dark as ever, and only the signal lights of the server were occasionally flashing.
tsukino cai stared at the internet forum with dark eyes like smoky makeup.
"did any of you buy a game console yesterday?"
"hey, of course i bought it, but i've been in line for more than four hours."
"the people in the front few queues were simply despicable, and they lined up several days in advance, and they knew that i had done the same."
"how's it going, how about playing at home?" my console can only wait for three days to arrive. "
"hey hey, tell you, it's cool, you can be unrestrained, you want to lie in bed and play, playing at home is freedom, and there is no time limit, no one has urged you." 」
"above, it seems that you are single, not urged, really envious of you, i often have to grab the handle with my children when i played last night, he has to play super mario, i just want to play dragon quest." 」
"above i suggest you buy another one."
"looking at so much hot talk about the content of the game console, tsukino cai could not express the envy.
she would have to wait two more days, and those two days would be torturous.
however, just at this moment, there was a knock at the door.
"hello, i'm a home delivery service with your package."
when tsukino cai, who was originally a little low, heard the word "home delivery", she jumped up from her chair in an instant, and then slipped unsteadily under her feet, slamming on the ground.
"pain..."
tsukino covered her forehead, but she was able to get up fairly quickly.
she quickly came to the doorway and looked out through the cat's eyes.
at this time, a delivery man dressed in red was holding a package and waiting to open the door.
"Hello? There is your package, you need to pay, a total of thirty-one thousand yen, " The delivery man vaguely seemed to hear someone coming to the door, but wondered why it was not opened immediately.
at this time, the delivery man vaguely heard the sound of sisso suo at his feet.
he looked down in confusion, and four ten-thousand-dollar bills came out of the crack in the door.
"hello, please leave the package and change at the door."
the delivery man had some doubts, the family was so strange, and they had to stuff money out of the door slit, but since it was the other party's request, he had to do it.
so i took the change out of my pocket and put it in the doorway along with the package.
"then i'm gone, thanks for the patronage."
he still has a lot of packages to deliver today, and the last two days' packages are surprisingly many, one or two times more than in the past, and they are all from the same company, which seems to be some kind of new product.
when the delivery man left, tsukinocai carefully opened the door, and then stretched out a snow-white arm to drag the package in with lightning speed.
a few of them were accidentally thrown out by a hundred-dollar coin and she didn't bother to take care of it.
bang.
tsukino cai suddenly felt her heart beating hard.
finally, it's time to play the full dragon quest.
she's going to play in the dark!
quickly carry the package to the living room, and then open the package, inside is the game console body packaging box, and next to the game console there are several exquisitely packaged cassette boxes, which are the first few games.
not all games tsukino will like, but obsessive-compulsive disorder forces her to buy them all.
if you don't buy them all, it feels like you're missing something.
this and this is often referred to as obsessive-compulsive disorder in the future.