Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

Chapter 1235

On the roof opposite the small building, an elf was sitting on the edge of the eaves, with its two long legs hanging in the air and swinging.

"She looks a lot like you when you were a child, but she's much cuter than you."

Along with this old voice, a dwarf walked out of the shadow behind the elf.

The dwarf looked about as tall as the elf's calf, with a head of silver hair tied into a beautiful bun. She asked, "Is that the apprentice you chose for me?"

Zhuri curled his lips in dissatisfaction: "What do you mean your apprentice? This is my apprentice. I'm still looking for your apprentice."

The dwarf raised his foot and kicked the elf, but the elf dodged it. The dwarf said, "Didn't you send me a message saying you had found three cubs with excellent qualifications for me to choose from? Where are those three cubs?"

He pretended to be dead and didn't speak every day.

The dwarf sneered, "A single word from me will make Monbas stop cooperating with the little game you arranged for your apprentice."

Zhuri, who knew the teacher's character well, stopped talking nonsense: "...Tell me, what do you want."

Dwarf: "You have a good apprentice. Give it to me."

Zhuri was neither angry nor anxious: "If you have the ability to make her betray me and become your apprentice, then she will be yours."

Dwarf: "Okay, you don't mind if I make your little game a little more difficult?"

"She's not your apprentice yet!" Zhuri was truly offended. She said seriously, "You can't interfere with the teaching plan I made for her so early... No, didn't you also interfere in the arena?"

The dwarf didn't refute. Instead, he suddenly became like a truly elderly man, staring blankly at something with cloudy eyes. She tilted her ear slightly and asked, "Huh? What did you say?"

day by day:"……"

She began to complain angrily about the dwarf. This elf was so talkative sometimes that it was almost scary...

The dwarf rubbed his ears with a bitter face. He endured it for five minutes, but he didn't want to endure it anymore.

She said, "You made me lose my favorite apprentice, so you must compensate me."

The intense and lively emotions that she had been experiencing day by day receded like a tide in an instant. She seemed to have no idea what expression to make in response to these words, so she could only empty herself with a blank expression.

It’s not so much indifference and resistance as helplessness.

Seeing her dead look, the dwarf couldn't help but kick Sun Chaser, then took a step back and hid in the shadows.

……

On the morning of the first day of the trial, Yu Xunge hardly dared to change her position. She hid in the narrow locker and observed the employees who occasionally passed by outside through the gap.

The light wings that can help her illuminate at night become a disadvantage during the day.

These wings are so eye-catching, whether it is day or night, they are like flowing flames. Even if you just glance at them casually, they will quickly catch the other person's attention.

Yu Xunge became anxious when he thought about having to observe and collect information of at least two employees every day and learn their every move.

It was not until the next day, after Yu Xunge had figured out the general scope of work and patterns of action of these employees, that she began to walk out of the locker, constantly changing her position to observe the etiquette and behavior of one staff member after another and eavesdrop on their conversations.

She soon realized the naivety of her plan to observe two people per day.

It would be too difficult to keep track of two employees by constantly changing positions, and you would miss information about other employees.

The best way is to divide the building into sections, and then systematically observe every employee in this area, extract various information from their chats, and then summarize and organize it yourself.

For this purpose, Yu Xunge picked up a few pieces of paper and pen that were thrown into the trash can to record and correct errors.

Late at night when everyone is asleep, she would practice and correct the etiquette she had learned over and over again in front of the bathroom mirror.

Sitting posture, walking posture, speaking speed and tone, word choice, etc.