When I Woke Up, I Became an A GL MTL

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    After a few days, the alarm clock came back on time, and Song Yuran sat up from the bed almost as soon as it rang this time.

Washing and changing clothes to get ready to go to work, there is a sense of urgency in the action, she has never been so active about going to work.

It was still early, and Song Yuran was having breakfast at a breakfast shop near the community. The freshly made soy milk was still steaming, and he drank it in one gulp, with a strong bean aroma filling his lips and teeth.

Song Yuran hiccupped a little, got up and went to the counter to check out, and during the waiting time, he noticed that there was an extra pineapple bun on the display stand next to the counter.

Reminiscent of the taste of pineapple buns, sweet and a little salty, the pineapple skin on the outside is so crispy that it falls off.

While still in line, she sent Huo Qingzhi a message asking if she would like to buy her breakfast, the pineapple buns are delicious.

After sending it out, I realized that I never seemed to have taken the initiative to buy breakfast for Huo Qingzhi, and she basically did it because the other party said it.

But until it was her turn, Huo Qingzhi didn't reply. He probably just woke up at this point and was still washing up.

"I want two pineapple buns."

Song Yuran carried a bag today, and the capacity for two pineapple buns was more than enough. He wanted to buy another cup of soy milk, but he was worried that it would be inconvenient to take it on the road, so he gave up.

After coming out of the breakfast shop, I received a reply from Huo Qingzhi, who expressed doubts about the pineapple buns.

[Huo Qingzhi]: I don't want to eat fruit in the morning.

[Song Yuran]: It's not fruit, it's bread. Because the puff pastry texture on the outside looks like pineapple, it's called pineapple bun. The ingredients are actually milk, butter and flour.

Song Yuran explained to her patiently, and the other party became interested after hearing it, and she immediately replied that she had already bought it, with a tone of offering a treasure.

During the time to reply to the message, Song Yuran walked into the subway station. The signal inside was not good, so she hurriedly ended the chat.

Walking on the subway as usual, the subway she was on was not the first station, and there was no place to sit during the morning rush hour. Song Yuran found a corner with relatively few people and stood there, counting in her heart how many more stations to arrive.

The subway doors opened and closed, and the announcement of the next station on the radio was a station name that Song Yuran had never seen before.

Subconsciously raised his head to look at the electronic screen diagonally above, only to realize that there were three more stations in the middle.

I vaguely remembered that some time ago, people around me had been saying that a few more stations would be added to this line for the convenience of office workers commuting.

It should be that she asked for leave for the past few days and changed it.

Song Yuran didn't take it seriously, but felt that three more stations would only allow him to stay for a few more minutes.

Until the next subway stop, before the door opened, Song Yuran saw a group of people standing outside the yellow line waiting to get on the train through the glass.