Guild Boss's Ambition

I gave him a questioning look.

She smiled slyly, shaking her finger and said, "At first glance, this predictive dream seems very unreliable, but the so-called dream actually reflects a certain degree of reality. During the day, the merchant often has to collect a lot of market product data. In the deep consciousness, this data will be automatically integrated in the dream, and finally at night, the result will be reflected in our mind in the form of a dream -"

"So, I will become a bread seller in the future?"

I burst out laughing at this ridiculous statement, but Miss Lan Nong shrugged her shoulders and said with a smile: "There are many ways to interpret a dream. From my point of view, your dream is definitely a precognitive dream, but you don't know how to interpret it. Dreams are windows to the soul and a place where we meet ourselves. When you dream freely, you can often see the truest self."

I said speechlessly: "When did you decide to change your career and become a fortune teller?"

Miss Lan Nong smiled faintly: "No, I just want to tell you, uncle, if you find the man of your dreams, you should have the courage to pursue him, and don't hesitate too much because of the limitations of reason and common sense. The merchant who foresaw the decline in gold prices must also have the motivation to sell gold to avoid unnecessary losses. The predicted happiness also requires the current decision to be truly realized."

So suspicious...

Why did the little guy suddenly start telling me all these nonsense?

I always feel like she's hinting something to me...

I stared at her every move calmly, trying to find the answer I wanted.

She couldn't stand my gaze and tried to change the subject: "Mr. Stallone, although there is at least a ten-year age difference between us, I would still feel shy when being stared at by a grown man like you──"

"You are definitely hiding something from me."

I stared at her coldly and questioned, "Since you and Koroluo have no relationship in that regard, why did you suddenly want to come to this arena to watch the martial arts competition today? And you chose this venue and location where you can see Koroluo and the others? No matter how you look at it, this arrangement is too coincidental. I have to think that it was deliberately arranged by God or someone else..."

Her back was slightly straight, and she looked a little nervous.

"I……"

She hesitated, and I deliberately gave her a comforting smile and randomly proposed a hypothesis: "Since the person you care about is not Korolo, then there is only one candidate left, right? That is Hayato-kun, the Hayato-kun who just kissed Korolo. Although I also know that it is a difficult fact for me to accept that the man I like actually likes another man, but I hope you──Oops!"

"That's enough! Stop it now!"

Ms. Lan Nong shouted my nose with a furiously punch, and roared in a low voice: "Uncle Ston, you can listen to it clearly. I have no half-dangerous emotional relationship with anyone in your kitchen. I am a ordinary twelve-year-old girl. The same is nonsense for others, destroying me. "" "."

Miss Lannon said this with all her heart, and I had no doubt of it.

However, it is unlikely that you would ask me not to pay attention to the scene that just happened which could not be more coincidental.

Kororo, Hayato-kun, Ms. Lannong...

One of the three parties must be planning something...

While I was dealing with the troublesome little poster girl with a smile and dead eyes, I was thinking about the relationship between the three of them and my own next step.

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45. My Idiot Boss (Hayato)

(Hayato-kun)

Hello everyone, it’s me again, Hayato-kun.

Having lived for nineteen years, I have always felt guilty about playing just a supporting role.

However, I didn't expect that I was just a character of this level.

Just when I thought I had finally welcomed the first spring of my life, and was even ready to embark on the rosy forbidden road, I was still rejected by the opponent in that cruelly competitive arena!

After this experience, I learned a profound lesson.

Gentlemen, if you still feel like a loser, please don't expect any high-quality girls to throw themselves at you.

They have every capital to choose a partner who is more suitable for them.

The cold reality tells us...

The beautiful student council president will definitely be having an affair with the ace of a sports club; the soft girl who falls from the sky will definitely land at the doorstep of the tall, rich and handsome guy; the famous sword that is home to the sword spirit girl is definitely now hanging on the waist of a sword saint; the innocent childhood sweethearts of the past will always have given birth to babies with the high-quality meal tickets before we get married; even our own female cat has done many dirty things with his male cat in the middle of the night.

The world is full of minotaurs.

However, I didn't even stand a chance against the Minotaur.

I lamented my bumpy life and cooked another plate of shrimp fried rice.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were only a few diners left in the stone house. Seeing this, I exchanged glances with the other chefs, then put down my spoon, left the stove, and walked towards the back door.

Even though our relationship was bad on a daily basis, they and I still had a close common interest in slacking off and resting, and Chef Stallone had always turned a blind eye to our behavior. From his usual style, he thought that as long as we did things well, he would not have too many objections. After all, he was the one who slacked off the most.

Next, on my lazy way, I ran into Chef Strom at the back door.

As usual, I greeted the man who was deeply loved by the transvestite.

"Hello, chef."

"Hayato-kun?"

Normally he would just answer, but today he rarely looked at me, took out a cigarette box from his pocket, handed me a cigarette, and asked in a tepid tone, "Would you like a cigarette?"

I don't have the habit of smoking, but I still take a puff occasionally. Considering his status as the chef, I certainly didn't refuse his sharing. I took the cigarette, asked him for a light, and sat with him at the back door, smoking.

Then I noticed something was a little strange about his cigarettes.

"Milk flavor?"

Sensing my curious gaze, he smiled and shook the cigarette box, introducing: "Magic Life, a handmade product of Kangaroo Goblin Workshop, currently has 1,300 flavors, and they will randomly stuff cigarettes of different flavors into a cigarette box. We can't be sure what we bought unless we actually light it up and take a puff with our mouths."

"..."

We smoked a cigarette in silence in the back alley.

When I was about to get up and leave, the chef suddenly spoke again: "President Ehard has hired two people for me. They are both silver-level. One is a little worse than you, and the other is a little more mature than you. If you don't work harder, you will not be able to catch up with the level of this kitchen."

"Two more Silver-level people? Our kitchen shouldn't need so many people, right?"

"Yes, so you should know how to help me keep this secret."

The chef's metaphor frightened me a little, but his next words made me even more afraid: "Hayato-kun, it's a rare opportunity for us to be alone together, so don't leave in a hurry. Now that we have discussed work matters, we should also talk about private matters and get to know each other, right?"

I lowered my hips that had just been lifted half an inch and asked in confusion, "Want to get to know each other?"

"Yes, let's get to know each other."

He handed me the second cigarette and lit it for me. "Generally speaking, I won't get too close to my employees, but you are different. I feel that you and Kololo have a relationship beyond colleagues. Yesterday, Miss Lannong and I went to the Windmill Arena, where we saw you kiss Kololo -"

He cast a puzzled look at me, waiting for my explanation.

But what should I explain to him?

Can you explain why a loser like me fell in love with a transvestite, but that transvestite fell in love with you?

Pooh!

“It smells like moldy, rotten bread!”

I blew the nasty-smelling cigarette onto the ground and said coldly, "I have to say this even if it's not nice. I don't have the obligation to explain my love life to you, the chef. Why can you stare at me with such suspicious eyes?"

I vented my inner frustration, and he frowned slightly, softened his tone, and made concessions: "You are indeed not obligated to tell me anything about your private life, but Luo Luo is my good friend, he is very simple, and I have always been worried that someone would approach him with bad intentions. If you don't explain what happened that day, I am afraid I will have a lot of unnecessary wariness towards you."

I suddenly had a terrible desire to punch my boss.

But considering my lack of exercise, I immediately started to think in a different way.

Yes, although I appeared to have lost to this man and could not get Miss Kololo's love, a gentleman should help others to achieve their goals. Even if we are dumped, it is best not to retaliate against society. From various points of view, the most important thing is to make Miss Kololo happy, and the premise of this is to let this creature named Stallone in front of me be Miss Kololo's boyfriend...

I tried to imagine the two of them in bed together.

I was horrified to find that my first thought was not that it was interesting, but why was I not the male lead?

"I really fell in love with that transvestite──"

"How come my sexual orientation of 19 years has been distorted in just two days──"

However, although it is sad to have unrequited love, for the sake of Miss Kololo's happiness, I still decided to help her despite the pain and give some inspiration to Strom, the bastard who does not know how to appreciate his blessings: "Mr. Strom, the relationship between Miss Kololo and I is very simple. We just have not successfully established any emotional relationship. To be honest, I really like Miss Kololo."

I recounted the situation of that day with a sigh: "You saw me kissing Miss Ke Luoluo that day, but in fact, when I was about to kiss her, she seemed to have realized it and pushed me away. She said sorry to me and ran out. Later, I chased her out and kept asking myself the reason for my failure. In the end, she told me..."

I grabbed Stallone's arm and said through gritted teeth: "He already has another man in his heart."

"Another man?"

At this time, Stallone still looked stunned, as if he had not realized the truth.

Seeing his unconscious behavior, I couldn't help but feel sad for Miss Kololo who had been in love with him for more than six years. But since I had promised Miss Kololo to keep the secret, I didn't tell her the truth directly. I just pretended to be disappointed and proposed a hypothesis to him: "Chef, who do you think the man Miss Kololo likes is?"

The chef thought about it carefully and said, "First of all, Ke Luoluo is a face control freak, so that man must be a handsome guy. Moreover, Ke Luoluo likes cooking very much, so that man must be a foodie or a guy who knows about food. Furthermore, that man must be a violent and controlling freak, so that he can satisfy Ke Luoluo's special hobby?"

At the end of his words, the chef stared at me solemnly and asked, "Is there really such a strange man in Luo Luo's circle of life?"

Isn't it you!

I deeply feel that this human being who has no self-awareness deserves a beating.

But, again, for Miss Kololo's happiness, I can't hit him.

I could only scold him in a different way: "I'm not sure if that strange man really exists, but he obviously has such a good woman by his side but he doesn't know how to cherish her. Instead, he makes her sad and cry. I think he must be an idiot with a hole in his head, and he's the kind of arrogant man who relies on his little ability to look down on everyone! A despicable man who deserves death!"

The chef spoke up instinctively for himself: "No... I think Ke Luoluo's taste is not that bad."

I immediately threw some more dirty water at him.

"Who said it wasn't! But Miss Luo Luo has been thinking about that guy day and night, and that idiot hasn't even noticed her love. I say, if that bastard is not impotent, then he must be blind, or he is a failure who has no understanding of romantic love. Tsk tsk tsk! I really don't understand why the Creator God allowed that person to exist."

After that, I took the chef's hand and asked him, "Chef, do you think that man should die?"

The chef was also a compassionate person. Seeing how sad I was, he stood on the same side with me: "Hearing what you said, it seems that the man really deserves to die. But, Hayato-kun, it's common to be rejected when you confess. Women, if this one doesn't want you, you can find another better one. Men should not just hang themselves on one tree, we still have a whole forest."

A whole forest?

I glanced at the chef with cold envy and stuffed the cigarette butt into the water tank in the back alley.

“There may be better women in the world, but Miss Kololo is Miss Kololo.”

"Now I just hope that idiot can realize Miss K'lolo's feelings as soon as possible, and cherish and love her well."

I muttered to myself while leaving him a few words from my heart, then got up and went back to the kitchen where she was, and worked hard.

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46. ​​My Lannong Senior (Gushan)

(Ancient Mountain)

The drizzle in late autumn always brings a poetic feel.

I love so much.

But today, when I returned to work after vacation, Mr. Stallone gave me a chilling warning.

"But Miss Luo Luo and Senior Lan Nong are not a couple."

After I got this news, I knew I was in trouble. If Senior Lan Nong found out that I was secretly setting her up with someone else, she would definitely not let me, a smart-assed rebel, off easily. Moreover, although Senior usually looked harmless and cute, when she got serious, she was a pool of dirty water that couldn't be any darker...

At lunch time, in order to escape Miss Lannong's fire, I prepared my meal in the kitchen, then quickly bypassed our usual gathering place and fled directly to the rooftop of the stone house. Unfortunately -

"Good afternoon, Gushan."

The sinister Senior Lan Nong had already laid out the carpet in the morning and was waiting for my arrival on the rooftop. This clearly meant that she had already seen through my thoughts and predicted my actions, and had everything under her control.

senior……

very scary……

I forced a smile at her, walked over timidly and sat down next to her.

Then I understood clearly what it meant to be on pins and needles.

At this moment, Senior Lan Nong's smile was particularly bright.

When she saw me sitting down, she came over, leaned against my shoulder, and opened the three-layer food box one by one, laying out the colorful delicacies in front of me. But any adventurer with a little common sense of survival in the wild would understand that the more colorful the species, the more poisonous they are. If you naively eat these beautiful and cute things, it may very well be your last meal.

"I tried making some fried sweet eggs. Gu Shan, can you help me test the taste?"

Senior Lan Nong smiled and put a piece of sweet egg in front of me.

Although the bright and shiny luster on the fried egg was giving me a visual message of deliciousness, my biological instinct was sending me a stronger warning of danger. If I ate this thing, I might not be able to see the moon tonight.

However, since Senior Lan Nong has already put the sweet egg to my lips, I still have to bear the consequences of this retribution with tears.

"Then I'll be gracious—"