In order to test for the residence permit in the human world, I was ordered to approach that rustic programmer.
His glasses are thicker than the bottoms of wine bottles, and his plaid shirt looks like a color palette.
I shook my nine tails and memorized the "Handbook for Seducing Men": "Sir, do you want... To help me repair my computer?"
He stared at my blue-screen monitor and frowned: "Your virus code... Is as frequent as my mother's scolding me."
Later, the whole company saw him push me against the server cabinet, take off his glasses and reveal his face on the cover of a financial magazine: "Little fox, you entered the wrong gender on the employment form."
And I was secretly using my tail to take away the screws on his keyboard - wait! How is this the lost love token algorithm of our fox clan? !
