Wang Kang has been very proud recently.

As a veteran deputy instructor of Black Fire, his qualifications are not insignificant. He has been sitting in this position for more than ten years and has not moved. In fact, just over a year ago, he had a chance to succeed in the position. At that time, Kurumi was running for the position of chief instructor, and promised that if he succeeded, he would definitely ensure that he became a regular. Wang Kang, who had drawn the plum gluttony in advance, was full of words, grateful and outspoken, willing to serve the chief instructor.

It's a pity that Mad San failed, and he was pressed to death in his inherent position with all Wang Kang's hopes.

But just when Wang Kang accepted this damn fate and was ready to work steadily in the position of deputy instructor for a few more years before retiring peacefully, things took a turn for the better again.

Kurumi is crippled.

As a witness to that battle, Wang Kang can be described as loving and fearing Lin Ye. What I love is that his birth has finally given me hope that I can sit in the position of my dreams, but I am afraid that even if I can sit on it, then in the face of such a strong opponent, where should I go with the black fire? However, for now, none of this matters. Touching the armrest of the leather seat under him, which originally belonged to Crazy Three, Wang Kang let out a long sigh of satisfaction: "It's so good......"

Although the official appointment document has not yet been issued, there is a chance that the next instructor of Black Fire will be himself. In fact, although he still has the word "deputy" on his title, he is actually already exercising the duties and powers of an instructor, and the work of Black Fire is currently under his full control. Leaning back in his chair and resting for a while, Wang Kang continued to bury his head in the pile of papers. Power and pressure are often twins, especially at this stage when the power has not really been held by oneself, the ability and image of oneself to show are particularly important.

"Huang De. After pausing on the table, Wang Kang ordered without raising his head: "Make me a cup of tea." ”

If it was usual, he would definitely choose to do these little things by himself. But since Kurumi was hospitalized, he no longer wanted to hide his true nature in front of his colleagues and subordinates. A document in his hand about the company's overseas business had taken most of his energy, and by the time he remembered that he needed water, it was nearly five minutes later.

"Huang De!" The teacup in his hand was empty, Wang Kang frowned, and raised his voice: "You ......!"

Only half of the swear words blurted out were spoken, and Wang Kang swallowed the lower half back into his stomach. Looking up, he found Kurumi standing silently at his desk, looking at himself with a playful chuckle in his eyes.

"Teach...... Instructor. ”

Vice Wang ...... Oh, no...... It's Instructor Wang. Stretching out the big palm of the pu fan wrapped in black gloves, Kurumi grabbed the mouth of the teacup on the table with his five fingers and lifted it: "I'll pour you tea." ”

"Where, how can I ask you to pour me tea?" Almost instantly, Huang De, who had worked and lived under the brutal shadow of the mad three for more than ten years, instinctively pressed the other party's hand: "Don't make jokes about your subordinates!"

"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows, Crazy San put down the teacup: "I'm no longer an instructor, why does Instructor Wang call himself a 'subordinate'?"

"Look at what you said, why aren't you an instructor?" his fingertips touched Kurumi's gloves, and Wang Kang unconsciously snorted. After the initial horror of seeing his former boss appear in front of him, Wang Kang quickly adjusted his state.

He's gone, what are you afraid of?

laughed at himself twice in his heart, although Wang Kang did not sit down again, he did not mean to bypass the table and give way: "I heard that you left the hospital quietly, and your subordinates have been worried about you for many days!"

"Really?" smiled noncommittally, Crazy San turned around and slowly walked to the bookshelf: "But during the days when I was hospitalized, I never saw Instructor Wang come to visit." ”

"Isn't this busy at work?" Watching Crazy San flip through the documents on the shelves, Wang Kang felt a little unhappy inexplicably, but finally held back: "You also know, every day there are a lot of things about Chen Sesame and rotten grains, and I can't get rid of it!"

"Really?" After a cursory glance at the task document marked as the most recent date, Kurumi had a general understanding of Heihuo's work during his absence from the company: "Those who can work harder, the company should put a burden on your shoulders." ”

"Haha, where, where! I have won the award!" tried his best to make himself more humble, but the corners of Wang Kang's grinning mouth couldn't be contained: "If you have time in the future, you can still go back to the company to have a look and guide us in our work!"

With a "snap", he closed the unfolded pages in his hand, and Kurumi put the file back in its place: "Guidance is dispensable." Turning sideways, Crazy San looked at Wang Kang with a smile and said, "As long as the work continues to be carried out in an orderly manner under my management." ”

"You're kidding. After a haha, although Wang Kang's face was still smiling, his tone was obviously cold: "Your current priority should still be to take care of your body." As for work, it's better to worry less. ”

"Take care of your body?" Hearing this, Crazy San shook his head: "I'm worried, I'm doing well now." ”

"Don't make a fuss, we're in the combat department. Wang Kang finally determined that the other party really wanted to come back and seize power this time. With a sneer in his heart, Wang Kang unceremoniously sat back in the leather chair and looked at Mad San with contempt: "I speak straight, don't mind." What can you do with what you are doing?"

"What do I look like?" didn't seem to hear the other party change his name, Kurumi looked down at himself, and then looked up again: "There's no problem, I think it's good." It's you ......" stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction where Wang Kang was, and said lightly: "What you are sitting on now is my chair." ”

"Oh, is it?" Adjusting to a more comfortable position, Wang Kang turned the base and looked at Crazy San defiantly: "Now it's mine." ”

"What belongs to me, no one can take away it. Returning to the desk and standing still, Crazy San looked down at Wang Kang opposite, and shook his head gently: "Whether it's Lin Ye, or you, or anyone else, it's not good." ”

"Snort!" sneered disdainfully, Wang Kang looked at the figure like the Crazy Three Iron Towers, and there was no fear in his eyes. Although it is not clear why Kurumi, who was paralyzed in bed half a month ago, was able to stand in front of him again at this time, but looking at the other party's legs and feet, which were still slightly inconvenient, Wang Kang really couldn't help but ridicule the other party's big words: "I'm sitting on 'your' chair now, and you can be like ...... Ho, uh!"

The rest of the words could not be spoken, and Kurumi's steely palm crossed the table and strangled Wang Kang's neck. Looking at the prey that was lifted into the air, his hands clinging to his wrists, his whole face turned purple, and he was swinging like a chick, he tilted his head and grinned.

"There's a lot of things I can do...... But trust me, you won't want to try it for yourself. ”

As if throwing off a rag at will, Masan's hand waved lightly, and he threw Wang Kang outside with the heavy door of the office. Holding his neck and regaining the right to breathe, Wang Kang sat on the ground without an image, and the saliva from the corners of his mouth flowed uncontrollably. The crotch was completely soaked, and Wang Kang looked at the crazy three who were already sitting behind the desk in the room in fear, and he didn't even have the courage to get up.

"Make me a cup of tea. Kurumi picked up the empty cup on the table and shook it, and threw it into the trash can in the corner of the table. Looking up at Wang Kang outside the door, his tone was flat as if he was talking about today's weather: "Change a clean cup." ”