Maybe it was because I had just cut off my playmate who had been with my grandson for a few years. At this time, when facing this young grandson who didn't listen to the arrangement, my grandfather's tone was much gentler than usual:

"This is one of our achievements, the 'Time Break'. The objects preserved inside will always maintain the state when it was put in."

How to make the preserved person come alive again is the ultimate goal of the organization.

"You are very talented and good at learning, but you lack the motivation to move towards "eternal life." Grandpa took out a pipe, didn't light it, and took it in his hand and turned it on:

"You are the best among all my descendants. But maybe it's because you're so smart... You might remember it very early.

"The first time I saw you, I saw you looking at the eyes around me, and when you listened when we discussed, I felt that this child was different, you were not Sutaro, nor were you like my simple daughter-in-law, you were more like me.

"Taro always treats you as an ordinary child, and he doesn't avoid you when he talks about anything. I reminded him.

"Later I went to see you again, but I never noticed that you showed resistance to me, my grandfather, so I thought he listened to me, but now it seems... he didn't do it."

"So you should have known it a long time ago. Taro and the others chose to give birth to you in exchange for their peaceful and comfortable life. I nurture you, more so as to cultivate a suitable heir... Now you only have respect for me, parents, and your grandma, and don't have much family affection, which is not difficult to understand.

"It doesn't matter if I don't like me or get close to me. I have only one request."

Grandpa gently placed his pipe on the table: "Your grandma has always been very nice to you, and she doesn't know the purpose of me picking you up. Wait for more than ten years, decades... If one day you succeed, you have to save her."

Grandpa's positioning himself in his heart was so accurate that Shiraishi didn't deliberately become a filial grandson.

"Are you so sure I will agree? Just for this..." Shiraishi calmly glanced at the head with a not-so-smooth cut, "Isn't that easy to use maid?"

"You treat her differently." Grandpa stood up and picked up the hood on the table. "Starting tomorrow, I will arrange for you to go to the company to 'internship' and show your greatest ability. Don't let me down."

Shiraishi thought that this old man was hard to say, but he was very accurate in judging people.

Of course his eyes were different when he looked at the Q-version assistant, but the precious golden finger he gave him high hopes...

Grandpa took a piece of cloth and covered the person in his hand and walked out the door with it.

Shiraishi followed him and walked a few steps and found that this was the direction to his study.

Grandpa’s destination is indeed Shiraishi’s study.

He put his head on Bai Shi's desk, took the cloth away and adjusted it.

The light shot from the window sprinkles on the clear cover and looks like a curious ornament.

Shiraishi reviewed the length of time he spent in the study and found that his grandfather had indeed made 2,000% determined to spur him forward.

He looked at the person's head as if it was still seeping out, but in fact the blood stains that had been gelatinous, and suddenly thought of a question: "If she hadn't appeared, would you plan to put Shinji's head here?"

Grandpa was stunned and glared at him with a look of "You are crazy!" and turned around and left.

Shiraishi: "…"

Do you deserve to look at others with this kind of look?

...

After grandpa left, Bai Shi observed his head on the table.

He planned to ask the researchers where the Q-version assistants were.

No matter what, it is a system. If you are stirred up into slag in the turbulence of time and space, you can survive now. Now you have just lost one head. If you seize the time and work together, there should be some help.

However, the area where the neck and bottom plate of the transparent cover of the phone was pushed open a little before it could be taken out.

A thumb-sized thing crawled out of it and slowly passed through the transparent cover with a mysterious principle. Finally, she successfully escaped from prison and was relieved to spread on the table.

Shiraishi was stunned, stopped dialing his hand, stared at the table for a while, walked over and pulled out a piece of wet wipes and rolled them up to wipe them.

A protest bubble floated out of the wet wipe roll: [I didn't get blood]

"Is that true?" Shiraishi took away the original wipes, pulled out another piece of new one, and continued to wipe without being moved.

A minute later, the Q version assistant struggled to squirt out of the wet wipe roll with his eyes pressed against the mosquito coil.

She spread on the ground for a while and stood up, but was poked down by a finger that suddenly stretched out.

I got up again and was poked down again.

...When the finger was poked for the third time, the Q-version assistant hugged Shiraishi's finger and bared his little tiger's teeth and bit it in protest.

The tabletop sounded muffled, and someone fell on it.

The Q-version assistant was startled. She turned her head and looked at Shiraishi who was on the table for one second, for two seconds... She let go with guilt, slowly grabbed the wet wipes next to her, and wiped them on his fingers as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, a [?] floated out of the head.

After rubbing the tooth marks, the Q-version assistant held Shiraishi's finger and looked at it carefully, wondering, could he be infected with the virus? Why did he fall down after biting someone?

Future employees will still be on the table and cannot get up.

The Q-version assistant walked over and patted his face, and the question mark above his head swayed in front of Bai Shi's eyes.

Shiraishi raised his hand to squeeze the bubble, sighed, and whispered, "I'm tired. I won't be able to fish in the future." Is this the retribution for skipping classes in the past?

When the Q version assistant heard him crying tired, he habitually wanted to massage his shoulders, but it couldn't reach it.

She touched her chin, pondered for a moment, and then turned to slap Shirashi's face.

Anyway, it is to promote blood circulation, hammers should be similar...

After hammering twice, a small light bulb suddenly floated out from her head, flashing.

Shiraishi glanced at it and understood: "Yes, you have a salary."

The Q-version assistant's eyes lit up and the hammer became more powerful.

When the massage fee was paid, Shiraishi peeked at the Q-version assistant's mini account book and found that the progress bar had regressed a lot.

It seems that changing a new body also requires a lot of money.

How much money did I save after rummaging through the trash can? The old man is really ignorant of human affairs...

If the Q version assistant wants to make money, he has to rely on saving people or a reasonable labor income.

Must be "reasonable".

It is impossible for her to transfer a million just because she helped her get a pen.

However, when it comes to reasonable...

I heard that many service industries have higher incomes than physical work without skills.

Psychological counselors seem to make money.

"Come here." Shiraishi looked at it and counted the money and ran to squeeze the disinfectant. The Q-version assistant who wiped his hands was waiting for her to get closer. He said in a very good way, "Your head is so scary, I need comfort now."

The Q version assistant was stunned and turned around and looked at her former head in the cover. She didn't feel scary and was quite cute.

But she didn't mind listening to Shiraishi's words. Because every time she finished as he said, there would be an account in the system account...

How can humans comfort?

The Q version assistant thought for a moment, hugged Bai Shi's nose bridge, and stood on tiptoe and kissed him seriously on his face.

"..." Shiraishi looked at her and thought that such a consultant who spoke directly without saying a word might be complained that he would even lose his pants.

The Q version assistant finished kissing and looked at him expectantly.

Does it work?

It works and needs to pay!

"……"well……

Shiraishi lay down for a while, got up slowly, and tried to transfer money to her according to the highest charging standard in this industry. He didn't know if he could transfer it. If he couldn't, he could only try to reduce the price.

Two pairs of eyes stared at the Q version assistant's light screen together, and the review program began to run.

A second later, a tingling sound was slight.

Approval passed.

...The strange way to save money has increased.
Chapter completed!