A hand slapped the source of the sound, the right side of the bed - the annoying sound disappeared immediately. The hand exposed to the cold air retracted the quilt again.
The person in bed curled up tighter and turned over, as if ready to continue the sweet dream just now.
However, within five minutes, another annoying sound appeared——
Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi...
So what on earth is this...! The person huddled in the bed struck again and hit another sound - this time, it was on the left side of the bed.
Ah, it seems to be an alarm clock...
…Not good…!…~
Fell asleep again.
Alarm clock No. 2 failed to wake up its setter successfully.
Five minutes later, Alarm Clock No. 3 launched a charge——
"This time I...!"
The girl's voice came from the quilt. She was wrapped in quilt and sat up from the bed - she looked like a caterpillar.
A tentacle extends from the caterpillar's head - hitting the alarm clock at the end of the bed.
"Alarm clock number three...well done...ah...wow...snoring..."
She just sat on the bed wrapped in quilt, pressed one hand on the alarm clock at the end of the bed, and fell asleep again.
——It seems that alarm clock No. 3 has a very limited role.
Praise for Victoria's winter, though.
She stretched out one hand outside the quilt and shook her fox ears from the cold.
The girl was woken up by the cold. At this time, the alarm clock No. 4 placed on the wardrobe made a perfect noise.
"Yes yes...I'm awake."
She shook her head, and her long brown curly hair was messy and twisted into a ball - it seemed that she had a very restless sleep yesterday.
Wrap yourself up in a quilt and put on your fluffy cartoon slippers.
Wagging her fox tail, she walked to the closet and pressed the alarm clock number four.
——Stories like this happen every day.
…
My name is Elle, Elle Vois. I am twenty-one years old, born in Victoria, and from Wolper. My university major is civil engineering.
Although I need four alarm clocks to wake me up twenty minutes in advance every day, otherwise I will be late. In addition, this sentence seems a bit strange to me - but I am indeed a top student.
He studied at the National University of Victoria, where he received a Chancellor's Scholarship once and was nominated for three scholarships during his time at school.
…
The girl took out almost the entire wardrobe and spread it on the bed.
At this time, she had already put on thick and warm pajamas - as to why she felt cold in bed... Miss Elle was used to sleeping naked.
Only in winter would she put on her pajamas in the morning - no way, choosing clothes is really a time-consuming task, and if you don't wear clothes, you are likely to catch a cold.
By summer, she barely wore any clothes in the dormitory.
Although Miss Elle does not wear pajamas to sleep and even hates dressing in private spaces, this does not affect her collection of a large number of pajamas of different styles and seasons.
Because she wants to buy it and is obsessed with slumber parties.
"So, today is..." The girl looked at her phone.
"December 24th—Christmas Party."
"I don't know if I have any clothes for Christmas... I don't think I have."
The girl remembered that she had planned to go home for the holidays - maybe she had left her Christmas suit at home.
It may even be left in the school dormitory, and you don't know what the next person who opens the closet will think.
…
Now I am a black steel international trainee.
There may be many people who cannot understand why I chose to give up other high-paying jobs or continue to study hard, and instead chose such a job...
I didn't think much about it at first, just for a very simple reason...because Black Steel's work clothes are very cool.
It would be interesting to work in an environment full of excitement and freshness...
That's what I thought at first.
…
Elle picked up the clothes one by one from the bed and stood in front of the full-length mirror she bought to compare them repeatedly. She always felt that something was missing.
What's wrong...
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the winter trainee uniform hanging on the bedside - compared to the summer uniform, its style was closer to the formal black steel uniform that Elle had longed for.
Do you want to wear a uniform?
No, no, no... Aier shook her head like a rattle to get this thought out of her head.
Today is a Christmas party, so you need to dress more formally, but the clothes you usually wear for Christmas are not here...
Wait, dress more formally...shouldn't it be...
Elle rummaged through her wardrobe and finally found an evening dress.
"No way, are you really here...?" Aier scratched her messy hair and said distressedly.
This dress was worn by her at her coming-of-age ceremony and graduation. Because she was not used to wearing formal clothes, this dress full of memories was basically gathering dust.
Do you want to wear this...
Elle decided to put it on first and have a look.
When I put my clothes on, another problem arose.
"I said..." Aier looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes twitching.
"Have you gained muscle again?"
…
I've been having a lot of troubles recently.
First of all...the muscle growth caused by operator training makes me a little worried about my image.
Don’t even wear short-sleeved shorts in the future…
In addition, do not leave any bruises caused by injuries.
Secondly, although Black Steel International does not exclude female operators, the ratio of men to women is not very even.
So there aren’t that many same-sex friends discussing topics between girls with me.
…
Fox Builds a Bunker: Jessica? Are you there?
After a while.
Common Meaning: I'm here. What's the matter, Aier?
Fox Builds a Bunker: What are you going to wear to the party today?
Common sense: I remember it should be held in the dormitory, right? I plan to change clothes then.
——
That's right, there's no need to change into clothes now, there's still plenty of time to prepare.
Elle decided to take care of her hair and tail later.
——
Ordinary meaning Philin: I just plan to dress more ordinary...
Fox builds a bunker: what does it look like? Can you show me it?
Ordinary meaning of Philin: Just, very ordinary, I don’t think there’s anything interesting about it
Fox builds a bunker: It's okay, it's okay, I'll just take a look and use it as a reference
Common Meaning: Philin: Then, please wait a moment...
A few minutes later.
A selfie of Jessica appeared in the chat history.
——
Aier stared at the screen, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"So her definition of ordinary is indeed different from ours..." Elle lay weakly on her back on the chair.
In the photo, Jessica is wearing a dress that is absolutely extraordinary at first glance.
In terms of design, this dress blends elements of elegance well without appearing obtrusive. The dark dress makes the fair skin more attractive.
Coupled with Jessica's petite figure and her shy expression that makes people want to bully her, even if Aier is a girl, her eyes can't help but look a little straight.
Just as she was sighing, Jessica sent another photo.
"In addition, there are these..."
Elle was silent.
Although she couldn't recognize the dress - after all, it looked like it was handmade, so it was no wonder that she couldn't recognize it, but she recognized the pair of high heels and the shawl that Jessica sent.
——These are brands that only appeared in the magazines she read when she was a student.
"Actually, I think... we can be more casual." Aier replied carefully, choosing her words carefully.
Although Jessica hasn't realized it yet, her teammates have probably realized long ago - no, probably except for Hank - that Jessica's family background is anything but ordinary.
…
One last worry.
My teammates are not ordinary people.
……yes.
...are not ordinary people.
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