Armor: Shura appears at the beginning

The dumpling restaurant was bustling with people and filled with the atmosphere of life.

Aunt Hui, Xiaolan and Li Xinnan stood in a corner, all their eyes focused on a little boy who was wolfing down dumplings.

The little boy was about ten years old. He kept putting dumplings into his mouth with chopsticks, one bite after another, and he enjoyed the food very much.

"He looks so hungry..." Xiaolan said to Aunt Hui with a smile.

Li Xinnan on the side nodded slightly and replied calmly:

"At the time, I was walking by the roadside and happened to see a man lying next to a car. When I looked closer, I found that he had his eyes closed and was already in a coma."

"I was curious and looked at him carefully. Suddenly, I noticed a sign hanging on him, which said he was from an orphanage."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Aunt Hui raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, but her eyes could not hide the hint of worry.

"That's right, he must have sneaked out." Li Xinnan responded, seeming to be quite confident in his judgment.

At this moment, a crucial thought flashed through Aunt Hui's mind, and she hurriedly asked:

"Xinnan, do you know the exact location of the orphanage where this child is? We must send him back to his original place as soon as possible."

"Uh... I don't know the exact address, but I know the contact information of their welfare home."

As Li Xinnan spoke, he reached into his pocket and fumbled for a moment before pulling out a sign with the welfare home's phone number and the child's name clearly printed on it: Xiangyang

"That's good. I feel relieved. Xinnan, you did the right thing by notifying the welfare home in time."

Aunt Hui's tense heartstrings relaxed a little. Li Xinnan smiled and nodded in response, indicating that this was part of his job. He then added:

"I just called the welfare home, and the staff there said they have sent someone over."

......

D City,

A woman was holding her daughter's hand and whispering something to her, while the driver standing beside her was stuffing the luggage into the trunk of the car one by one.

"When you are alone at home, you must take good care of yourself." The woman's eyes were full of pampering and reluctance.

"Did you hear that?" she asked again worriedly.

"Oh~" the little girl nodded obediently.

The woman was still a little worried and continued to repeat various precautions. The little girl in front of her was also very sensible. She listened patiently and nodded in response from time to time.

At this moment, the driver closed the trunk door and shouted to the woman:

"Everything is packed, we can go!"

"Okay, I'll be right there." The woman responded, then squatted down again, put her hands on the little girl's shoulders, and said very seriously:

"Xiao Xi, you must stay at home and be good. Also, don't eat random things. If a stranger knocks on the door, or talks to you, and says they are your parents' friends, you must not believe them, let alone open the door for them."

The little girl seemed a little impatient, but she still nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice, indicating that she remembered it.

"I know, I know. Mom, please go quickly. It will be too late if you don't leave now."

"Anyway, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't make me worry, understand?"

"Wait until tomorrow, my brother will be back!"

Xiaoxi responded softly: "Yeah, I know. You've said it almost eight hundred times. I remember it!"

……

Eight Days Magazine

Xiaosong lay on the table like a lazy koala, letting out bursts of low and strange laughter:

"Hehehe... Armor Hero... Hehehe..."

Suddenly, the door was flung open and the editor-in-chief appeared at the door.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the scene in front of him with astonishment - Xiaosong was lying on the table, sleeping soundly.

The desk was cluttered with photos of Armor Heroes and mutants, and Xiaosong was still muttering something, with saliva even flowing from the corners of his mouth to the ground.

This is simply too much!

The editor-in-chief was furious. He strode towards Xiaosong and slammed the table hard with a "bang"!

The sound was like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, deafening and instantly waking up Xiaosong from his deep sleep. Xiaosong jumped up from his chair in panic, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

It was a long while before he came to his senses and realized that the person standing in front of him was the editor-in-chief with a livid face and a look of disgust.

The editor-in-chief pushed up his glasses and asked sternly:

"Xiaosong, Xiaosong! I paid a lot of money to hire you as a reporter, not to let you slack off here! I want headlines that can cause a sensation, do you understand? Headlines!"

The editor-in-chief became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his voice unconsciously rising an octave. He waved his hands in the air as if he wanted to lift Xiaosong up from his seat.

Xiaosong secretly complained in his heart, wondering why he fell asleep just now? Isn't this giving the editor a handle?

While complaining in his heart, he forced himself to cheer up, pretending to listen carefully and learn humbly, and nodded repeatedly to show his approval and acceptance of the editor's criticism.

Seeing that Xiaosong was quite sincere, the editor-in-chief softened his tone a little and said:

"How can you sleep well? At your age and stage, you can sleep well. You have no future."

"Xiaosong, you are also a veteran employee, you should know our job..."