[Shuttle] [Imagination] [Mysterious Organization] [Dispatch from the Heavens]
Guo Xiaoxia was slumped on her sofa at home. She had just stuffed the mission report into the special transmission box for web spinners when she heard that damn notification sound - it was not WeChat or takeout, it was the organization's standard "job is coming again" alarm.
He stared at the rotating chandelier on the ceiling. This thing was brought back from the steampunk world last time and was now swinging with his resentment. "Can't we allow non-staff personnel to enjoy non-staff treatment?
"Okay, okay," Guo Xiaoxia climbed up resignedly and began to receive the equipment for this mission, "Anyway, the KPI before becoming a full-time employee is as endless as the expansion of the universe. "He grabbed the all-purpose coat that could protect against lasers and zombie scratches, and finally stuffed a refreshing candy from the wizarding world into his mouth.
The portal buzzed behind him. Guo Xiaoxia looked back at the dishes that had not been washed yet, and suddenly felt - no matter whether he went to the apocalypse to kill zombies or to break up conflicts in parallel time and space, at least he didn't have to wash the dishes. It didn't seem to be a big loss?
He stepped into the light door, and his last thought before disappearing was: Next time, he must apply for paid annual leave with the organization.
