Am I Interested When I Just Arrived In The Second Element?

Shankangsan's mood at this time is like this: "..."

After that.

Anger (ノ｀ー´)ノ・・・~~┻━┻

Once is not enough, he will overturn ten times!

Before he could say anything, there was an exasperating (probably) word on the phone.

"A lot of idiots, who are you talking to?"

"Woo!" Xiao Mai glanced at his phone: "The takeaway brother written in the notes of O'Neill sauce."

Shankang Sang: "..."

He might as well have not heard it!

"Woo!" Sougo Tama began to think, "Well, is there such a person on my phone?"

If this is Sougo Tama’s call, Yamagami-san will probably yell out and deliver the food. But I’m sorry to ask you to remember the person’s name, no, he’s the editor in charge, the editor in charge! Fortunately, someone explained to him.

"Huh?" Tuanzi buried his face in confusion: "Isn't Ouni sauce the takeaway just ordered? Ouni sauce is a lie!"

The soil always comprehends the contemplative state.

After a long while, he clapped his hands with his fists: "That's it, hahaha, I forgot..."

Shan Shangsang suddenly felt that his brain hurts and his heart was so tired. Those editors always said that the mentality under his own hands was unstable and it was easy to drag the manuscript. Originally, he thought that the pedestrian teacher was a stable match, but now he wants to say, let someone follow him. Let him change.

After thinking about it, the call came again from the phone: "Mosimosi, is it Sankangsan?"

"Yes..." Sankami-san's voice sounded a little distorted: "I want to visit the pedestrian teacher, but it's really difficult..."

"Eh, will it?" The voice on the phone didn't know it: "Then, probably, maybe, I'm thinking most of the time."

Hearing this, Sankhangsan's mentality calmed down a bit: "The pedestrian teacher is thinking about the manuscript?"

After all, it was for work, he endured it, and took the knife first!

"The manuscript is too troublesome, I have been thinking about who I am, where I come from, and where I want to go..."

Shankang Sang: "..."

Take out the knife after you have collected it. The manuscript or something is your job! Also, do you think I don't know the three questions of philosophy, do you? Think of yourself as a philosopher!

"I always think about these three questions clearly, I can sublimate myself..."

That's right, you will not be a pedestrian teacher at that time, but the earth, the great philosopher, will always realize! Sang Xin on the mountain is even more tired.

"The pedestrian teacher only thought about this series of philosophical questions, and the others, such as-Yuan..." Resisting the roaring mood, don't scare people away, Shan Shangsang asked through gritted teeth.

For some reason, Shan Shangsang suddenly wanted to imprison him illegally, leaving people in a small dark room.

"Who are you looking down on? Of course I think about other things." In a word, Shan Shangsang's mood calmed down again.

Sure enough, it is impossible for the pedestrian teacher not to consider the manuscript. After all, he is still young and it is normal for him not to grasp the focus of his conversation.

"For example, you have to think about how to eat dinner, whether to drink the miso soup first or eat first. For example, how to eat potato chips and what is the best match for potato chips. All these questions must be considered. It is troublesome. of!"

The mountain looked at the ice, potato chips, squid shreds in his hand... He suddenly wanted to die!

When he meets in a while, he must make the pedestrian teacher understand what fear is, and hold it back for now.

"Teacher Pedestrian, I have arrived at the agreed place, I don't know if your mansion is there?"

"Um... I'm not at home. I'm on the bus. Hold on. I'll be there soon." Come to Doma Hon's house? Don't make trouble, I really saw the Tujian mansion, and the editor on the mountain was afraid that he was just playing a ticket.

...

As a child of a big family, this is not good. Going into some trades will always give people a kind of playfulness.

Although the Tujian family is not big (at this time, it is about the extent of the Xuexia family in Chiba), compared with the Sigong family, people don’t need to do anything, as long as you think about it, you can kill the Tujian family. Back, but it seems to others, but it is already a wealthy man,

After all, ordinary people can't enter the eyes of the fourth house.

It is precisely because it is impossible to submit a manuscript in the Tujian family, it will not be possible in this life, and it will definitely not be really fragrant!

I have to say that the transportation in Japan is fairly well developed. Sougo Doma, holding the manuscript folder, only sat for ten minutes before arriving at the agreed place.

Original, original folder? Well, for a copywriter, dragging the manuscript is not possible. It is impossible to drag the manuscript in this life. It is very reasonable. After all, the copy of this copy has been written. In the future, please, so many profitable careers do not get it. , Why is Wenchao?

When the time comes, please call him Tujian, the little prince who makes money, always enlighten him, and then anger the old man every minute!

As for the conversation with the mountain, would a writer still be called a writer if he didn't delay the manuscript? You know, he didn't even go out to play mahjong, and he didn't delay the manuscript, so he said he had been in the literary world?

The weather is good today, as red as the expression on the face of mulberry on the mountain.

"Yo!" Sougo Tama greeted first, always feeling that the words Sangxian Yamaxian said would attract people's attention.

"Teacher Pedestrian..." Shankang-san's expression was very kind, but Tuma always realized the danger, he was so sensitive and delicate.

"Ah, I really want to see the pedestrian's mansion. Can I visit and discuss something about the manuscript?"

To put it euphemistically, I was with my sister just after answering the phone, and now telling him that he is not at home? Is he really stupid on the mountain?

"Woo..." Doma Sougo: "Sangsang on the mountain, just pay a visit."

On the mountain: "..."

He had to let the pedestrian teacher understand today that this matter is not counted! Dare to delay the manuscript? He also allowed him to stand under the big sun for nearly half an hour, and the eighty-meter long knife he prepared seemed to work!

Pedestrian teacher, today God can't save you when he comes, he said on the mountain!

Tōma always understood the manuscript folder on the ground: "If it is about the manuscript, I have brought it..."

"Teacher Pedestrian, dragging the manuscript..." What the mountain originally wanted to say was suffocated.

"Original, manuscript? Alie?" I can only swallow it in my stomach, and the mountain is so angry. He doesn't want to take back his eighty-meter long knife, what should I do?

"Bring it..." Sougo Tama continued to speak.

"what?"

"Running errands...Ah, Bing Kuole, hand in the original manuscript with one hand and Kuole with the other."

On the mountain: "..."

Shente Mo handed over the original manuscript in one hand and Bing Kuo Le in the other hand. I don’t know, I thought it was an underground trade with them! And, I just said it, it really means running errands, right? Why is he an editor, he is regarded as running errands?

The heart on the mountain is so tired, I really want to go home!

"Teacher Pedestrian's manuscript was written long ago, right?" He tried to struggle.

"No!" Sougo Tama looked sincere: "I drove out the original manuscript because I received a call from Sankhangsan."

On the mountain where the manuscript is being reviewed: "..."

For a long while.

He faintly opened his mouth and said: "Teacher Pedestrian, the manuscript rushed out today, why was it printed three days ago?"

Tama Sovereign: "@_@"

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