"The rain has been falling, and the atmosphere is not harmonious..."

If we follow the current judgment standards, Li Yeshi is actually a pretty old-fashioned person.

Although he is a squat at home, a NEET, and a dead house, the only thing he likes to do is to play games, watch animations and have fun with himself in virtual, this does not prevent him from also liking some old things.

Just like the CD he is playing in the room now.

In fact, not to mention the song he is playing now, even things like CDs are already quite old-fashioned.

But there is one thing that goes well.

Retro is popular.

Perhaps at some point, these old antiques will be taken out by a group of young people with style or businessmen with ulterior motives and will be popular again.

'bite--'

The prompt sound of the microwave heating was heard in the room.

"Huh?" Li Yeshi heard this voice and subconsciously turned over on the bed.

This sound does not come from a real microwave.

In fact, even those who are old-fashioned will not use outdated things like microwave ovens in this era.

Just like no one will use the win95 system every day in the era of win10.

Of course, this is not a generalization.

It's just that if someone is really willing to use win95 every day in the era of win10, then that person is either forced or crazy.

The sound of this microwave oven is actually Li Yeshi’s cell phone prompt.

"There are people looking for me, it's not 10085, right?" Li Yeshi smiled self-deprecatingly, then reached out and took off his cell phone on the table.

He skillfully unlocked the lock screen and then saw a message prompt on the screen.

"Strange, it's not 10085." Li Yeshi frowned. He always thought that no one would send him a text message except for the phone bill notice.

The screen shows a string of strange and lengthy phone numbers.

Based on curiosity about the unknown and the doubts of "who would be so bored to send me a text message", Li Yeshi opened the text message.

And when he saw the content on the text message, his expression suddenly froze.

Because on the mobile phone screen, there are only four small words at this moment.

“Come back to work.”

...

Li Yeshi knew why he was unemployed.

Depression is just a cover.

He has no depression at all.

But because he knew something he shouldn't know, he was forced to unemployed.

Although for him, this was a kind of disrespect for him as a man, he was willing to accept it for the sake of paid leave.

After all, his essence is still a NEET.

He has money to spend even if he doesn’t work, and for him, it is tantamount to the ultimate goal of life.

And now that he has achieved this ultimate goal, it doesn’t matter if he is unemployed or something.

"But what does it mean to ask me to go back suddenly?" Li Yeshi frowned and stared at the small words on the screen of his phone.

Obviously, this is a text message from his company.

Moreover, the four words "come back to work" cannot have any other meanings.

But this almost commanding tone always makes Li Yeshi feel a little uncomfortable.

"Should I go?" Li Yeshi thought, and collapsed on the bed again.

The old-fashion songs were still playing in the old CD machine beside the bed, which made Li Yeshi unable to concentrate on thinking.

"The sparrow outside the window is talking too much on the telephone pole..."

"Okay, don't talk too much." Li Yeshi rolled his body around the edge of the bed, then reached out and turned off the CD machine.

He needs quiet now.

He needs to think about the risks behind this matter.

"What would happen if I didn't go?" Li Yeshi lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and silently asked himself.

For him now, perhaps the worst result is to be directly dismissed, and then he will never be able to take paid leave again and live a life of living a life of living a life of scattered life waiting to die.

But is this really the case?

If the consequences of his failure to go are really that simple, then he is still willing to find a new job.

But he understood that if he didn't go, the consequences might be even more serious than he thought.

After all, this is not a simple game company.

The power behind it is far beyond what a useless man like Li Yeshi could imagine.

So, if Li Yeshi refused this text message, the biggest possible result he would get was not being fired, but evaporated from the world.

Well, it seems like it's still a fire.

It's just that he was fired from the perspective of life.

"No matter how you think about it, it's not very good." Li Yeshi sighed.

The current situation is probably very difficult for him to make a decision.

If you go, there will probably be no good things happening.

If you don't go, there will definitely be no good things.

"Now, you will die if you die, and you will die if you take a big plan; if you die, can you die if you die?"

Li Yeshi thought of this sentence that didn't matter much.

After all, he always failed Chinese during his school years.

But although this sentence doesn't matter, he thinks this sentence is actually very suitable for his current situation.

"What should I say?" Li Yeshi looked at the ceiling and thought, "I feel like I'm about to rush to the execution ground right away?"

"I'd rather be more willing to be chopped up right than living in the world and being caught from home...?" Li Yeshi's mind was already starting to think about it.

"No, who the hell is willing to be chopped?" Li Yeshi slapped his forehead, "Isn't it good to be alive?"

If he had said this sentence to him in the past, he would probably not have the predicament he is today.

'bite.'

At this time, his microwave phone made another prompt sound.

For the first time, Li Yeshi felt that his phone was about to be baked.

"What."

Li Yeshi picked up the phone next to the pillow with his back hand, and then took a look at the information on it.

It's the number just now.

"It's over." Li Yeshi shook his forehead, "It must be them who came to urge me. It's probably impossible for me not to go this time."

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen outside the door.

"Is it almost time for dinner?" Li Yeshi looked at the time on his phone, which showed eleven forty-five.

"I feel a little sorry for my mom." He thought of the busy figure in the kitchen, sighed, and finally decided to turn on the text message from his phone to see what the company sent again.

"At worst, I'm here to urge my life. Can there be anything worse than this?" Li Yeshi sighed and opened the page of the text message.

Below that string of lengthy numbers, another short paragraph of text.

"Now get off the stairs right now, the car is already downstairs in your house."

‘Didi--’

The sound of the car's horn came from outside the window.
Chapter completed!