My Boss, the White-haired Nun

There was a round bulge in the center of the quilt on the bed, and it began to squirm slowly as the bell rang. A small white and pink hand stretched out from the corner of the quilt, and patted the alarm clock on the bedside with a click, ringing. The ringing of the bell across the room stopped abruptly.

Then, just as the little hand was about to withdraw from the bed, the alarm clock suddenly started to sound.A small flap was opened on each side, and a mechanical wheel protruded from it, spinning continuously with a clicking sound, and then ran out of the little hand with a whoosh.From the bedside table to the floor, and then ran happily from the floor to every corner of the room.The bell above trembled again.

"Whoa, whoa—"

The specially set ironic ringtone rang through the room again, accompanied by the crackling sound of the alarm bell knocking over various tables and chairs while running.

The little hand sticking out of the blanket froze in mid-air, and after a while, he clenched his fist tightly, with blue veins bulging faintly on it.

"Judas!" Angrily shouted from under the quilt.

"boom!"

After a loud bang, the room became calm again.

A few minutes later, Teresa, with her messy hair, kicked open the door of the room with a "slap", and behind her was a bedroom with all kinds of things in a mess.

"What the hell did that damn guy Gong Ming do with the funds?" Teresa rubbed her head with a headache, her short white hair was messed up on her head, she was wearing a golden pajamas full of wrinkles, and she walked towards the kitchen .

Suddenly, a crackling sound came into Teresa's ears. It was the unique sound of a shovel colliding with a pot.The door of the kitchen was half open, a faint aroma overflowed from the door, and the humming sound of the range hood also came lowly, permeating the air along with the aroma.

Teresa couldn't help following the scent into the restaurant. A tall, thin figure was standing in front of the stove, wielding a spatula, with fiery red hair and wearing a yellow apron.But it seemed that the size of the apron was a little small for him, and the hem only covered the position of the man's knees, which looked really awkward.As the man continued to stir fry, the aroma in the pot overflowed.

Of course Teresa knew why the apron was so small, because that apron belonged to her.She clearly remembered that there was such a thing in the kitchen, but because she never cooked, she didn't know where to throw it in the corner, and she didn't know how Gong Ming found it.

It seemed that the rice had been fried, the man raised his hand to turn off the range hood.Then he raised his eyebrows as if he heard something, turned his head, and saw Teresa standing at the door of the kitchen, staring at him blankly with those big blue eyes.It was as if he was thinking about something extremely incomprehensible.

"Hello..." Teresa called out slowly.

"Wake up? I was about to call you, and you too, you wake up so late every day..." Picking up a plate and shoveling the fried rice in the pot into the plate, Gong Ming said with a smile.

"no……"

"What's wrong, don't you look at what time it is, the sun is going to dry your butt, what are you going to do after doing this every day..." The man picked up the plate and walked towards the dining table, the golden rice grains were golden , The seductive fragrance went straight into Teresa's nose, and her hungry stomach made a rumbling sound when she woke up in the morning.

"I meant to say..."

"Hey, stop talking, are you hungry? Come on, eat first, if you have something to say after dinner." Gong Ming put the plate on the table.

Well, the plate is already on the table.So……

A golden light instantly lit up in the kitchen, as if something golden pierced the air, and even brought a strong wind pressure, followed by a huge impact sound.

"Why on earth did you show up in my house!"

……

"So..." Teresa lay on the table, grabbed a spoon, dug a mouthful of fried rice and bit it into her mouth, looking at Gong Ming with a bruised face in front of her.

"Nisurai smells teeth and treats Su lightly (are you here to ask about Kiyana)?"

Gong Ming looked at Teresa with a dark expression on his face, and said, "I talked after I finished eating, and all the food dregs sprayed on my face."

"Steal (cut)..." Teresa gave him a white look.But still raised his neck, swallowed the food in his mouth hard, and said, "Why didn't you ask on the phone?"

"Is it safe on the phone?" Gong Ming said indifferently: "The full-band communication equipment of the Destiny system we use has a backdoor system in the headquarters. If there is a call between the two of us at this level, I am afraid that there is all the information at Alto's place." Backup. Is there nothing shameful about your niece?"

Teresa curled her lips, but she also knew that Gong Ming was right, so she changed the subject and asked, "Then how did you get in? Breaking into the girls' dormitory without permission will be treated as a pervert."

Gong Ming's eyes widened when he heard this, and then he looked at her angrily and said loudly, "How dare you say that? It wasn't you who sent me a message last night to ask me to come here this morning?"

"Uh..." Teresa was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of her mouth twitched as if remembering something, but she became stiff again in a blink of an eye, her face flushed and she shouted: "Then you can't just enter a girl's house what!"

"Then you have to close the door too!" Gong Ming shouted at her.

"Ah! That's right, the door is broken!" Teresa suddenly remembered that the door of the house had been blocked by her foot last night, and suddenly realized.

"So how are you going to explain this?" Gong Ming asked, pointing at his face.

"Hey..." Teresa turned her head guiltily: "Just get used to it, just get used to it."

"you……"

"Ah~, don't you want to ask about Qiyana? Let's get down to business, shall we?" Teresa said with a smile, why did she interrupt Gong Ming's words.

"..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Gong Ming looked at Teresa who was pretending to be stupid with a smile on his face, sighed, rubbed his face and asked, "What about Qiyana?"

"Ah~ she agreed to join us."

"Are you talking about her father? When she really asks, how do you plan to answer?" Gong Ming frowned.

"You even know about Siegfried?" Teresa was suddenly alert.

"So you really didn't hear about me when you were at the headquarters?" Gong Ming looked at Teresa with a big head. "I even knew Siegfried before you and Cecilia, okay... I was the best man when Siegfried got married, and you were the bridesmaid on Cecilia's side. You really have a little impression of me do not have it?"

"At that time, I heard that you were a doctor who couldn't use the Houkai power. Isn't that a role like passerby A, B, and C..." Teresa muttered.

"Passerby A, B, C..." Gong Ming's head was full of black lines.

"Then, is there any problem with Raiden Mei?" Teresa asked. "I heard from Jizi that the operation has been completed, right?"

"The operation went very well. If there are no major problems, she should be able to recover earlier than Qiyana. After all, Qiyana was still seriously injured at the time, and she still needs to recuperate more than Leiden Mei." Gong Ming nodded. .

"I heard that you took the right to train Raiden Mei from Himeko?"

"Well, among the three little girls, let's not talk about the little loli who is born against the entropy at first glance. Kiyana has a complete inheritance of gun fighting skills from the Kaslana family, but the foundation of Leiden Mei is relatively weak One point. Although she has also practiced the Beichen Yidao style, in my opinion, her swordsmanship is still far from being able to enter the hall. It can only be said that the lack of swordsmanship is forcibly made up for by relying on the powerful physical fitness of the Valkyrie. If this continues Even if you don't talk about combat effectiveness, just using the sword like this will cause great damage to the body. Even with the physique of a Valkyrie, it can't bear the hidden injuries accumulated over the years." Gong Ming analyzed.