Chapter 313: The Only Possible Present Turn Spoof I

The extra is set in a modern day eg

I thought I was playing a multi-character relationship game, but I didn't realize I'd only ever be able to play one ending.

From a failed mission reportby Xue Meng

Xue Meng is eating the penultimate piece of red bean cake with coconut milk on her plate.

He had to be very careful as he cut along the edge of the red bean cake with a plastic spoon, precise in his estimation and steady in his hand. He wanted to keep as much of the cake intact as possible, but unfortunately, half of it had already been tarnished by the mango mousse that came in the same dish.

He hated Mango as much as he hated his job at the Xianxia Boundary Protection Authority.

Unfortunately he had to do it, this was the 21st century and the foolish son of the Taoist family had to come out to work to support himself.

"Mission report, Mr. Xue ." A dry, mechanical female voice came over the headset.

Xue Meng rolled her eyes, since a new director named Jiang had been transferred to the Time Protection Bureau, mission debriefing had become a daily necessity.

"I arrived at the office at 8:20 today, so I was not late. I packed a Master Li pan-fried dish this morning, it was delicious. I'll start stamping after I'm done with the fried food"

This is why Xue Meng hates his job.

Yes, stamped.

It's a long story, but in the end it's his old man who is to blame. Xue Meng's father, Xue Zhengyong, is the head of the International Xianxia Bureau. As the only son of the head of the bureau, Xue Meng has lived a life where no one dares to offend him, and all the food he eats and uses is specially provided by the Xianxia Bureau. The parents don't even look at them.

Such a young son of the Xianxia sector had a good time, and after graduating, he joined the Xianxia Sector Protection Bureau and was personally received by the Director on his first day of work.

The director at the time was Nan Gongliu, a fat, white, middle-aged man who could sweat even when climbing two flights of stairs.

Nan Gongliu held Little Xue's hand, shaking his cheeks and greeting him: "Oh, Xue Meng, you look just like your father, you're his own son, handsome"

Xue Meng said, "Thank you, Uncle, for the compliment."

Nan Gongliu cheerfully: "Your father and I are old friends, let's not talk about small talk, come on, uncle will first explain to you the work you need to do."

Xue Meng, a recent graduate, was still full of ambition and was determined to contribute to the building of a harmonious new Xianxia community.

Look at this, no trace of the second generation, what a great kid

Director Nangong gave him a deep look, curbed his smile and said solemnly, "Little Xue, the organisation has taken into account that you come from a Xianxia family and are exceptional in every way. So, even though you are the jewel in the crown of Director Xue, we have decided to give you the toughest and most difficult job."

Xue Meng was enthused: "I've always loved all kinds of adventure since I was a kid. In the past, people always kept me away from this and that because of my father's face." His eyes sparkled, "Finally, I've made it to the top."

Commissioner Nangong patted him on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Ambitious."

Xue Meng asks, "So what do I have to do?"

"Ahem." Nan Gongliu cleared his throat, "In a nutshell, this is a difficult job that no one in this Council can do. It requires exceptional patience, precise judgement and decisive decision-making. For every decision you make is a decision that will save a thousand lives.

He looked serious, his eyes burning as if a round of holy light were rising behind him.

"It's the hard work of rushing to the front line. When you first came to work for the Time Bureau, your father told me to find a comfortable and safe position for you, but after reading your CV, I felt that you were a good kid full of ambition and I couldn't apologise for the enthusiasm of a young man, so after much deliberation, I gave you this job."

The Director said, reaching out a hand and poking Xue Meng in the chest.

"You have to be worthy of those millions of lives."

Xue Meng burst into tears and stood in awe: "Director, thank you for giving me such an important job despite my father's obstacles.

Director Nan Gongliu gave him an approving look and encouraged him, saying: "Do a good job" and left with his clothes on.

When the young Xue students returned home that day, they couldn't contain their excitement. Without telling his parents, he quietly ordered a batch from the Peach Bud website at the Xianxia store.

Violent ds crispy fried chicken produced by Cold Scale Pharmaceuticals: eaten to gain ten times the mana for one hour, cannot be used in combat.

Er Dog Life Extension Pills Yu Heng Manufactures: It's useless to take them after you're dead.

Temple of No Mercy by Buddha Pharmaceuticals: A glowing light that emits from one's head to show the way to one's companions in the dark.

The White Madness Pill Fairy Tramper Pharmaceuticals: relieves chaos.

Ancestral Millennium Date Pill produced by Greedy Wolf Pharmaceuticals: for use against the enemy only.

In this way, Xue Meng is prepared for everything and even dreams at night that he has travelled back in time to the Second World War of Xianxia, where he died heroically to fight against the black magic sweeping over Europe.

But the next day, when Xue Meng arrived at the office with great ambition, he was stunned.

"This is what I do."

The sweet, long-legged, big-breasted secretary poured him a cup of fragrant tea and said gently, "Yes, Mr. Xue, this is what you do."

Xue Meng came to his desk in disbelief, looking at the piles of approved forms for the Xianxia sector projects, his mouth gradually opened into an O shape.

He tremblingly reached out and picked up the top stack of approved papers for a cursory look, and a big bright red headline came into view, the headline was so tongue-in-cheek that an ordinary person couldn't read it again: Accountability for the illegal use of Lonely Moonlit immortal pig feed in Shandong Linyi Mortal Pig Farm

What what way

Xue Meng was dizzy.

But he gritted his teeth and read on.

"Recently, the Drug Monitoring Team received a report of a monk selling expired fairy pig feed produced by Lonely Moonlit to mortal traders through illegal channels, resulting in more than eight thousand bags of expired feed reaching the market, which has already been consumed by pigs in three pig farms, with the number of pigs involved reaching four hundred at the time of writing, and the situation is critical. "

Xue Meng :""

Turn back a page further.

Xianxia Livestock Use Committee's advice: Send someone to buy back all the contaminated pork and destroy it.

The Xianxia Realm Mortal Council's opinion: seconded, and the monks involved be apprehended for questioning.

Xianxia Sector Publicity Committee Disposition: Seconded and asked the newswire team to follow up with PR.

Opinion of the Chairman of the Integrated Case Committee of the Xianxia Boundary Protection Authority: empty

Xue Meng looked up in confusion as he poked at the word 'empty' with one hand and asked the smiling lady next to him, "Why isn't anyone writing an opinion here?"

The little sister smiled and patiently explained, "I'm waiting for you to stamp it."

"But I'm not," he read, looking down at the report, " the head of the Integrated Case Committee of the Xianxia Protection Authority."

But when he looked up again and into the loving eyes of his secretary, he couldn't help but hesitate and be confused: "Am I"

The little sister pulled out a small brooch from behind her with the words "Xue Meng, Chairman of the General Cases Committee" printed on it, and it even came with a picture of Xue Meng's most unsatisfactory head.

She put it on Xue Meng and smiled, "Now you are the glorious chairman of the committee, congratulations."

And handed two stamps, one stamped with a circle and one stamped with a cross.

"Agree to file with a circle, deny to file with a fork." The little sister smiled, "Please get to work."

Xue Meng's mouth opened and closed, he had many things to say and many curses to spew, but finally he swallowed and asked with difficulty, "Can I not choose?"

The little sister curled her eyes with a smile, "Of course you can, then cover both."

"" Xue Meng felt breathless, "What would I end up doing if I didn't choose either"

"Leave it to the Secretary to the Director."

Xue Meng is even weaker: "Then what else do you want me to do?"

The little sister said kindly, "So, personally, I would suggest that it would be best for you to have one stamp at a time."

Xue Meng :""

And so, as the days went on, Xue Meng really learned the art of Nan Gongliu's words at the time. This bloody, bloody job made him feel like a pile driver every day, punching circles or forks into different reports. It really did require an inhuman amount of patience.

Of course, this patience is more than just facing a boring job without rebellion. The greater patience is the daily restraint he has to exercise in order to convince himself not to fucking rush to Nan Gongliu's office and strangle the director's reproductive organs!

Although Commissioner Nangong did not lie to him, he did decide on the fate of thousands of lives.

Just take a look at these reports

Violent ds crispy chicken exclusive chicken farm approval report

Special Post-Construction Approval of the Gourd Children's Report on Becoming a Spirit

Specially Approved Post-Construction Report of the Black Cat's Coming of Age

Lonely Moonlit retired Palm veteran applies: I really want to live another 500 years

Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat Research Group: Call for monks carrying the Beauty Seat gene to donate sperm for the Human Demon Genetic Project

But it's not a job that takes hundreds of millions of lives a minute.

With a fierce look on his face, Xue Meng lifted his little fork and snapped it over the sperm donation initiative. A sense of justice that had saved countless little lives arose in him and he coolly annotated, "No one wants to be shot in a cup and frozen. Veto."

He admitted that he was venting his grievances, but he hoped that this nonsense would be so intolerable to the Director that it would be better to give him a transfer to the first line, so that he could go to the mortal world to subdue demons or something.

On the contrary, at a party, Xue Meng heard that the Secretary's secretary, Miss Ye Wangxi, had to work overtime until the early hours of the morning because of these pranks.

"If you make your daughter-in-law work overtime again, I'll quit tomorrow."

Halfway down the corridor you can hear the director's son, Nangong Si, banging on the table and jumping to his feet inside.

Xue Meng scowled sheepishly, and after a moment of dithering, he decided that he had to face the reports seriously.

After a few months of this, just as he was getting faster and faster at stamping, almost forgetting his initial ambition when he first graduated, Nan Gongliu was suspended for taking bribes from demon types and lost his iron job.

The new Director is here.

Director Jiang Xi is very quick to take over any task. It took him an hour to understand exactly what Xue Meng's post was for.

This is not because Jiang is not smart, but because Nan Gongliu's packaging for Xue Meng is so impressive that Jiang unwrapped the wrapping paper for half a day, one layer after another, only to find out that what was inside was a fart.

All in all, Xue Meng's position is a virtual non-existence, and even Little Li, the lazy dishwasher in the canteen, does more meaningful work than he does.

He decided to abolish the post of "General Committee Chairman" and give Xue Meng something else to do.

He spent a week or so observing the idea and finally made a decision, and there was the opening scene

"Mission report, Mr. Xue."

"I arrived at the office at 8:20 today and was not late, I packed a Master Li fried food in the morning, it tasted good, I suggest you all go and try it when you have time, the key is that the old grandfather who sells fried food is kind and compliments people, he can even call a 60 year old aunt a little sister. I started stamping after I finished the fried food."

A sudden hiss of electricity came from the headset.

Then Jiang Xi's channel cut in and the icy ai sound effect disappeared and was replaced by the voice of Director Jiang, who was even more insensitive than the ai.

"From today onwards you don't have to stamp. Come to my office tomorrow, I have an important job for you." Jiang Xi paused and said without a ripple, "Remember to bring me a Master Li sashimi, with vinegar."

Xue Meng :""