Full-time Creation Master

"Director Chu, if you dare to use your mental alarm clock to wake me again, believe me, I'll spill all the secrets in your folder!"

Leng Lingling yawned, and the neckline of her nightgown slipped down to her shoulder, revealing a teardrop-shaped crystal pendant on her collarbone.

That's a top-tier accessory used to stabilize mental energy fluctuations, and it also comes with a life-protecting function.

Chu Ming noticed that there were still some physiological tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, like sapphires covered with morning dew.

"My little darling, breakfast will get cold if you don't get up soon."

Chu Ming shrank back, his fingertips secretly extinguishing the backup signal hidden in his sleeve behind his back. "You promised to go shopping with me yesterday, didn't you forget?"

Leng Lingling turned and walked towards the dressing table, her bare feet making a soft sound on the heated floor: "If the inspection requires getting up at 7:00 AM, then get up."

You're clearly trying to scare me while I'm still asleep, to satisfy your perverse pleasure of playing pranks!

She turned around abruptly, and a velvet cushion came hurtling towards her with a gust of wind.

When Chu Ming reached out to catch it, he smelled a faint calming fragrance on the pillowcase—a calming fragrance specially made from Arctic ice crystal flowers.

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Chu Ming held up a pillow and begged for mercy, but his lower back bumped into the bedside table inlaid with star crystals, causing the model made of top-quality magic stone on it to fall to the ground with a clatter.

To be honest, Chu Ming really doted on Leng Lingling, treating her like a precious gem!

Thankfully, Leng Lingling wasn't living off Chu Ming's food and drink. In the end, she said, "This kind of luxurious life isn't what I want!"

"I'll take you to a great place. The kitchen just received some golden fruits, the kind with rainbow-like iridescence on the skin and energy patterns."

The gilded fruit, also known as the rainbow gilded fruit, is a common first-tier fruit. Excellent quality fruits can reach second-tier, but these are extremely rare and are a specialty fruit grown only in specific environments in Australia.

Because of its special growing environment and demanding storage and transportation conditions, it is rarely seen in the outside world.

However, because the seven colors of the Golden Fruit are so dazzling and beautiful—even more so than its taste—it caused a sensation on the Chinese internet, with comments like, "Why didn't our ancestors bring this fruit back and tame it?"

"Really?" Leng Lingling's tone softened slightly. "Do you have any special-supply ones? I can just get the special-supply ones!"

It's clear that Leng Lingling really can't resist shiny things that look good and taste delicious!

.........

"Is this what you meant by inspection?"

Leng Lingling looked at Chu Ming with disdain as he used light magic to simulate two unremarkable faces.

Especially since I'm now playing the role of an adult *ugly* dwarf!

"This time is different!"

Chu Ming pulled out two access cards with shimmering silver trim from his pocket. "I had my adjutant get me special-grade logistics identification cards."

"In that case, we might actually see a surprising and embarrassing moment!"

At Chu Ming's request, the appearance of all the S.H.I.E.L.D. cards should be kept as "flashy" and "good-looking" as possible, unless required for combat!

Seeing Leng Lingling's eyes soften, he quickly pressed his advantage, "And I swear, ... if you touch me, I'll..."

Leng Lingling finally couldn't help but laugh, and reached out to snatch the pass from his hand: "At least you've shown some sincerity."

"But let me make this clear first: if you dare to lie to me again, I'll switch your command system to the Martingale language mode, so you won't even be able to understand the battle map."

She turned and walked towards the bathroom, the hem of her nightgown brushing against Chu Ming's hand, leaving a slightly cool touch.

As Chu Ming watched her retreating figure, he suddenly noticed that the tips of her hair shimmered with a pearly sheen in the morning light.

He bent down and picked up the scattered models one by one, thinking to himself that he should ask for an extra serving of gilded fruit later—it would be so nice if Leng Lingling's hair was seven-colored, you are what you eat, so eat more!

When Leng Lingling came out after changing into her silver-gray uniform, Chu Ming had already put the model back in its original place and placed a cup of warm milk on the table.

The model figures range from abstract to lifelike, all sculpted by Chu Ming in his spare time when he was bored.

The cup is carved from deep-sea warm jade and can maintain the optimal temperature.

As she took the cup, she muttered under her breath, "I'm already 13, and they're still giving me milk..."

As a result, the cup was filled with milk made from the fresh milk of various demons, and the cup was drunk up in one gulp!

Leng Lingling sipped the white liquid from the corner of her mouth, and the sleepiness in her eyes completely disappeared, revealing a clear light.

"Let's go, or those guys will steal all the Golden Fruits."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. carriers are now overflowing with people!

As the two walked out of the hatch side by side, a breeze carrying the scent of interstellar flowers blew in through the corridor's ventilation openings.

.........

Take the elevator down.

The Logistics Department's access card doesn't have high privileges, but it's the type that can pass through the most security gates at S.H.I.E.L.D.

A deafening hum emanated from the metal walls of the waste disposal tunnel as countless lower-level AI robotic arms were at work.

Su Lie was smoothing out the wrinkles in his work clothes when he was suddenly knocked off balance by a burst of loud laughter and curses.

Three young men in S.H.I.E.L.D. logistics uniforms were gathered around a holographic projection panel, the flickering star map projected onto their oily faces, casting dappled light spots.

"See that?"

Yesterday, S.H.I.E.L.D. announced a new "Technical Contribution Points System." The points we earn from repairing the engine can now be redeemed for advanced courses!

The young man with a buzz cut pointed at the terms on the projector with his greasy fingers, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"I've calculated it. If I can endure another six months, I can take the junior mechanic license exam, and then I can be transferred to the weapons research and development department!"

Although this place is jokingly called the "waste office," there is no backstabbing or all-night overtime work.

Occasionally, you can even find some "treasures" in the trash brought down from the research institute or recycling department, but!!!

In an environment where the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is striving for progress, hardworking and honest people instinctively feel that lying down is a sin!

The girl, with an ordinary complexion and wearing glasses, pushed up her goggles that had slipped down to the tip of her nose, her fingertips swiping rapidly across the control panel: "This is much better than what I had over there."

My mentor used to spend every day at drinking parties toasting a bunch of idiots in order to secure funding for his project.

Several pretty female senior students were also harassed quite a bit.

It made the teacher wonder when they started to take in all sorts of slovenly people like us. Luckily, I managed to escape!

My cousin works as a maintenance soldier in the Seventh Fleet, and he says that their promotions depend entirely on connections.

"People like us without connections, we'll still be just third-level technicians even after working our way up."

"Who says otherwise?!" someone observing from the elevated highway replied from afar, "One radish, one hole!"

If you want to get into the pit, you have to pull out the radish and bring out the mud with it!

Otherwise, white radishes will fall into the big pit, and carrots will fall into the small pit!

"Not to mention the MiLi Federation," the tall young man scoffed as he disinfected a wrench, tossing a news briefing—an internal S.H.I.E.L.D. report—on the projector screen.

"The Rice Grain Federation is clearly all about money; if the money isn't there, forget about it!"

"Many people have to use their brains to make money!"

Look!

"Last month, their military's space carrier 'Freedom' almost disintegrated in an asteroid belt because of a shortage of protective shield materials."

"Our S.H.I.E.L.D. is really efficient; they approve reports as soon as they're submitted. Just last week, they equipped every repair station with new radiation detectors."

"........."