Invincible, Why Do I Need To Do It Myself

Xiao Maki: "Eh eh eh eh?"

"Big sister, are you too surprised? This must be a joke." The little girl waved her hand, "If there are superpowers in this world, then Fuxue is a cat."

With a tired poker face, Goto said again: "I'm not kidding, super powers do exist."

This time, the entire conference room was completely silent, and no one broke it.

Finally, Goto said, "But can you accept it? This is what is happening, and the second branch of special aircraft is to assist the superpowers in dealing with the crimes of the superpowers and the special mobile team directly under the Prime Minister's Office, which is responsible for covering up the truth. one."

The little girl opposite Xiao Shi suddenly "meowed".

Only then did Xiao Shi react: "Huh? Superpower?"

"Yes, super power."

"Then, I was called because... No, I don't have superpowers?"

"Yes, you don't have one, but you can dance a goddess dance. As far as we know, you dance very well. You also understand Chinese. In addition, you also like to tie your hair up carefully."

"Huh?" Xiao Shi touched her haircut, "It's also related to this?"

"This is mimicking Miyamizu's hairstyle in the movie "Your Name", right?"

"Uh..." Xiao Shi looked away.

"It doesn't matter, I won't despise you just because you are a hidden house. It's better to say that this attribute is really good."

"Properties?" Xiao Shi repeated the words she had heard that were unbelievable.

"Yes, attributes. Because the goal of the mission is to say that he is a dead house openly, so he stays openly." Section Chief Goto has an expression of nothing to do with him. In Guan Ji's tone, he said, "So you are one of the key figures in this plan."

At this time, the little girl meowing next to me just looked at Section Chief Goto: "Surely, this target is in China, right?"

"Yes, by the way, Bai Quan, the reason you were selected is that you participated in the VTB role played by your mother, and you have a huge popularity in China."

The little girl-Bai Quan-frowned and touched her black hair: "So, am I going to dye my hair white?"

Xiao Shi asked in surprise: "Why? What does it have to do with gray hair?"

Goto glanced at Kumori Komaki, and then at Baiquan.

"There is still a month and a half before the action, and half a month before we depart for China. During this period, we must make all preparations. So rest assured, we will let you understand everything."

He stood up: "Above."

Then he turned around and left the conference room.

Xiao Shi looked dumbfounded, she glanced at the girl who was younger than herself across the table, who didn't know where to take out the bubble gum, and she was playing with it now.

At the same time, Shelley Elizabeth completed the makeup removal in an express hotel in Guangdong.

She looked at her beautiful face finally restored, and cursed.

Then she washed her face carefully, picked up the phone after she got out of the room, and called up the photos of the King of Yellow Clothes and his followers.

"This **** actually ruined my fashion show! It gave me so much effort for so long! Wait and see, I will let him know how good I am!"

At this time, her other phone rang, and she picked it up to see that the phone came from a special encrypted line.

"Hey, this is Elizabeth."

"The admission notice for international students from Yixian University is in the drawer of the desk in your room. Don't rush to restore your beauty. Wait for the host to remove the surveillance of you. I believe it won't take too long."

"I refuse! The white women who are enrolled in Yixian University at this time, as long as they are not stupid, know what I am here for. Don't worry, I will use my real ability to complete the task quickly. The host will not drive me away now. Their biggest mistake."

Elizabeth hung up the phone.

Ah, in the end there were still two more changes.

But the last one is more than 3,000 words, so it is 15.5 more?

I don't know if I can get the first place in the updated list.

I took a look at the update list, it's not right.

Someone has posted 16 chapters for deposit, one chapter is 2000, and it should be 32,000 words.

It turned out to be just over 31,000?

Either someone lied, there were no 16 changes at all, or the number was wrong when the manuscript was posted.

Hahaha, I'll take it away from the first week.

By the way, I am also the first update this month, tens of thousands of words more than someone.

Remember, my kind is a genuine outbreak.

I have to get him down today because I am the one who is the most and hardest person. Why do I have this little trick to get ahead of me for so many days a week?

So I also come to play saving manuscripts, I change five every day, and then save two chapters.

Update the list, others can be ahead of me.

you can not.

PS: See how I fight, everyone vote for it

Chapter 235 The Life of a Maid's Shop Manager From Zero (one more)

Another week passed.

Ma Sha sat in the "live room" arranged on the third floor of the maid shop, wearing an Eastwood hat, and using the newly equipped computer to play the Silver Bear League.

After beautifully completing a wave of five kills, Ma Sha turned to look at the split screen on the side, and his live broadcast room was quiet, with no barrage at all.

He smacked his lips: "Is it because I didn't speak enough or I didn't play well enough? Why didn't I react at all?"

At this moment, a line of text drifted across the barrage: "It's probably because I'm the only one watching it, the anchor, come on."

Ma Sha glanced at the number of viewers in his live broadcast room, and was shocked: I am a small anchor who only broadcasts for three days, and there are also "yin soldiers" viewers?

At this time, the opposite side surrendered, and the main base exploded to pieces under the brilliant light effect.

Ma Sha stretched his waist when he heard the noise of the girls outside the "live room".

He was about to stand up and open the door to see what the girls were arguing. The door of the live broadcast room opened, and Chihiro wore a pretty gorgeous maid costume and rushed in—it’s really a dash, like a ballet. Into the capture range of the Masha camera.

"Does it look good?" she asked with a smile.