Psychopathic Cup Noodle

Chapter 1

The morning sun had not yet shone, and the heat in the air was already disgusting.

Flies buzzed, drawing circles contentedly in the hot air.

The "old scavengers" walked along the seashore with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

The warm sea water licked his toes, and the "old man" bent down to pick up a cigarette butt, an imperceptible smile appeared on his walnut-like wrinkled face.

He's not old at all at 76, and he's not here to pick up trash—he loves this country and just wants it to get better every day.

The sky is getting brighter, the tide is receding and further away, and the sun is about to rise.

He suddenly saw a person soaking in the sea water in front of him, shaking his body slightly with the sea waves, he couldn't help being ablaze.Recently, young people have become more and more lawless. This beach has already set up a sign of "no swimming, offenders will be fined" - if this was placed 20 years ago, he would have waved the stinking board in his hand to drive out the smelly and shameless people out to the beach.

"Bah," the "old man" spat on the beach and buried it by pulling the sand with his feet.

He walked towards the person.

However, a few seconds later, he backed away again.

He stepped back step by step, his Adam's apple trembled, his knees trembled, and the chest under the old man's vest rose and fell like an organ——

Ah, ah, ah... After gasping three times like a dehydrated fish, he finally shouted out.

"Come on—come on—"

It wasn't a person, it was a corpse.

What food is the simplest yet most complex;

Full of expectations but always underestimated?

The darling of the times, the center of the whirlpool of the food industry;

Today, when the variety is becoming more and more complicated and the taste is increasingly emphasizing the layering, it is simple and simple, unconventional and leading the trend?

Lu Cheng slowly slid the scroll wheel of the mouse.

"This tone, is it always written?"

"Right? It's super irresponsible! Who can write such an exaggerated case, and whoever makes the announcement will write it, and he will push the mess down..." However, Lu Cheng looked at the psoriasis cure on the street. The general "next issue preview" of special effects medicine and super glue promotion words, did not speak. "How about I do it?" He interrupted the female colleague.

"...Didn't you just stay up for three days and three nights to finish the last manuscript?"

Lu Cheng shrugged, got up and planned to petition the editor-in-chief.

"but……"

"Don't be embarrassed," he gestured reassuringly to his female colleague, "I need money more, but you actually helped me."

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"Hi, I'm Liu Cheng! The person who speaks after the beep sound is an idiot! Beep——" Still no one answered, Lu Cheng listened to the message reminder with a blank face, and closed the phone cover.

Recently, he has been calling his sister every day, but every time he is greeted with this sentence—although the situation this time is slightly different: now he is standing under the sun of the city where the person who recorded this message reminds, Holding the suitcase in his hand, the sweat dripped from his forehead, feeling his skin cells dying exponentially under the familiar scorching sun.

Here is his helplessness and innocence, his pain, his happiness - his current workplace, his former home, the land where he spent the first twenty years of his life.

If he could, he had sworn never to come back here.

However, things in the world are ridiculously light and powerless; he didn't even give him a chance to shout "dignity" from the bottom of his heart. For the bowl of rice he was eating right now, Lu Cheng shrugged his shoulders and said frivolously "No, I'll go" and easily broke it. The oath of the year.

It's as simple as kicking over a crumbling aluminum can on the curb.

Twelve hours ago, he went to the editor-in-chief and told him that he planned to take over the manuscript.

"What? You say it again?"

"I said, I can be responsible for that manuscript. I already have some ideas about the topic..."

The editor-in-chief didn't speak for a while.

"... Oh." He said, and then picked up the phone: "Xiao Ling, your previous manuscript..."

Lu Cheng waited silently with a breezy expression until he put down the microphone. "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Lu Cheng repeated what he said before.

"Instant noodles?"

The editor-in-chief suddenly raised his hairless head, which he claimed was full of wisdom.

"Ah."

"I remind you, this is—"

"The simplest yet most complex food, full of expectations but always underestimated, single-taste but leading the way."

"what?"

"I think instant noodles are all in line, and they are very in line with the target group positioning of young white-collar workers in our magazine." ——and the NEET family whose body is tied to the computer screen and never leaves the room, Lu Cheng silently added the second half in his heart sentence.

"I—" the wise head opened its mouth, "Didn't I tell you to—"

"Okay, instant noodles." The editor-in-chief made the decision.

"A while ago there was a very popular list of the world's top ten delicious instant noodles. Seven out of the ten are Jialan brands. You go to Jialan to run around the original factory to taste the finished products, and use each product on the list Make it clear to me, submit the manuscript within five days, finalize it within seven days, and issue the air ticket to the financial office..."

……

15 minutes later. "Why are you still here?" The editor-in-chief put down the microphone, seeing the young man with fresh stubble on his chin standing in front of him like a stick, he couldn't help being furious.

"Going to Jialan is a bit..." The young man showed hesitation for the first time, as if he was very reluctant.

"What's wrong?" The voice suddenly raised.

"...No, I'll go."

"...Xiao Cheng," as if suddenly remembering something, the editor-in-chief covered the microphone, and the young man who had already opened the door could only straighten his body and stand by the door with a posture of respecting teaching: "I heard that you have objections to the fact that the company has not yet formally appointed you. They are talking nonsense, right? Young man..." He took a deep breath, as if giving the young man all his courage and a sincere heart—" Young people should talk about their conscience, not against anyone, they say what they say, and with your experience, even if the company gives you an internship salary for ten years, you shouldn't have any complaints, what do you say?"

"..."

"What do you think, Xiaocheng?"

"You are right, I dare not complain." The young man replied, closing the door behind him.

Jialan is not the name of a city or a village, but a coastal country as big as a city or village.Tropical rainforest climate, special tropical fruits, seemingly innocent light green coastline is full of dangers, and the remains of innocent drowned people are often found.

"Boss, please, can you help me to check this person's address?" Lu Cheng wiped the sweat off his forehead as he looked at the small book that recorded the interviewee.

Bai Chong, University Professor.He has maintained an average intake of instant noodles every three days for ten years, but has an enviable and elegant body shape. He has studied the breadth of instant noodles and the depth of individual products. He is a real master.

"Oh, Professor Bai, that's right, he lives here, and he often comes to take care of our family." The uncle in the old man's vest was still indifferent before mentioning the word "Bai Chong". But he patted Lu Cheng on the shoulder heartily.

"Then can I trouble you to reveal his physical characteristics?"

"What? So you went looking for someone without knowing anything. Professor Bai is a well-known good-looking talent. He is handsome and good-looking. It's like a nest next to him, and it's two miles away. The little girl came here following her taste, if the little brother has any ideas, don't use it as soon as possible, ah ha ha, to be honest, even though my family gave birth to a son, I want to find a matchmaker to try..."

What kind of nest is it? Is it fishing... Lu Cheng smiled apologetically, in order to express his gratitude and to interrupt the praises that the uncle kept adding to Bai Chong, which was already starting to make people feel horrified, he picked up a fruit knife in his hand He piled up on the counter with a few boxes of mangosteen and jackfruit: "Please, please do the math for me..."

Great, seems to have found the right one.

I didn't have much hope at first.