Chapter 912: Orphans

When he said this, the corners of his mouth turned up, and his face was intoxicated, but he never spoke, and everyone who only looked at it was more anxious than the other, looking left and right, and I didn't know why, just after three or four minutes of ear-to-ear exchange, a dissatisfied voice finally sounded. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"Your Excellency, are you trying to whet our appetite? Why don't you say it? It's so weird. On behalf of my lordship, I see that you are happy to be like this, you are not deceiving us, are you? Or is it that these things did not happen to you?"

"That's right. On behalf of adults. What's the matter with your smile? Why don't you speak? I can't understand your mind, and if this is happening to you. Please don't hold back, we haven't listened yet. Tell us what happened next. ā€

"That's right. That's right. Halfway through the conversation, I hate this kind of thing the most. Or is the biggest difference between the present and the past is that you have actually gotten along with your goddess?

"Oh my God. If there is such a thing, I will be the first to kill you. You irresponsible man, even if you are a representative of the adult, your position is higher than mine, and if you kill you now, I will definitely go to jail, and I will not let you go. I was abandoned by my father when I was a child, because my father ran away with other young and beautiful women.

I can't allow anything like this to happen again. My sister died in a car accident outside because her dad ran away and ended up going out to find him. If it weren't for Dad abandoning us halfway, I wouldn't have lived so badly. You know, my dad is the owner of a big company in the Federation.

Originally, I could have been a young master, but in the end I didn't do anything, even my sister died, and my mother committed suicide early because of my father's departure. I'm an orphan. No. Not only that, but I'm not even as an orphan. If you are an orphan, you will at least have some fantasies about your parents, but I have no illusions, my parents have left me so early.

Therefore, I swear that if I fall in love in the future, I will never abandon each other. If you really want to be this kind of man, don't blame me for being rude, I really can't get used to it. ā€

"Enough, enough. What the hell is going on with you? How can there be a problem with the character of the representative? Do you take the commissioner for a fool? If there is a problem with the character of the representative, will the commissioner choose the representative instead of anyone else? The representative was just a doorman before.

In terms of status, who among us is compared? Even if it is not in terms of status, in terms of income, it means that adults are far from being able to compare with us. In terms of knowledge, do the deputies have the higher knowledge among us? Nobody, right? In that case, why did the commissioner not look at us, but on the deputies?

Yes. Don't get me wrong. It's a bit hurtful for me to say that, but I really don't mean to, and I just want to emphasize why. Have you ever thought about my question? Why did the commissioner take a fancy to the representative? Actually, as long as you are not stupid and think about it, you will understand.

There is only one reason, and that is to mean that adults have qualities that the rest of us do not have. In other words, the character that represents adults is definitely the highest among all of us. Otherwise, there would be no way to explain why the Commissioner would choose to represent your Lordship. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I understand yes, but to be honest, I don't agree too much. Because, the commissioner's choice of the doorman may also be for this reason, randomness. In other words, the simple understanding is that there is no reason. The commissioner did not take into account any other factors in the selection of the representative this time, but simply took the time to tell that a random person was selected.

And this person happens to be a doorman, that is, our current representative. That's why there is a dramatic scene now. Of course. This argument may seem difficult for you to accept. Because, this means that the commissioner takes this mission too casually.

However, in my opinion, it is precisely because this mission is very important and urgent that I cannot make a serious choice. Because, the commissioner, too, is nervous. I don't know if you've ever thought about it. The commissioner will definitely have his own boss, and this task must have been assigned to him by the commissioner's boss.

Otherwise, why is he called the Commissioner? And more importantly, if not, why did he be specially appointed to serve in our Destiny Star instead of choosing someone else? You must not have thought about these things?

Of course, as it turned out, I couldn't figure it out either. Because, I'm not a central person at all. As for what the central government decided and why it made such a decision, I am afraid that only the president and the big people at that level can know. I'm just a small clerk, so it's impossible to guess.

If even I can guess, then I can only say that we also underestimate those bosses. However, your thoughts are your thoughts after all, and I am not God, and I cannot represent everyone, so I am only talking about myself. I wouldn't think so. ā€

"You mean, because the commissioner has been given a rather important task from above, the commissioner must be under a lot of pressure. And as soon as the commissioner's pressure exceeds the limit of what he can bear, then he will start to run away. And the best way to escape is to mess around.

Have you ever felt that way? I've had it before. At that time, the planet master gave me a bunch of documents to deal with, and I was asked to finish them in half a day, but in fact, if all those documents were completed, it would take at least one planet. Do you think it's scary?

So, in fact, you can understand what is going on. Or, in fact, you don't need to go on, you should also be able to guess what the final result is. That's right. I messed up. Because, it's not something I'm going to be able to do.

If I hadn't had a mental breakdown at that time, I could have done at least half of the work, but in the end, I had only done 10% of the work. Why? It's because there's too much pressure. The pressure was so great that it crushed me in advance. I started throwing tantrums like an alcoholic.

So, I took what could have been done, and fell behind a big chunk, and I was even crazy at that time, you can never imagine. I skipped work. Right. Isn't it surprising to you? If it were anyone else, they would have skipped work, right? But I'm never going to skip work, right?

Because, in your impression, my biggest characteristic is that I am never late for work, I never leave early, and I never ask for leave, even if I am sick, I have to stay up to work. Am I right? Now of course I am. Because, now I don't have any major crises.

At that time, it was really the biggest crisis of my life. I knew I couldn't finish it, so I started to give up on myself, I started throwing things around, and I even hid in the toilet on the first floor of the company and didn't dare to come out. I want to forget about it completely. Because, only by forgetting, I will not be so miserable.

But the reality is often unsatisfactory and unlikely to turn out the way you expect. So, reality is cruel a lot of the time. Cruel to you, cruel to him, cruel to me, cruel to anyone. I told myself, I'm not going to do it. You have to give up.

Because, if I don't give up, what awaits me will be even more painful torture. I can't escape the final punishment anyway. Therefore, instead of this, it is better to let yourself at least not be so hard, so nervous, and so painful before the punishment comes.

So, because this mind became heavier and heavier, the more I thought about it, the more powerless I felt, the more I felt powerless, the harder I felt, and finally after persevering for half an hour, I gave up. I chose to flee back to my home. Guess what happened next? When I got home, I fell asleep.

Because, I was afraid that things would turn out unexpectedly. But, something even more unexpected happened. Although I went home, I didn't do anything, and when I got to my room, I jumped into bed, but I couldn't sleep at all. Because, I found a very scary phenomenon.

As long as I close my eyes, my eyes are not dark, my ears are not quiet, but my eyes will become very bright and bright, as if there is a light bulb above my head shining into my eyes, even dazzling, and in this light, there is a very terrifying person, appeared in my world.

That person wasn't someone I knew, it was my boss. It's just that the boss's face is very different from usual, his face is distorted and untouched, as if it is a dough squeezed together, and the specific appearance of his facial features cannot be seen at all. But there was one that could be seen clearly, and, quite harshly, even more dazzling than the overhead light, and that was his gaze.

His gaze revealed a murderous aura, a ruthlessness that would not stop until I was killed. I just made eye contact with him and my whole body trembled involuntarily, and the feeling was no different from my nightmares. I felt sweat on my forehead, but I held on for less than half a minute before I opened my eyes.

Because, I had to open my eyes, and at that time, if I didn't open my eyes again, I was afraid that I would die of a mental breakdown from that gaze. It's horrible. It's the first time I've seen such a horrible person. But what could I do? I never imagined that I would not be able to sleep until I got home.

So, I just lay in bed and thought nonsense. But you know. There was no point in lying in bed and thinking nonsense, in that case, I would only feel more and more depressed, more and more miserable with my mother, and seeing that I was going to have a nervous breakdown and throw things like crazy, I went downstairs to the pharmacy and bought a bottle of sleeping pills. Hope that can help me with this.

I'm convinced that as long as I'm asleep, nothing will happen. However, this is not the case, and this is exactly what I said. The more I wanted to sleep, the more I couldn't sleep, and when I came back from buying the pill, I found that I had swallowed a pill and was more and more awake.

I'm starting to get scared. I live alone. So, at that time, there was no one who could help me. Even if someone can help me. I didn't dare to shout it. Because, if I call out, they will see my haggard appearance, and I don't want them to see it.

So, I had to continue to take pills, I took one pill after another, and the more I ate, the faster I ate, and only a few minutes, I actually took half a bottle of sleeping pills. Guess what? Am I falling asleep, or am I finally sleepy? No. Let me tell you, the result is still very sober.

Isn't that weird? I think it's weird too. I still haven't figured out why. But it doesn't matter now, it was important to me then. I started yelling in fear and jumping up and down the room like a madman, not to make me more awake, but to make me more tired.

Because, once people are tired, they will feel sleepy. However, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I thought what I had learned from the textbooks was useful and correct, but I ignored the fact that I had already taken sleeping pills. I was supposed to be sleepy, but I was so energetic because of this over-exercise.

So, after running around and screaming for a while, I found that I was still not sleepy at all, but more sober, and I took all the last half of the bottle of medicine in one breath and with a ruthless heart. Guess what? Am I still awake? Or am I finally falling asleep?

You must think that the outcome is either one or the other, right? It's a pity. You're wrong again. I certainly hope that this is the result. Because. Either way, it was better than what I was going through. What happened to me was even worse. I took too many sleeping pills, and my body finally couldn't bear it, and I foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Later, I was admitted to the hospital. It was a real shot at the time. The doctor said that if I had been sent a minute late, I would have died, so I was so scared that I didn't worry about anything else, but worried about what would happen to my girlfriend if I did die. At the time, my girlfriend was pregnant.

That's when our children were born. I was scared when I heard the news in my hospital room. But what scares me even more is the kind of fear that my boss brings to me. Because, when I wake up, it will be three days later, that is, the work I am responsible for has ended, and I will suffer an unpredictable punishment, and I will lose my job. ā€