Not too far from the administrative region of the Huaxia Milky Way, there is such a planet, which is called the planet of St. Catherine. On this continental planet, the white, blue, and red flags of the Lucia Empire fluttered high, and the black double-headed eagle once again spread its wings and flew high.

Modern and modern cities slowly rose on the star of St. Catherine, and with the arrival of the Lucian race, the race called half-human by the Lucian finally ushered in civilization. A people who lived a nomadic life finally learned to sit down, drink vodka, nibble on barbecue, and talk about a bright future with the Lucian people.

On the banks of the Blue Volga River, in a city called Novomoskovskate, the capital of St. Catherina. Lucia and Centaurs are rapidly weaving through the streets of modern cities, and as the new race in the Lucian Empire, the Centaurs enjoy an equal ethnic policy inherited from the Red Empire.

Miss Centaur Belvill was holding a large column that had been sliced and smeared with cheese and caviar in her mouth, wearing a black OL suit that easily outlined the graceful curves of her upper body, and carrying a beautiful black satchel with artificial crystals in her hand, she ran on the road in a panic, and her chest was up and down because of running. Belvier pushed the big brown black-framed eyes on the bridge of her nose that were about to slide down, looked at the kawaii watch on her wrist, and muttered anxiously with a big leba piece in her mouth: "Ahhhhh ”

Raised his head again, looked at the 7-story building not far ahead, his place of work, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's almost there, give me another 3 minutes." ”

"Dididi!"

At this time, the horn of the car sounded next to Belville, and a Lucia taxi driver poked his head out and cursed: "Little sheep, look at the traffic lights!" ”

Belvill shook her head, and immediately looked over, and found that the traffic light on the road ahead had turned red, and in a panic, the sheep kept coming to a sharp brake, almost not falling to the ground, and was stopped by a half-camel in front of him who stretched out his hand gentlemanly and stopped in front of the crosswalk. A group of Lucian and Centaur children waving little yellow flags to school walked hand in hand on the crosswalk line, grinning as they watched the reckless demi-goat.

Belvill smiled awkwardly at the group of children, and took advantage of the traffic light time to gulp down the big leba wrapped in caviar and cheese, "Haw, haw, haw", if it weren't for the fact that she couldn't get up this morning because she was too late to review Lucia's text yesterday, it wouldn't have caused her to be so flustered.

Centaurs have such a rule in traffic, if you want to run fast, get on the road. If you just walk slowly, you can walk on the sidewalk. If you run on the sidewalk, you will face a fine from the traffic police. After all, the half-human race is still a relatively special existence for humans, with four legs, the speed of running is not something that humans can catch up. Running at full speed, I'm almost on the bus. However, there are also demi-humans who are too lazy to run around and prefer to take the bus, but they need to pay a fare for 2-3 people depending on their size.

The advantage of the demi-human is speed, and if you run with all your might, you will be like ungulates such as horses, sheep, camels, and deer. If the demi-human race is a member of the Huaxia family, then Lilia's horse racing competition will definitely be more exciting, and it is not at all comparable to Maltese.

As the traffic light turned green again, Belvill swallowed the big Leba in one gulp, ran wildly, waving her hand and shouting in Lucia, "Get out of the way!" Get out of the way! Wow wow wow, it's going to be late! It's going to be late! ”

Belvier, who had been running wildly, finally came to the downstairs of the company, but at this time, the two elevators were at full capacity, and the centaurs had also learned to squeeze the elevator, which was worth two or three people, and the people in the elevator complained. Belvill glanced down at her watch, and in less than two minutes, she took a deep breath and ran straight to the safe passage. On the seventh floor, the young lady ran up in one go.

"Click!" "Click!"

In an instant, Belvier's sheep's body jumped up on the corridor as fast as the body of an antelope, and with a slight leap it was 5 or 6 steps, almost catching up with the speed of the elevator. In less than 40 seconds, Belvill ran up to the 7th floor out of breath, bent over, leaning against the wall, panting: "I'm going to die!" I'm going to die! ”

Mimia, a colleague of the Lucian tribe, looked at Belvier, who came out of the safe passage like her sister, her entire shirt was soaked with sweat, and she held a basket of documents and said with a smile: "Belvier, you are really a lively little lamb." ”

"Mimia is early." Belvier gasped, glanced at Mimia, and said.

Mimia covered her mouth and said with a smile: "But there is no time, you still don't want to check in?" ”

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!" Belvill hurriedly ran to the front door of the company, and the glass automatic door slowly opened, Belvill stomped her feet anxiously in place in front of the glass door, and muttered: "Hurry up and open the door, hurry up and open the door!" ”

When the door opened, Belvill hurriedly jumped in, pressed her finger on the fingerprint entry machine on the front desk, and with a "drop" sound, a Lucian language: "Punch in successfully!" ”

Like most office workers, Belvill pressed it again, and it wasn't until the second "punch in" sounded that Belvill breathed a sigh of relief. After moving his body, he came to the front desk, put his satchel under the front desk, squatted down, and turned on the computer.

As a front desk girl, Belvill likes this position very much. I was able to meet all the colleagues in the company, and I was able to meet all kinds of people. There are those who come to sell, there are those who come to talk about business, and there are uncles and aunts who occasionally appear to clean at the door.

For a half-human like Belveil, they don't have a bench or chair to sit on, and it's a little regrettable for them. However, they quickly got used to such an "unfair" status quo, after all, they have never sat in a chair since ancient times. If you're tired, it's okay, squat down and sit on the floor.

Because of the constant sweat caused by running, Belvill unbuttoned a button on her neckline slightly, carefully dissipating the heat. However, the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, the slightly undulating chest on his chest, and the faint little V are somewhat tempting, and they look extremely attractive.

Belvier works for a pharmaceutical company, and the owner of the company, Molf, a young man in his 30s, slowly entered the company today with a balding customer. Molf hit the card, glanced at Belville, who had a slightly open collar, smiled, and admonished, "Miss Belville, pay attention to your image, but now I'm at work." ”

Belvier followed the gazes of Morf and the client, and was surprised to spot the two guys looking at their slightly open collars. The little face flushed, and he hurriedly closed the collar in a panic, and then apologized: "Yes...... I'm sorry. ”

Murf smiled lightly, and did not blame Belvier, but ordered: "This is the representative of the military, Mr. Yuri, Miss Belville, please pour me two cups of coffee in a while." ”

"Huh? …… Be! Pour it for you right away! ”