After more than 400 days of hard work, the project was about to be delivered. As a result, the team was disbanded on the spot, leaving me alone with the dog supervisor to stay at the work station.
During the day, he couldn't finish changing the code, but at night, he was watching girls in the live broadcast room. He thought that life would be like this, and a time-travel disrupted everything.
In the past, we were superiors and subordinates, but now our situation has completely reversed: I am the drug boy running errands, and he is the superior heir apparent.
It happened that zombies broke out in ancient times. There was no water, no electricity, no space, no guns, no cannons, no food.
My immediate boss who used to be in charge of me? Now let's each rely on our abilities and let's see how I play the end of the world!
Reader comments
Okay, okay, the subject matter is quite novel, ancient apocalypse, logical, Goldfinger is relatively restrained, I hope to write it well and maintain good quality.
Okay, okay, the subject matter is quite novel, ancient apocalypse, logical, Goldfinger is relatively restrained, I hope to write it well and maintain good quality.