The story of Xiaoha and Xiaomi
I was eating Pringles in the break room and looking through the test reports of the Lexus IS-F and BMW M3. This year's International Auto Show has just ended, and many magazines are "happy to share" fancy news from the show. The dean's call came at this moment. I put down Pringle, took Fay's towel to wipe my hands, and picked up the phone:
"Dean, are there guests?"
On the other side of the phone came the dean's grumbling voice, as if pouring beans out of a bamboo tube:
"Milo, why are you always so elusive? I'm looking for someone to ask an old friend to go to the public security intranet to confirm that you are still in the country. If you don't want to work, resign as soon as possible. It's like you're dragging me to work for me. I don't have that much free time to waste on playing hide and seek with you..."
"Dean,"
I took out another stack of potato chips and stuffed them into my mouth. The crisp chewing sound spread through the microphone:
"I'm in the lounge. Didn't Fay tell you when she went upstairs?"
The phone was silent for two seconds, allowing me to swallow the chips.
"Are you in the lounge? Well, go to the SPA now. There are big customers, so you can deal with them."
"Big client?"
I continued to flip through the car test report:
"Dean, if she's a beauty, I'll go. If she's not, I won't talk about it. You should know my 'hobby'."
"Hmm,"
The dean sneered on the phone:
"You have a lot of bad things going on, don't talk to me, and go quickly. You are the only masseur in the hospital who is doing nothing."
"Okay, okay, why don't I go?"
I ate all the Pringles and threw the potato chip tube three-quarters into the trash can.
"What's the guest's surname?"
"Mr. Hades, Milo, please take good care of me. I don't want you to annoy the guests like last time and take us to court."
I glanced at the magazine in my hand and said to the dean:
"Don't worry, it's a big fish. I will serve you wholeheartedly for my considerable tip. Okay, I'll go over now. Is Mu at the SPA?"
The dean was obviously impatient with my "Motorola":
"Now, the essential oils, towels, etc. Are all ready. All that's left is you!"
I yawned into the receiver and threw away the magazine in my hand:
"Okay, work hard for more tips!"
After saying that, he hung up the phone with a snap, washed his hands carefully in the sink, changed into his work clothes, and went straight to the SPA center in the courtyard.
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