This Curse Is Just Awesome

　　 "The 62nd Global Summit will begin soon."

　　 "Friends of the media and representatives of admission are requested to sit down as soon as possible."

　　 In the magnificent auditorium, the host sitting on the corner of the podium calmly said: "The first item of the summit is the annual summary. It will be lectured by the president of Beijing University and the person in power in my country."

　　 "The relevant documents have been placed in the upper right corner of your desk. Please read and prepare in advance..."

　　 loosened the tight tie, Chen Yu was dressed in a suit, led by the hostess to the first row of seats.

　　 "Mr. Chen, your name tag is there." The hostess smiled and pointed forward.

"OK."

　　 nodded, Chen Yu squeezed in.

　　 In the first row of seats, there were many familiar faces sitting there. But most of them can't be named.

　　 In short, no one is below level 8.

except him.

　　‘Can I be on the same level as the 8th level boss now? ’

　　 "啧啧."

　　 "Hey, the one in front, close your legs, thank you..."

For a moment, Chen Yu moved to his seat and sat down. First, he picked up the file in the upper right corner and flipped through Ma Guanhua. Then a Ge You lay paralyzed on the back of the chair, looking around, and suddenly found him sitting on the table next to him. The famous brand of "Bahuangyi".

　　 "Does this beep sit next to me?"

　　 "How can he show his face as a'dead' wanted criminal?"

　　"..."

　　 "It's annoying to see him."

　　 After holding the "Bahuang Yi" brand, Chen Yu casually threw it under the table, closed his eyes and rested, waiting for the summit to begin.

　　 Not long after, the old director came over and put a paper manuscript on Chen Yu's desk: "Look at it, it's best to memorize it."

"what is this?"

　　 "A speech for a while."

　　 "Day... Is it necessary to give a speech?"

　　 "Well. The upper management is not going to disclose information about your talents. But you will show up in the future, so you are given a more important position. You have to show your face."

　　 "... OK." After receiving the paper manuscript, Chen Yu glanced briefly: "Is it allowed to improvise? This manuscript feels mentally handicapped."

　　 "No. You must read it according to the script!"

　　 "Then you go, don't interfere with me backing the manuscript."

　　 "Global summit, don't mess around." The old director solemnly ordered.

　　 "Of course." Chen Yu nodded quickly: "Don't you believe me, Chen Yu."

　　Old Director: "..."

　　 Upon hearing this, the old director stood there in silence for a long time, and suddenly took out his mobile phone and contacted the logistics team: "Hello? It's me. The content of the summit here needs to be temporarily changed, and the speech column of the midfielder Chen Yu is cancelled."

　　 Chen Yu: "?"

　　 "Yes, there is nothing to do with him. When announcing our school's position, just give him a shot."

　　 Chen Yu: "???"

　　 "Okay, trouble everyone..."

　　 "Wait...wait a minute!" Chen Yu reacted abruptly, got up and grabbed the phone: "What are you going to do, Director?"

　　 "Don't you hear me still asking?"

　　 "How about a good speech?"

　　 "Cancel now." The old director blocked Chen Yu's hand and hung up the phone: "Your last sentence reminded me. How capricious people will believe you, Chen Yu."

　　 Chen Yu: "..."

　　【Mental damage suffered: Spirit +7】

　　 "You don't have to memorize the manuscript or something. Just do it for the first time and sit down."

　　 The old director patted Chen Yu on the shoulder, turned around and prepared to leave, but was caught by Chen Yu again.

　　 "Director, the relationship between people is about belief in words. When I said I didn't talk, you had to let me talk. Now that I talk, you won't let it go, it's inexplicable!"

　　 "I suddenly realized that you might be talking nonsense."

　　 "Fart!" Chen Yu rolled up his sleeves: "I have been honest with my mouth since I was young."

　　 "You are..." The old director looked up and down Chen Yu: "Do you want to give a speech?"

"Correct."

　　 "...Since you want to, I can't let you go. You must not hold your fart in your intestines."

　　 Chen Yu: "..."

　　【Mental damage suffered: mental power +9】

　　Old Director: "Who knows what nonsense you would talk about. That's the decision."

　　 "If you don't let me go on stage, I'll change to another master."

　　 "...You **** kind of human."

　　 "Human nature has always been aimed at people only."

　　"..."

　　 "Do you want to be on stage?" The old director tentatively asked after a stalemate.

　　 "I didn't want it. But the more you don't let me go, the more I think about it." Chen Yu tilted his head and patted his forehead vigorously: "Hey, we old Baijing people, don't fight for your breath."

　　 "Then you call me a master."

　　 "Master." Chen Yuguo opened her mouth, without any reserve.

　　 "Guaranteed to read the manuscript in An An Sheng Sheng."

　　 "Don't worry. If I say one more word, I will pull my head down and give you the coffin."

　　Old Director: "..."

　　 "Can you please say something." Chen Yuhuan pointed to both sides: "No, I will find someone else to be a master."

"make a deal."

"Snapped!"

　　 gave Chen Yu a heavy slap, and the old director took out his cell phone again and called the logistics team.

　　 Within two seconds, the call is connected.

　　 "Hello? Yes, it's me. How did the summit schedule change? What? It's over? That's OK. Could you please change it back again."

　　 "Why? No, Chen Yu can speak again."

　　 "It's inconvenient..."

　　 Putting down the phone for a while, the old director looked at Chen Yu and lowered his voice: "It's inconvenient for them."

　　 Chen Yu turned his head decisively, leaned forward and patted the 8th-level martial arts master sitting on the left: "Hey, senior, do you plan to accept a disciple in the near future..."

　　 "Gan!"

　　 The old director was stunned, and hurriedly said to the phone: "If it is not convenient to change...then you will be fired. Come up with someone who can change..."

finally.

　　 With the "effort" of the old director, the summit arrangements are still in accordance with the original plan.

　　 Chen Yu was very satisfied, leaned back on the chair, and began to read the content of the speech carefully.

　　 Not long after the old director left, Yahuang Yi also walked over in a straight suit, standing right in front of the first row, scanning it from start to finish, but he didn't find his brand name, and his brows immediately frowned.

　　 Soon, he noticed Chen Yu, quickly approached, and asked, "Do you know where I sit?"

　　 Chen Yu read the manuscript carefully, without raising his head: "It's not right."

　　 "Where is the sign of the seat next to you?"

　　 "It's not right."

"vacant position?"

　　 "It's not right."

　　Bahuang Yi: "..."

　　 "Uncle, do you have no place to sit?" Chen Yu closed the last page and asked, looking up.

"Um."

　　 "That might be the organizer..."

　　 "Negligence?" Yahuang squinted easily.

　　 "Maybe the organizer didn't invite you." Chen Yu lowered his head and turned over the paper manuscript: "Go back."

　　Bahuang Yi: "..."

　　 "If I were you, I would go back. After all, it would be embarrassing."

　　 With arms around his chest, Yahuang Yi raised his head to think for a moment, and he teleported over the table and sat beside Chen Yu. Following the detective, he took out the nameplate engraved with the name "Bahuangyi" from the bottom of the table, and handed it to Chen Yu without expression.

　　 "Huh?" Chen Yu was stunned: "Isn't the brand in your hand? Then you can ask me for the brand."

　　 Bahuang Yi: "...The brand fell on the bottom of the table. Don't you know."

　　 "This...Where do I know where I am going." Chen Yu inexplicably spread his hands: "The brand is not fixed, maybe it fell by myself."

　　 "The table is semi-enclosed. If it is touched, blown off by the wind, or even shaken by an earthquake, it will only fall outside, not into the interior of the table."

　　 "What do you mean?" Chen Yu put down the speech, dissatisfied: "Do you doubt me?"

　　 glanced at Chen Yu with "contempt", Bahuang Yi crushed the brand name and threw it under his seat, no longer speaking.

　　 "Why would I do such a detrimental thing?"

　　"..."

　　 "Am I this kind of person?"

　　"..."

　　 "Are you talking about something?"

　　"..."

　　 "Talking!"

　　 "I have nothing to say to you." Yahuang is easily irritable: "Don't disturb me. I don't want to say a word to you."

　　 "Why did I bother you?"

　　 "Are you noisy?"

　　 "This is reasonable. You can't wrong any bad person, let alone any good person."

　　 "...You admit that you are a bad guy."

　　 "Look at it." Chen Yu shrugged, "Don't you also tell me a few words."

　　Bahuang Yi: "..."

　　 "Wow!"

　　 stood up fiercely, and Yahuang Yi left with a black face without looking back.

　　 Chen Yu smacked his lips, as if nothing happened, continued to read the manuscript by heart...

　　 When the time came five minutes before the start of the summit.

　　 Seeing that the location of Bahuangyi was empty, the old director hurriedly came from the backstage: "Xiaoyu, have you seen Bahuangyi?"

　　 "It's not right."

　　...

　　 "Guests, masters of the martial arts world, representatives of countries, and friends from the media around the world, good afternoon."

　　 Two o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 On the rostrum, the President of Beijing University adjusted the microphone and spoke positively: "I announce that the 62nd Global Summit on Security Issues will begin now."

　　 "Wow, la la la—"

　　 Applause, not too big or too small.

　　 Everyone in the audience also looked as usual.

　　 is far from the lively scene Chen Yu imagined.

　　 Compared with Wanchao's surging sports events, this kind of global summit is more like a large-scale internal group meeting.

"The first item of the conference is the annual summary." The president of Beijing University put on his glasses and turned to the cover page of the document: "Everyone, please see the No. 16 coordinating information on the first page. This year, there are about forty thousand new level 3 martial artists in the world. Thousands, the death toll of level 3 and above is about 77 thousand four..."

　　 "Page 7, Observation of Ice Country, the speed of the Arctic Circle has continued to increase. The alien beast at the 8th level seems to show signs of breakthrough. It is necessary to organize manpower to eradicate it as soon as possible..."

　　 "Page 22, based on the extreme organizational behavior analysis report of the two beast tides in the capital..."

　　 "Page 34, the credit changes of Beijing University and Tsinghua University..."

　　 "On page 40, the gain of global martial arts papers has slowed down..."

　　 "Page 45..."

　　 "Page fifty-first..."

　　 "Fifth..."

　　"..."

　　 Chen Yu, stupid.

　　Before the summit started, he anticipated that the content of the meeting might be boring.

　　 But in any case, I didn’t realize that it would be boring to the point of "everything goes back to the ruins"...

　　 Throughout the meeting, the president of Beijing University was thinking of various documents and data.

　　 The world of martial arts changes greatly, a certain country is destroyed, and the two 8th-level martial artists remarry...line by sentence, read where you see.

　　 The president of Beijing University, who was once aloof, has become a ruthless manuscript reading machine.

　　 And the audience in the audience is also worthy of the martial artist.

　　 First-rate peeing skills.

　　 No one left the table midway!

　　 "Is this the global summit."

　　 Looking left and right at the level 8 bosses who were already asleep, Chen Yu muttered, "I'm in love with love."

　　 Fortunately, the annual summary of the first item of the summit is not long.

　　 Before midnight after the next day, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is over...

　　 "Cough."

With a light cough, the principal of Beijing University raised his wrist and glanced at the time, scanning the drowsy audience, and his voice rang out: "Stomach. The first item of the 62nd Global Summit on Security Issues, let's go here first. ."

　　 "Wow, la la la—"

　　 Applause, thunderous instantly.

　　Including Chen Yu, everyone's face was beaming with joy.

　　 "Okay, thank you everyone." The principal of Beijing University stood up with a standard smile and beckoned: "I am very happy, everyone will like my report."

　　 "Wow, la la la—"

　　 "Then before the second item of the summit starts, as the president of Kyungsung University, I want to announce one thing. A very important thing."

　　 The words fell, and the atmosphere of the entire auditorium suddenly became cold for some reason.

　　 Chen Yu squinted his eyes and looked left and right, and found that the other eighth-level bosses were all at a loss.

　　, together with the old director sitting on the rostrum, can't figure it out.

　　 Obviously.

　　 The sudden move by the principal of the University of Beijing did not notify anyone in advance...

　　...

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