Survival Manual of the Science Fiction World

Oh, and remember to clean the safe house tonight. I'm going to eat sunflower seeds, and I'll just spit the shells on the floor, okay...?

As soon as Chu Ming returned to the safe house with Gin, he lazily leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and bossed Gin around in an arrogant manner.

That's awesome! That's so awesome! He's wanted to do this for a long time!

My dream has finally come true!

I'm so happy I could fly!

Gin had just put down his car keys when he heard Chu Ming's series of orders. He paused, then turned around and grabbed Chu Ming, saying, "Let's train first."

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Chu Ming struggled fiercely, trying to slack off: "Training? Why do we need to train again? Didn't we just train at the base?! Why do you need to train again?! No, I don't agree!"

"I see you still have the energy to eat Osaka takoyaki, what are you doing instead of training?" Gin rarely retorted, because if he remained silent any longer, Chu Ming would probably get all over him.

Chu Ming clung tightly to the corner pillar, refusing to let go: "The boss said you have to listen to me when we're not training! Gin, are you rebelling?! I'm not training! I'm not training!!"

Gin suddenly let go, and Chu Ming, still clinging to the pillar and struggling against him, suddenly lost the force from behind, causing his forehead to slam directly into the pillar.

"Ouch—" Chu Ming covered his forehead and slid down the pillar in a daze, remaining motionless for a long time.

Gin thought that Chu Ming would jump up and make a scene after he let go, but a while had passed and Chu Ming was still in the position of his head hitting the pillar, without making a sound.

Gin nudged Chu Ming, who was slumped against the pillar, with his toe. Chu Ming then slowly collapsed, blood gushing down his face.

Gin paused for a moment, then quickly knelt down to check Chu Ming's injuries.

Just as he was halfway down the squatting position, Chu Ming suddenly opened his eyes, braced himself on the ground, and swept his leg out. Gin reacted quickly, and just as he was about to lose his balance and fall, he instinctively braced himself against the pillar next to him and pushed hard, causing himself to flip to the side.

However, Chu Ming had been planning this for a long time. The moment he tripped Gin, he wrapped his legs around Gin's legs. His hands were not idle either. He grabbed Gin's trench coat with one hand and reached up to find Gin's Beretta with the other. With a force of his waist, he flipped over and pinned Gin down, holding the gun to Gin's chin.

"Hehe, big brother, don't move around~" Chu Ming's eyes sparkled like a child who had just gotten candy. He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from his forehead, and it dripped onto Gin's body. "Big brother, you've finally met your match! Hehehehe..."

Gin scoffed, his green eyes narrowing slightly, resembling a vengeful wolf: "Either kill me, or get up."

Gin knew Chu Ming wouldn't do anything to him. Although Chu Ming was always verbally abusive and seemed to want to infuriate him, Gin was confident that Chu Ming wouldn't lay a hand on him. If it really came down to killing him, Chu Ming would have had more opportunities than anyone else.

Chu Ming's arrogant expression faltered: "Isn't there a third option? How about we talk?"

Gin looked at him coldly: "What are you talking about? Training time? Fine, three training sessions a day, three hours each time."

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Does this sound like human speech?

Chu Ming angrily threw away the gun that was in the way and counted on his fingers for Gin: "There are only 24 hours in a day. I'm not an adult yet and I'm still growing. I need to sleep at least eight hours a day, right? It's not too much to take a two-hour nap at noon, is it?"

That leaves fourteen hours. As for meals, we'll have to eat out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so let's include walking time in that, and say three hours.

There are eleven hours left. I'll need to eat and drink, and I'll need to go to the bathroom, right? I can't skip eating, drinking, or relieving myself, so let's say I spend a total of one hour going to the bathroom.

In the remaining ten hours, I must have some things to deal with, such as the work assigned by the BOSS. I will need to spend at least five hours on it, since this is a critical period after the software has just been launched.

Of the remaining five hours, I'll spend at least four hours commuting, right? I can't have absolutely no entertainment. Spending half an hour a day snacking and watching TV isn't too much to ask, is it?

After training, I need to rest for a bit, right? Even if it's just twenty minutes. Then we spend another five minutes on the way to training, so I only have five minutes left..."

Chu Ming kept firing off his attacks, but in the end, he couldn't squeeze out any more time. He could only regretfully discuss with Gin, "How about this, we train once a day, five minutes each time! You just heard me, my schedule is already full! I can't find any more time!"

Seeing Chu Ming's expression of utter disappointment, Gin reached out and locked his shoulder. Taking advantage of Chu Ming's momentary lapse in attention, he forcefully flipped him over and grabbed his hands.

The situation reversed instantly.

Gin slowly leaned down and asked him, "Five minutes?"

Chu Ming was heartbroken: "No more! Otherwise I'll go to the BOSS and complain that you bullied me and even broke my head!"

"..." Gin reached out and tapped Chu Ming's 'wound' on his forehead, dabbed some blood on it and rubbed it. The blood was real.

But the wound—

Gin grabbed Chu Ming's clothes and rubbed his forehead hard. As blood was smeared on, the so-called wound actually fell off.

Gin picked up the gelatinous wound with a look of disgust: "Your head is broken?"

"..." Damn it, it's time to upgrade my disguise skills. I'll go back and squeeze Vermouth for more information and see if there are any secret techniques I haven't taught her. Gin isn't so easy to fool anymore.

"Half an hour at most, no more! I really can't squeeze out any more time!!" Chu Ming was heartbroken. "I've even used my rest time for this!"

"If you waste my time with that kind of boring stuff again—" Gin didn't finish his sentence, but the threat was clear.

Damn it! Gin is clearly acting like he's not going to take advantage of anyone outside. He'll definitely complain to the boss later.

"So, you'll follow my orders regarding anything related to the mission?"

“Of course.” Gin replied without hesitation.

Row.

Gin, you just wait!

Chu Ming's eyes were full of wicked cunning. He would turn around and take you to the "Cocoon" press conference, disguising you as an extremely young high school student!

All of this is to better complete the BOSS's mission. Gin, you don't want the BOSS's long-awaited mission to fail, do you?

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Chapter 449 Personality

"Half an hour has passed!!! It really has!!!" Chu Ming scrambled out of Gin's relentless barrage of attacks, pointing at the clock on the wall with a look of indignation. "Gin, you delayed by a minute! You're going to deduct that minute from tomorrow's bill!"

Gin, looking refreshed, deftly brandished the dagger in his hand and put it away, ignoring Chu Ming's accusations as if a fly was buzzing in his ear.

Chu Ming looked at the new wounds on his body and cried to himself, but with his current physical condition, such minor injuries would probably heal before he even left the training ground, let alone take medicine. There was no way he could go to the BOSS to complain.

But Gin's blows really hurt!

God knows how that tiny scratch could make him dance so violently on his nerves; he felt as if the knife in Gin's hand wasn't cutting through his skin, but through his heart.

Chu Ming felt he needed to learn this interrogation technique from Lafitte. Considering the two boxes of bombs Lafitte owed him, he figured Lafitte wouldn't refuse.

However, it was just pain; it wasn't unbearable for him. In fact, the injuries he suffered in his previous life were far more severe than this, and Chu Ming hadn't screamed this exaggeratedly back then.

People always need to show some weakness, especially when you have a boss. This makes your boss feel that you can be controlled and manipulated by this weakness.

He was just feigning weakness; Chu Ming thought he was incredibly skilled at it. His fighting level was already very high; if he really went all out against Gin, who knew who would win?

However, he still managed to go toe-to-toe with Gin during training, and even if Gin was forced to retreat one step, he would be able to retreat three steps in the next moment.

See, now Gin has found that he can discipline him during training, and the boy doesn't object to the tasks he assigns him.

For example, yesterday, after discussing the training schedule with Gin, he went to the company to arrange the software promotion. Since Vermouth was still in Japan, what better candidate to promote the product than Vermouth, a ready-made and free superstar?

Vermouth originally had an unfinished task, which was meant to help Chu Ming escape Gin's clutches. However, in order to help Chu Ming shoot an advertisement, Chu Ming decided to hand over the task to Gin.

When Gin saw the task that Chu Ming had given him, he did not express any objection, but he added a few more gaps to Chu Ming's training.

See, the dream of commanding Gin has been fulfilled.

The price is just a few wounds, which don't hurt at all (pain mask).

Gin was busy with Vermouth's tasks, Vermouth was filming an advertisement, and the only one who was free was Chu Ming.

Chu Ming thought for a moment and realized that he hadn't had a friendly meeting with Conan in a long time. He figured there was no time like the present, so he might as well take advantage of the free time to go and have some fun with him.

It would also be a perfect opportunity to have Kogoro Mouri, the famous detective in Japan, endorse his software, killing two birds with one stone.

So Conan and Ran, who had just returned to the detective agency after school, were met with Chu Ming blocking their door.

"Brother Chu Ming? Why are you standing at the door? Isn't Dad home?" Ran let go of Conan's hand and took out her keys to open the door.

"It seems the uncle went out. The door was locked from the inside, and no one answered when I knocked." Chu Ming followed Xiao Lan into the room. The table where the uncle usually liked to sit was empty.

"He probably took on some assignment and went out temporarily. Brother Chu Ming, please sit down, I'll go make some coffee." Xiao Lan put down her schoolbag and hurried into the kitchen.

As soon as Conan saw Ran leave, he quickly went over with an expression as if he were sharing a big secret: "Brother Chu Ming, I'm telling you, you'll never guess who I ran into the other day!"

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Chu Ming looked over in confusion. Had Conan had some kind of adventure he didn't know about these past few days?

Conan leaned close to Chu Ming's ear mysteriously and whispered, "I saw Gin's sister!"

"..." You might not believe it, but that person was me.

"Last time, they even found Gin's girlfriend!"

"..." Sorry, it's still me.

And you might even have the chance to see his brother again next time. You'll have the opportunity to meet the entire Qin family in the future. Would you dare to make a move?

Seeing Chu Ming's complicated expression, Conan said somewhat aggrievedly, "Brother Chu Ming, you don't believe me? I really did meet his sister, and Haibara saw her too. But strangely, Haibara didn't react to her at all. Even when she only saw people from that organization from afar before, she was like a quail."

"Does Ai know you're making fun of her like that?" Chu Ming teased him. "You'd better watch out, Ai holds grudges. Be careful she doesn't stop researching antidotes for you later."

"I wouldn't say it in front of her..." Conan muttered under his breath, "What has Brother Chu Ming been busy with lately? The Doctor hasn't been home either, and neither have you. I can't find anyone to talk to..."

Chu Ming took out his phone, opened the software, and showed it to Conan: "Our company's software is nearing completion and is currently in the market launch and promotion phase. We named it SIDE. This software allows people to chat in real time and even make video calls. As long as there is a base station, it feels like you are right next to someone no matter how far apart you are."

"Really? Then I can video call Shinichi?" Ran, who was carrying a cup of coffee, happened to hear what Chu Ming said and her face lit up with surprise.

Conan froze, turned his head and stared blankly at Chu Ming, his neck seemingly cracking, his eyes saying: Brother Chu Ming, you've ruined me!

Chu Ming looked completely innocent. Who knew it would be such a coincidence? But could Ran's outburst because Shinichi hadn't answered the video call for a long time be related to him? No, right?

With a smile on his face, Chu Ming ignored Conan's secret tugging below and turned to Ran, saying, "Yes, you can ask Shinichi to install this software on his phone next time you make a call. That way, you can send video calls in addition to making phone calls. Later, our company will also consider embedding games into the software, so you can chat and play games at the same time."