For a tech nerd, getting out of bed in the morning is the most painful thing.

When the alarm clock rang for the third time, Ma Nan struggled to get up from the bed, sleepy-eyed like a zombie and went into the bathroom to wash up, and his head finally woke up.

After washing his face, he came out habitually and glanced at the bedroom next door, and the slightly messy room was empty.

"Young people's bodies are good......"

Ma Nan shook his head and sighed.

Ma Nan is just twenty-four years old this year, but recently, he always feels old, and the culprit of this illusion is his diligent and excessive little boss.

……

The little boss was busy.

He gets up at six o'clock in the morning to go out for a run, comes back at half past eight to wash up, and puts himself into the new day's work at nine o'clock.

The little boss occasionally goes out during the day, and most of the time he is working on the website with Ma Nan. Truth be told, his skills aren't great, but he's creative, and Ma Nan suspects he'll even be able to take on the role of planning director for the portal.

The small boss has no habit of abusing employees, and although they don't even have a contract for their leather bags, they have always adhered to a 9-to-5 work system.

Of course, no one follows this system from top to bottom.

Although the little boss kept saying that he was not in a hurry, he himself was like a tightened clockwork, making people unable not to get nervous.

Ma Nan worked until twelve o'clock last night, and when he got up from a good night's sleep, the light in the little boss's bedroom was still on......

……

Ma Nan walked into the kitchen and, as expected, saw a breakfast with residual warmth.

"The eggs are fried again, bad reviews...... Milk...... Poof—"

"Ahem," Ma Nan grabbed a rag and wiped his mouth, looking at the milky liquid with a headache.

The little boss mistook MSG for sugar again.

Ma Nan carefully took the cup to the side like a bomb disposal expert, only to notice a sticky note attached to the bottom of the cup, which read, "This is a prank." ”

I believe in your ghosts!

Ma Nan can restore the truth of the matter with his toes, the little boss definitely doesn't want to admit his mistakes, that's right, pranks or something are excuses!

The little boss is usually as strong as Superman, but just like Superman is also afraid of kryptonite, his weakness is in the kitchen.

Men in the north usually don't cook, and it's hard to understand the enthusiasm of small bosses for the kitchen.

In less than a month, he created countless disasters, but he enjoyed them without repentance, and made a certain guinea pig suffer.

"If nothing else, I'll be a billionaire in 10 years, what will I do then? Make more money? Don't be stupid, then I should enjoy life. In order to become a good family man who understands life and tastes, cooking is the basic skill......"

The little boss said eloquently.

……

Ma Nan felt that the little boss was versatile enough, and he didn't need to learn another cooking skill at all.

After eating breakfast with a disgusted face, mainly to dry out the charred fried eggs and steamed bread slices, Ma Nan sat on the sofa in the living room, picked up the guitar and played it wildly.

It's a beautiful electric guitar with a sapphire blue body that's as shiny as a luxury sports car.

The owner of the guitar is named Guo Hua, a short boy with some talk, and he is a classmate of the little boss.

Ma Nan doesn't know many people in Yingzhou, and the people he is most familiar with are the little boss and his four good friends. They are Pang Tao, Guo Hua, Zhao Min and Xu Xiaowen.

These children come over after school almost every day, and they use this place as a stronghold.

To be honest, Ma Nan likes to be with them, at least it proves that he is not kidnapped by aliens.

The four children have distinct personalities.

Pang Tao doesn't talk much, he is simple and stupid, but he has become a little dark-bellied lately - the word was invented by the little boss - and he will always come up with a sentence that makes people cry out when others are chatting happily.

Guo Hua and Pang Tao are the opposite, just talking about lip service, they can probably be regarded as a strengthened version of the little boss. With Guo Hua, you must not give him a chance to speak, otherwise it is equivalent to stabbing a hornet's nest. Of course, if he is not allowed to speak, he will use his guitar to make more noise.

Zhao Min...... This is a boyish girl from dress to speech and demeanor, in a sense, rarer than a genius little boss. This girl is very compatible with the little boss, and often makes some pranks that make people cry and laugh, but her emotional intelligence is very high, so that people can't be angry with her.

As for Xu Xiaowen, she didn't come much, but!

She reminded Ma Nan of her first love.

However, Ma Nan never dared to think about Xu Xiaowen.

The story of the little boss who was angry at the crown and became a red face, he was almost calloused in his ears, and the heroine was Xu Xiaowen. Ma Nan felt that if he dared to think that he shouldn't be, he would really be sold to the black coal kiln.

……

Speaking of the fall of the former mayor, I have to mention the other party to the incident, the current mayor Guan Xuedao.

Before Ma Nan came to Yingzhou, the biggest leader he had seen was the dean of the college, and the dean talked to him cordially and gave him a withdrawal notice.

Ma Nan didn't know who was the bigger official, the dean of the college or the county-level mayor, probably because the mayor sounded more powerful?

Ma Nan quit his job on impulse and came to Yingzhou with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that the person who went to pick him up was not Li Yuan, but the mayor's secretary. Until he walked into the mayor's office, his head was blank, and when he saw the little boss and the mayor talking and laughing freely, his jaw almost fell in surprise.

It is no exaggeration to say that if it weren't for Guan Xuedao's existence that gave him confidence, he would have left with his bag at the first moment he learned that the little boss was still in junior high school.

Of course, after a month of getting along, Ma Nan really likes the current life.

……

"Ding Dong!"

The doorbell rings.

Ma Nan answered and opened the door.

"Mayor Guan, why are you here?"

Ma Nan greeted warmly, noticing that Guan Xuedao was followed by two people.

A pair of very beautiful sister flowers.

……

"What about Li Yuan?"

Guan Xuedao casually hung his coat on the coat rack and beckoned the two sisters to sit down.

"Yuan Shao went out for a run, why don't I give him a call?"

"No, we'll wait for him later. ”

It was not the first time Guan Xuedao had come, and Ma Nan did not deliberately greet him, so he went to the kitchen and poured three cups of hot water.

"Mayor Guan, who are these two?"

"I am Li Yuan's sister, and she is Li Yuan's sister. ”

The older woman picked up the water glass and said with a smile: "I heard Li Yuan mention you on the phone, you are also from Changshan?"

"You too?"

Ma Nan heard the voice, and he was very happy to see the two Changshan fellows, but his head was still a little confused, and he didn't remember that Li Yuan had sisters and sisters.

"Auntie!" the young girl called, making Ma Nan more and more confused.

The older woman saw Ma Nan's doubts, and said with a smile: "My name is Qiao Ruonan, this is my niece Shen Zhuyin, we have our own opinions." ”

Speaking of this, Qiao Ruonan clapped his hands and said to Shen Zhuyin: "By the way, you go hide it first!" and asked Ma Nan again, "Which is Li Yuan's room?"

"Oh, this one. Ma Nan led the two girls to the door of Li Yuan's room, and said with some embarrassment: "Yuan Shao usually loves to be clean, but he has been too busy for the past two days, so he didn't clean up seriously." ”

"We're not here to check the post, so we don't need you to cover for him. ”

Qiao Ruonan smiled and looked in and said, "It's really messy." ”

As he spoke, he pushed Shen Zhuyin into the house, "You go and help him clean up." ”

"Why! It's been almost a month, and he didn't even say to call me!"

Shen Zhuyin complained dissatisfiedly, but still pulled up his sleeves to help clean it up.

……

Ma Nan followed Qiao Ruonan back to the living room.

"If you want to be busy, you can be busy, and leave us alone. ”

"Nothing happened today. ”

"Is your website ready?"

"Almost, all that's left is to fill in the content. ”

"Can I take a look?" Qiao Ruonan asked curiously, and then waved his hand and said, "Forget it, let's talk about it when he comes back." ”

Qiao Ruonan looked around, noticed the clean ashtray on the coffee table, and said with a smile: "The bedroom is a mess, but the living room is very clean." ”

"That kid wasn't that hardworking. ”

Guan Xuedao said and pointed to a line of large characters hanging on the wall.

"No smoking?"

Qiao Ruonan looked at the four big characters of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, and said strangely: "I remember that kid also smokes, right?

Guan Xuedao smiled: "I don't know if it's changed to righteousness, I only know that ponies can't smell smoke." ”

Seeing Guan Xuedao mention himself, Ma Nan said: "I have rhinitis, and my classmates often come over, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, so he specially wrote a reminder to himself." ”

"He's quite caring. Qiao Ruonan nodded, reacted, and asked, "He wrote this word?"

"Yes, the level of calligraphy of Yuan Shao is really not enough. Ma Nan said with a smile: "He also said two days ago that if he can't pay a bonus at the end of the year, he will go to the market to sell Spring Festival couplets......"

"That's a good idea!" Qiao Ruonan laughed. Pointing to the ashtray and asking, "Since smoking is prohibited, what do you do with an ashtray?"

"This is also the idea of the source of less. He said that there was a writer named Paul who wrote a book that said that a person of good taste must have an ashtray at home. ”

"Paul Fussell. ”

Qiao Ruonan was a little surprised, and said to the two who didn't know why: "Paul Fussell is an American writer who wrote a book called "Style", which is about the social hierarchy in the United States. ”

Speaking of this, Qiao Ruonan was puzzled, "No, I remember that there is no translated version in China." ”

"Probably the original English book he read, he recently bought a lot of English books, no way, we don't understand the world of genius. Ma Nan spread his hands and made a helpless gesture.

Qiao Ruonan's attention quickly shifted to the guitar and asked, "This is also his?"

"It's his classmate's. ”

"Oh, it scared me, I thought he could play—"

"Well, he does, his classmates come to him every day after school to learn the piano......" Ma Nan said ostentatiously, "You may not know, he has been writing a novel recently, I read it, it's really good......"

Qiao Ruonan's eyes sparkled, and he found that he couldn't see through Li Yuan more and more, to paraphrase a sentence in "Forrest Gump" - Li Yuan is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next piece will taste like.

"He is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, he should not live in this era. Qiao Ruonan said helplessly: "You just tell me what else he can't do, right?"

"He's a terrible cook. Ma Nan replied without hesitation: "His cooking skills are simply rotten! You don't know, I feel like I'm going to be executed every day when I eat, and the food he cooks is not unpalatable, it's just poison......

Ma Nan poured bitter water, and even Guan Xuedao, where the old god was there, felt unbearable.

Just then, the door opened.

"Ma Nan, do you dare to say that my cooking skills are terrible, believe it or not, I will deduct your salary?!"