Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 3

Blake Jing was rebellious, and no one could stop him. He just ordered a cup of coffee and parfait for himself, and there was no one left, looking at Blake Jing eating happily.

He originally wanted to mess with this pitiful face, but Blake Jing made up his mind to teach this B@st@ard a lesson, and ate the sweet and cloying ice cream with gusto.

Max snorted. It wasn't that he liked eating ice cream, but it just made him unhappy that he could only watch others eat it. "Who on earth are you?"

Blake Jing said nonchalantly: "A fairy falling from the sky."

Max looked at Blake Jing up and down, with a lazy look on his face, and his golden eyes would definitely reveal a bit of evil aura when placed on someone else, but this person had none of it. He was so gentle and gentle that he could almost pinch water. If he went to be a cowherd for a night Being able to achieve the pinnacle of the store's performance has attracted women to rush to give him money.

What a goblin.

Max may have been really hungry all night, and his stomach growled after a while. He had not yet developed the shamelessness he would have in the future, and his face was very tight. He turned his head and looked out the window but not at Blake Jing.

What a view outside.

Blake Jing deliberately imitated Max and stared out the window for a while, then asked mysteriously, "What are you looking at?"

Max Gakuto said: "Looking at the scenery."

Blake Jing laughed: "Why are you still a scholar?"

Blake Jing just wanted to be angry with this unlucky boy and had no intention of really starving him. He raised his hand and called the waiter and ordered two more portions of omelette rice.

Blake Jing picked out a spoonful of ice cream from his own goblet and passed it across the table to Max's mouth: "Would you like to eat it?"

Max turned around and saw Blake Jing holding his chin and smiling, picking up the spoon with his fingers as if teasing a small animal. He didn't get along much with Blake Jing, but he understood that shame was of no use in front of him.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth and bit the spoon with a moan. Blake Jing was stunned for a moment, and then he stretched out his tongue and licked it.

Blake Jing's hands froze, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and asked, "Are you a dog that marks its territory?"

Max grinned: "Mine."

He raised his hand to scoop up the parfait in front of Blake Jing and ate it with satisfaction, knowing that Blake Jing would never compete with him again for a drool-stained spoon.

Blake Jing was completely defeated. He lowered his head and sighed, waving his hands feebly: "You really do everything you can to get a bite to eat."

While he was talking, the omelette rice came. While Max was eating, he felt his stomach felt much more comfortable and his mind became more active. He said again: "Please cooperate and take me away."

Blake Jing was troubled by this boy's patience and revealed a little bit of information about himself: "Where do you plan to go with me? I'm here for a trip. I'll just look around in one place today, and somewhere else tomorrow. Finally, Every day is different. Do you plan to travel around the world with me? "

Max bit his spoon and said nothing. After a while, he said, "It seems pretty good." He raised his eyes and looked at Blake Jing: "Why do you sound like an old man when you speak?"

Blake Jing was speechless: "You're homeless?" He lay back and said, "I'm the old man, what's the problem?"

Not to mention eight hundred years, even if there is a missing zero at the end, it is old for short-lived species.

Max stirred the rice grains on his plate, watching the tomato sauce and eggs mix into a ball. A sticky sound sounded in his ears, reminding him of the stirring of flesh and blood.

Max, who has been delicate since he was young, has seen too much of the world, and is used to seeing the evil in people's hearts. He doesn't know when, or even now, he is just pretending, and fatigue or emptiness has long trapped his heart.

At such a young age, he looks like a thousand-year-old demon, looking at everything around him with a twilight expression.

Perhaps it was the smile on Blake Jing's face that showed him no strangeness and lifelessness, yet was extremely satisfied with the status quo, which aroused a little curiosity in his heart. Max's mouth went against his brain and asked:

"Is there any need to go back to a meaningless home? Is there any need to live in this boring world?"

He had never said this to anyone, and there was no ease in saying it at the moment, only a feeling of suffocation tightening around his neck.

Obviously they don't even know each other's names.

Blake Jing was also a little surprised: "Talk to me about philosophical issues? You may have found the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary passerby, not that wise."

Max also felt that he had asked the wrong person. He looked at Blake Jing with a dull face, not knowing whether he wanted to find out something out of embarrassment.

"But you must let me say what you want." Blake Jing smiled, a little unceremoniously, but the words he spoke were clear and easy to hear: "Don't underestimate the world. My dream since I was a child is to travel around the world. Any scenery can amaze me. Besides, if you feel bored in this world, then change it and change the world according to your ideas. Maybe one day you can find a scenery that makes your heart beat. "

The warm yellow light of the restaurant shone on Blake Jing's head, and the hustle and bustle of traffic and bustling people all left, leaving only this small space with the pounding sound of his heart.

A violent flood surged in Max's heart, almost overwhelming the fence of reason. He licked his lips, and suddenly he didn't want to endure it anymore. He smiled, and even the warm yellow light couldn't warm Resen's sneer: "Even if my change is destruction? "

Blake Jing held the side of his face with one hand and smiled when he heard this: "Then we can't be father and son, we have to be enemies."

Blake Jing pointed at a table of meals and desserts and said confidently, "I'm not so kind as to pay for the enemy's meals. You pay for these yourself."

Max's expression suddenly fell, maybe he was just pretending, but he pretended to be aggrieved and lowered his head to eat.

He just stared at Blake Jing's figure tightly with his eyes, restraining him like an iron hoop, not allowing him to escape at all, like a poisonous snake lurking in the swamp, waiting for his prey to relax its vigilance and pounce forward to bite his neck.

Blake Jing has been in the army all year round. Facing the overwhelming remnants of the mountains and facing the leaders of many legions, he has long cultivated an attitude of standing firm and unmoving when surrounded by wolves. Blake Jing is not afraid at all, even if Even when he was tied to the gallows, he could still talk and laugh.

The B@st@ard is still too tender.

"Okay, we've talked so much. I also ate with you and even paid for it. I don't want you to repay the favor with a drop of water. At least you can give me back what you took from me. Right." Blake Jing stretched out his hand.

Max put his hand on it quite naturally.

There was silence. After a moment, Blake Jing took out his hand and finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised his hand and pinched Max's head.

"I said, you have to be measured. If I really want to do something to you, you can't run away even if you want to." Blake Jing knelt down and threatened in a nice voice.

Max raised his head and said, "Help."

Blake Jing quickly covered the person's mouth with quick eyes and hands, nodded to the confused shop assistants and customers around him, and pulled the little boy out.

This B@st@ard thing.

Blake Jing looked at the vast night and sighed: "I only have five hundred yen left in my body, and I have to take care of a child. It's too difficult for me." His wallet is in the hotel, so he only brought enough food for dinner. I am used to paying with mobile phones in Xianzhou, but I am not used to carrying so many coins when I go out.

Max seriously suggested: "Robbing my house, I will show you the way."

Blake Jing: "You are such a filial son."

It has come to this point, and Blake Jing has to take the little B@st@ard with him for the sake of his cell phone.

Who knows if Xianzhou will be in chaos because of his loss of news.

If General Luofu defected or lost his mind, it would be bad news for Xianzhou.

He held Max by the hand and headed towards the hotel.

On the way, Max asked where he was going. Blake Jing gritted his teeth and said that he had kidnapped someone else's child and escaped in a car overnight to avoid being caught.

Max nodded with satisfaction.

It's a pity that God was not kind. Halfway through, there was lightning and thunder in the sky. Blake Jing looked up at the sky, looking at the natural wonder with some surprise. He clicked his tongue in wonder and said with a crow's mouth: "Isn't it going to rain?"

As soon as the words fell, within three seconds, the heavy rain poured down. Blake Jing himself didn't care, but he knew that the cubs were very fragile, and even if they were B@st@ards, they still had to be cared for.

He looked around, picked up the person and walked quickly to the bus stop. There was a shed several meters long on the platform, which was just right for shelter from the rain.

Blake Jing straddled the stool with his long legs and sat on it, then put the child in his arms and sat down.

Max shook his hair from side to side, and the rain splashed, splashing water on Blake Jing's face. He suppressed him speechlessly: "Why do you look like a raccoon slave?"

Just sloshing around when there was water reminded him of the time when he always showered Mimi with water.

Max carefully identified the words the man said. After a while, he raised his head and looked at the man's sharp jaw and said, "Raccoon slave, you actually use such ancient vocabulary."

Blake Jing humbly asked: "What should I say now?"

Max: "I won't sue you."

He was talking happily, but his body was already shivering from being exposed to the cold rain, and his face looked a little unnaturally red.

While Blake Jing held the child in his arms, letting his body, which was only wearing a shirt, warm the child, he said without hesitation: "If you don't learn well at a young age, you will easily get struck by lightning."

Blake Jing possesses the power of thunder. Even without the help of the gods, he can summon lightning for fun.

But before he could use his power to scare the child, there was a roar in the sky, and silver-white lightning slid across the horizon, almost splitting the sky. The thunderclouds rolled, as if all the winter silence was vented in one breath, and they were happily playing in the world, even happier than this lifeless little B@st@ard.

Max finally couldn't bear it anymore and gritted his teeth: "Shut up, Crow Mouth."

Blake Jing coaxed: "Give me your things and I will arrange a place for you to sleep immediately."

Max thought to himself, am I stupid? I finally managed to escape from that home, and even if I bite you to death, I will never let you go.

Their family is not considered a top-notch Chinese family, but they are rich and well-known in the local area. Being able to come in and out of their home is like being in a deserted place, and it is for the nonsense reason of seeing the scenery, which shows the strength of this male goblin. Yes, if he has his own way, Max will not let him go.

Blake Jing looked at the rabbit faintly, thinking about the possibility of knocking the person unconscious and then searching him.

He just held the B@st@ard and searched for it for a long time but couldn't find where his phone was.

Max is very sensitive to danger. When Jing Yuangang had this idea, he immediately opened his mouth and said straightforwardly and easily: "Help!"

This move worked every time, and Blake Jing immediately surrendered: "Okay, okay, I'll take you away."

Blake Jing sighed: "Are you here specifically to defeat me?"

He hugged the person tighter, protecting him in his arms for fear that he would be hit by the rain.

Max felt chills all over. After a few minutes, he finally started to sneeze due to an itchy nose. He felt aggrieved and began to speak restlessly: "How come someone can't even pay for a night in a hotel?"

Blake Jing looks young, in his early twenties, but his eyes are calm, gentle and elegant. It's okay to say he is twenty-seven or eight. Generally speaking, people of this age have jobs, let alone high-end hotels, at least go to You always have money for an Internet cafe, right?

Blake Jing said in a sullen voice, almost as if he was asleep: "I have a hotel to stay in."

The heavy rain splashed on the ground, making a splashing sound, and every sound was like a mockery.

He raised his head suddenly with a look of disbelief on his face: "Then why didn't you say it?"

Blake Jing shrugged: "Don't I match your serious and serious atmosphere?"

Max: "You are the one here specifically to defeat me."

Seeing the child's gloomy expression, Blake Jing picked him up and rushed out of the rain to run towards the hotel, which was still behind them.

Max shivered in the rain for ten minutes, but it took less than ten seconds to walk to a warm and comfortable hotel, right?

After the two of them finished washing up, Blake Jing happily took two glasses of water from the water dispenser and handed one of them to Max.

Max was wearing a white bathrobe that could wrap him up and silently looked at the water Blake Jing drank.

Blake Jing raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Max: "I want that cup."

Blake Jing: "It's the same water, what to choose."

Max: "Drink this cup from me." After speaking, the corner of his mouth curled up, and his eyes darkened slightly: "Or are you saying that there is something in it that you can't drink by yourself?"

Blake Jing coughed and raised his hand to pour the water in Max's cup into the sink: "It's not good to drink so much water at night."

Not asking for it.

Blake Jing only booked a double bed room, and Max occupied it unceremoniously. Blake Jing glanced at the little guy and turned around to go out: "I'll book another room."

Max asked from behind: "You won't send me back, right?"

Blake Jing turned around, and the warm yellow light in the room shone on the child, who looked like a person made of broken glass.

Blake Jing smiled: "If you obey."

As he said this, he closed the door, and a "bang" sounded throughout the room, and soon fell silent again.

The fragile expression on Max's face suddenly fell silent and returned to indifference.

After eating omelette rice and ice cream in the evening, he was thirsty. The water in the water dispenser might have been tampered with by a man. He didn't dare to move it at will, but Blake Jing couldn't put drugs in what he drank.

Thinking about it, Max picked up the water glass that Blake Jing placed on the bedside, avoiding the water stains on the rim of the glass, and took a careful sip. There was no strange smell before he swallowed it.

After drinking the last drop, Max passed out on the bed unconsciously.

Blake Jing pushed the door open and came in, looking at the sleeping Max without surprise: "The world of adults is not as simple as you think."

He drugged his own cup. When he was in the restaurant, he calculated what Max might do next. He squeezed a little of the sleeping potion Xianzhou gave him in advance and put it into his own cup. It was expected that Max would be wary of him. The drama that seemed to have just been discovered was just an act.

"Sleep well. When you wake up, I will no longer be in your life."