On how to survive seventeen days under Baimao's hands
Also known as what to do when a retired employee meets his old boss.
When I ran away from Gin, I was very cool. When the car hit me, my money was scattered and I jumped off the cliff. I shouted sadly, "Brother, let's drink together next time——"
Then there was a snap.
I kicked the pig, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, to the bottom of the cliff. The sound of the pig falling to the ground was fake, and if there was no accident, it had turned into minced meat and foam. I was not afraid that they would pick up a piece of foam and test its DNA, because although they had the DNA of the pig, they did not have my DNA.
There is nothing much to say, killer professionalism, thank you to the winery for their careful cultivation.
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It was worn five years ago, and it was worn on a young eighteen-year-old girl. I was shocked. All the academic qualifications I had gained over the years were gone, and the corners of my mouth were raised.
If nothing else, an eighteen-year-old girl has hair.
Everyone who has traveled through time knows it, and I don't know where I've seen it. We travelers have a system, with powers, space, and a two-headed Kyubey. But my system was burping very quickly, so Tong Gong said something to me——
"Go save the world——"
Then it was gone.
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Nothing else. Then I got hungry and there was a small winery nearby. I went in to have a meal and was stunned. I hugged my eldest brother's long legs while he was trying to save my life.
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"Brother, I can steal food from a hundred people. Don't you think I'm more useful than all of them put together?"
The elder brother probably thought I was right, because three minutes later I appeared in the trunk of the Porsche 365A.
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After working for five years, I couldn't bear it anymore. It was harder to work as a cow under my elder brother than when I was working on a project under the director's hand. I would like to thank my elder brother for curing my gray hair.
The five-year period has come, so I found a cliff with good feng shui and ran while parkouring.
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Jinpen washed his hands and went back to his job. He used the fake materials prepared in the winery to find a job as a teacher in a college. I watched a group of future civil engineering guys under me prosper. They gritted their teeth and carried tripods to measure elevation and cement every day. They struggled with soil mechanics and advanced math. During the winter measurement internship, everyone wrapped a hood on their head to keep warm. There were electric rats and garlic bastards.
Although we are in two different worlds, my male college hobby has been cured by students again.
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Two years later, when these guys and I were all familiar with each other, the system went online.
The timing of its launch was very clever. At that time, I was squatting under the department building half-dead, and the monitor of the third class filmed me from behind: "Teacher, stop showing off, it's time to go to work."
I turned around and hit him with a hammer. I saw him staggering, with a smile still on his face, and the bullet penetrated between his eyebrows.
Gin's boys jumped off the cart, and the three fake wines were unloading. In Gin's hand was the Bo Lai tower that I had maintained countless times. He ignored me and my students.
The next second, the bullet penetrated my eyebrow.
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I opened my eyes and went back to before death.
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[First, the death of the host can be infinitely resurrected back to the previous day, but the person who kills the host can be himself or anyone else, not Gin.
Second, the host needs to ensure that Gin will not die on nights other than the full moon.
Intention: What else can be done, let's move forward
