Wu Chong, who does not stutter, submitted more than 3,000 cover letters on the Internet, and received some interview replies sporadically.

Although he noted at the end of his cover letter: "communicative phobia", the status of a graduate of "Kyoto University" is really eye-catching. Some employers, in line with the idea of "reducing talents without sticking to one pattern", gave Wu Chong a chance to interview.

He got up early in the morning to run the interview, and after running the interview of more than 20 units, it was already sunset.

Wu Chong's face is full of oil, although he is tired, but he is very happy, and today's communication index will soar to at least 130! If you don't miscalculate, it should be around 145.

The maple leaves are reddish and the phoenix flowers are blooming.

Wu Chong broke his backpack and walked alone on the way back to the dormitory, staring directly at the road with his eyes, he walked quickly and steadily.

From time to time, passers-by look sideways: Oh, this is the wonder of Kyoto University, a particularly poor communicator - Wu Chong?

Even the way you walk is so weird?

He walked like this and picked up a lot of money?

Wu Chongcai didn't care what others said about him, he lowered his head and only cared about the road under his feet.

When passing by the student activity center under construction, Wu Chong's ears [ding! There was a loud bang.

"Who!?" Wu Chong was so frightened that he was scared.

He raised his head, his little eyes turned a few times, and he looked left and right, but there was no one, and the streets were empty. The sun is about to set in the west, it is not dazzling at all, it is warm and warm.

At this time, a standard pronunciation prompts: [There are big strange things around, please try to communicate and win double the communication index]

It's a sound from the system!

Wu Chong touched his chin and looked around curiously, and on both sides of the road were the walls of the construction site, and two lines of slogans were painted on the walls: "Paralysis is the biggest hidden danger, and dereliction of duty is the biggest bane."

Outside the walls, machinery rumbles; Inside the walls, the roads are empty, where are the people? There are no flowers and plants, how can there be strange things?

Wu Chong tentatively took a few steps forward, and once again [Ding! Ding! Ding Ding Ding! The ground rang out, and the rhythm was eager.

A layer of fine sweat broke out on Wu Chong's forehead, and the person was also alert, his fingers were on the wall, and he walked forward in small steps. ] The system prompt rang into a circle.

Wu Chong's ears rang so badly that his head seemed to be about to explode, and his waist arched into a "c", and he walked forward with difficulty, and at this moment, the roar in his head disappeared in an instant.

He straightened up and found himself directly in front of him on the right-hand side of a dark blue plastic trash can.

The belly of the bucket is large, and it is the kind of fat bucket that can hold a lot of garbage, and the dark blue plastic is a little mottled and crusty.

The stench here is foul, but there is a "whew" from the garbage can...... Airplanes...... Call...... Buzz ......".

Wu Chong's little eyes opened wide, and he kicked the stomach of the bucket, the trash can did not move, it was full of garbage, and when he opened the lid of the trash can, Wu Chong screamed "Mom", took a few steps back, and sweated like rain.

There's an old man asleep in the trash can! He is about 60 years old.

Wu Chong's toss, the old man woke up, he wiped his saliva, struggled a few times, stood up, squinted, built a pergola with his hands, and asked, "Who are you!?" ”

"I ...... I...... I'm going to pick up the trash! Wu Chong tugged at the corners of his mouth, his muscles tensed.

The old man's gray eyebrows shook, and he jumped out of the trash can, his whole body was in tatters, and there was no clean place, he stroked his sloppy beard, pointed at Wu Chong and scolded:

"What are you going to do, little wild seed! Robbing the old man's business? You girl, look for death! The old man took out a beer bottle from the garbage bag and wanted to fight with Wu Chong.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and even the buzzing green-headed flies were scared away.

I wanted to get into the relationship, but I didn't expect to be misunderstood. Wu Chong hurriedly waved his hand, bowed his waist slightly, and said with joy:

"Uncle, you blame me, I'm experiencing life, and I'll give you all the garbage I picked up." With that, Wu Chong took out his student ID card from Kyoto University.

Uncle reads and reads: "Kyoto University, Chinese Language and Literature, Wu Chong." The face eased a lot: "Now the reader, alas! Experience life? What is it for? ”

"What about you? What is experiencing life? The old man still didn't give up, looking at Wu Chong, who was harmless to humans and animals.

This is difficult to answer, it is not good to say, the other party thinks that you are high, and communication may be broken, Wu Chong turned his brain, and took out a stinky bag from the trash can, his little eyes were white, and explained:

"Experiencing life is ...... That is, I am shoulder to shoulder, picking up garbage, and the garbage I pick up belongs to you, and I just enjoy the process of picking up garbage. ”

The uncle was happy: "Yo, college students come out to pick up garbage, see you for the first time, you kid have to talk, and the garbage you pick up belongs to me." ”

Wu Chong nodded, and was shamelessly shy.

The old man looked the young man in front of him up and down, and spoke first: "You don't take the snakeskin bag, how can you pick up the garbage?" Remember, kid, if you want to pick up more garbage, pockets are the key, the bigger the better, and the stronger the better! It's not too early now, tomorrow at twelve o'clock, the old man is waiting for you at the door of the No. 21 canteen, and the old man will take you to experience...... Experience life! ”

Wu Chong was overjoyed, he didn't expect the old man to get along very well, I heard that all the garbage belonged to him, and he was about to accept apprentices, this feeling was good, Wu Chong nodded.

Before leaving, Wu Chong learned that the old man who picked up garbage was surnamed Liu, who lived outside the back gate of Kyoto University and made a living by sneaking into Kyoto University to pick up garbage.

Liu Laohan told Wu Chong to bring a snakeskin bag!

That night, at around 23 o'clock, Wu Chong was already restless, none of his roommates returned, Xiao Boran and Kong Fei should have gone out with the female ticket, as for the single, Wu Chong couldn't guess where he went.

But that's all it can be! Wu Chong walked around the dormitory alone, waiting for the night to fall and the early hours of the morning.

【Drop! 】

Wu Chong's mind popped up a light blue 51-inch virtual screen!

【Great Wonderful Communication System】

[Communication Index: 188 (today's details)]

[Item: Empty]

【Shopping Mall: Not Opened】

[Lottery: Not drawn today]

Wu Chong first inquired about today's details:

[Great Wonderful Communication System, Today's Breakdown of the Communication Index:]

[Interpersonal communication: 43 people, 43 points]

[Bonus: Smile bonus 6 points]

[Bonus: Wonderful bonus 40 points]

[Total index: 188 points]

"Wow" Wu Chong deep in his heart, stirred up a surging big wave: the wonderful bonus is almost equal to interpersonal communication, he didn't say a few words to Liu Laohan, and he didn't get along for more than ten minutes, so many index bonuses?

"...... The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, and the waves are sweeping away the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red ...... several times" Wu Chong hummed a small tune, although this work by Mr. Yang Hongji and Wu Chong's age did not match much.

Wu Chong clicked [Lottery].

A pair of small eyes stared at the virtual screen, the heart was pounding wildly, and the eight ventricles were not enough!

A ring appeared on the virtual screen, the ring was divided into twelve small pieces, each small piece had a gray-white pattern on it, Wu Chong was stunned at first, and then carefully observed it, 12 patterns only have two styles, one like shit, one like a pill.

There was a [Start] button in the center of the ring, Wu Chong took a breath, took a deep breath, nodded with trembling fingertips, and prayed: "Don't come to shit!" ”

At this time, a flash of light is on the ring, spinning, the light point is first full, then urgent, then slow, and finally the light point falls on a small grid. Wu Chong's eyes were opened to the limit throughout the whole process, and he didn't blink - good! Pill! Not shit!

[Beginner Reward: Mazui Little Ding Ding (Consumable?) Make a slip of the tongue when the other party speaks)]

[Numb Mouth Little Dingding, automatically saved into the inventory]

[Automatic deduction of 100 points of communication index, current communication index 88 points]

Click on the item option, and a small piece of what looks like a pill is placed inside.

Wu Chong laughed, revealing two big white teeth: numb-mouthed little Ding Ding! Yes!