My name is Jiang Lin, a delivery boy and an orphan.
One day, an old alien man driving a tractor wanted to take me home, saying he was an old colleague of my dad's. He was so forgetful that he stayed and depended on me.
"Then how do you go back?"
"Wait." The old man said, "When the earth's rotation resonates with the mirror universe, the door will reopen. But the cycle is..."
"How long?"
"Twenty-six thousand years."
I closed my eyes.
The old man couldn't read the traffic lights, secretly ate customers' milk tea, and timed out his chat with the old lady in the community.
I was about to get rid of him, but another interstellar law enforcement officer came. The spacecraft was broken and he couldn't get back, so he also relied on me.
Now, I'm delivering food with nine aliens.
Money will be deducted for overtime and bad reviews, and they also restricted the flow of my account.
The most outrageous thing is that the interstellar pursuit team also came, but their spaceship couldn't fit me - because I am an alien hybrid.
Life is not easy, Maomao sighed. No, the alien sighed.
Others are afraid of running out of time when delivering food, but I am afraid of aliens making customers cry when delivering food.
Old man, five thousand years old, hobbies: driving a tractor through red lights, and using my name to buy steamed buns on credit.
Brother Hao, a law enforcement officer, is three thousand years old. His specialty: running faster than an electric car, standing straighter than a telephone pole, saying "I don't need to eat" but staring at my lunch box and swallowing.
There are also seven colorful little brothers. Last time they were treated as cosplayers in school, and last time they were treated as cults in the wholesale market.
I asked them if they could be more reliable.
They said: "We are aliens. If we were reliable, we wouldn't be called aliens."
I was speechless.
"I'm Jiang Lin, and I'm half alien. But now I just want to deliver the takeout on time."
