Chapter 1039: with translation of chapter title

Qielinnina

Dekesisi

Yisi

Lindun

Kesong

Nengtianshi

Mositima

Bidesi

Peak Rush Logistics

The lack of parent‑child love, the compensation for sadistic desire, the satisfaction of guilt and self‑deception… these abnormalities, buried deep in the heart without our awareness, not only interfere with lust but may also surface in daily life as they swell.

Boundary Gate District

Heaven's Gate City

So-called intelligence, so-called rationality, always shine brightly before and after contact.

Only difficult to manifest during contact.

Even if rationality constantly advises that those mental activities are unnecessary, even if one clearly knows what action would be most efficient right now.

Yet one will still be led by the nose by that strangeness.

Even the ever-decisive, silent yet thorough Chernenina Texas—whose actions are always clean and decisive, whose handling of affairs is silent yet perfect, thus always appearing concise and capable—was no exception.

"You might as well just take a leave of absence, Texas."

"Sorry…"

After just a single morning saw three work mishaps, Penguin Logistics' logistics supervisor Is couldn't help but offer advice to the representative of the employee who had won multiple outstanding awards.

"No need to apologize, you don't need to apologize," the white-feathered, black-faced masked male said, staring at the screen and moving the mouse, helplessly comforting, "This little problem isn't as troublesome as the usual mistakes other employees make."

This isn't just lip service; Chernenina's recent small mistake has already been erased by his few mouse clicks—such a simple numbering issue is far easier to handle than the armed conflict caused by Nengtianshi.

But this still didn't stop him from asking again:

"If it's just you, this situation is also quite unusual—is it because of Lindun?"

"Huh," Texas admitted openly, "according to Kesong's calculations, he should give me a reply today."

"I suppose so; I never expected her to be able to contribute in this matter."

"Indeed I'm not too sure, but I'll still be a bit nervous…"

"It should be certain," Is said calmly, "because in the past few days I've processed several return applications from familiar faces."

Even those from outside the Gate District, like Moshitima, and even Kong in Heaven's Gate City, were applying to transfer back to the Gate District, with dates all set for today……

Looking again, Nengtianshi and Kesong's work schedules today are also within the district; this lineup only lacks the young master of the Bidesi family who once interned at the company.

But that director ultimately remains in the world of his hometown.

Even if Fengchi Logistics also intends to expand here, the Gate District's logistics landscape is unlikely to change in the coming years.

The success born of Penguin Logistics' style and Rhodes Island's support is truly hard to replicate.

But even without him, this side is still considered fully assembled.

A certain penguin that usually idles about bouncing around, yet always appears at headquarters when needed, goes without saying.

But it is precisely amid this conspicuous gathering of onlookers that Texas's normal work appears so fragmented.

Is even felt a hint of hesitation, doubting whether his tacit judgment might have been wrong.

And such wavering was smoothed over by the model employee's few small mistakes.

Although he never joined the girls' conversations, the hardworking overtime Man who likewise grasped the situation was also happy to go along.

His impression of Lindun was not bad.

A polite, friendly, talkative new colleague could also slightly balance the gender ratio in the company's core circle, and even serve as a mouthpiece for insulting superiors (x).

The only problem is that it seems rather troublesome, and showing up for work isn't very frequent.

It cannot help share one's workload.

"They…" Texas turned her head toward the office exit.

At first glance, no one was there—just the door and a potted plant—but at the doorway, some people's halos and rabbit ears were conspicuous, revealing an instant collective flinch.

It also brought a helpless smile to her face.

"Anyway…" she turned her head, pondered briefly, "I think I'll take a leave."

"That's how it should be; you've already saved up plenty of leave…" Is nodded, only to see her smile grow more subtle, "What's up?"

"Saying you've saved up plenty of leave applies to you as well."

"But that also depends on the boss letting go."

Is sighed as he finished Texas's leave request, then pulled out the swiftly printed slip from beside him and handed it to her.

"This slip can be shown to the field department, or ignored."

Anyway, no one in the company can criticize Texas's absence.

"I can let them know later."

"No need; anyway, I'm free now, I'll go," Texas said, taking the slip and smiling, "So I'll head out first?"

"Go, and good luck."

"... Thank you."

Chernenina, surprised by the remark, froze for a moment, then thanked him; seeing him nod at the screen, she also turned and left, meanwhile removing the badge hanging from her chest.

The pair of wolf ears atop her head twitched slightly, already having heard the scattered footsteps outside the door.

"Nengtianshi." She stepped outside and saw the most obvious red-haired angel tidying up on a nearby table.

Upon hearing their own call, they still tried to act as if they had just been summoned:

What's up, Texas?

Did you take leave?

Huh?

If you want to sneak along later, it's better to take leave.

Ah? What did you say?! Leimule froze.

No detours, no beating around the bush; once she makes a decision, Celine Nina will be as sharp and straight as her double-edged blade.

Although I think fewer people would be better, you probably wouldn't listen, right?

Um, maybe not... Leimule glanced at the spot not far away where Lapland's tail had been painted white-gray, making it look like some kind of body paint.

Probably only Lapland wouldn't care about these?

Hey, what do you mean! The owner of the white-gray tail immediately jumped out.

Just say whether you'll come along later!

Of course I'll follow! Lapland spoke confidently, then met Celine Nina's cold gaze, instinctively shrinking her neck; the miserable image of her own tail remained vivid, and whether it was Texas or the red wolf, they were lifelong enemies.

Thinking of this, she stiffened her neck and grinned: "What's up! Is there something shameful?"

The mutual stare lasted several seconds; the exhibitionist hidden among the greenery and the fallen angel crouched beside the table felt the atmosphere tense—yet they heard Celine Nina sigh.

Do as you like; it's rare to gather together. If he doesn't respond, let's all just stroll around the city.

Huh? The angel first blinked, then reacted: "Why so pessimistic?"

Ah, I know this, Lapland said, arms crossed proudly. "Don't listen to her sounding like she confessed so straightforwardly, but this guy actually often thinks about escaping in his heart; after all, she's unfamiliar with romance—hey, that's dangerous!"

Shut up. Celine Nina coldly sheathed her sword.

But just then, a sudden notification sound caused a flicker in her cold expression, while the others each emerged from their own "cover" and gathered, then looked toward Texas, who had distanced himself from everyone and pulled out his phone.

That sound is a chat app notification, right? the angel said.

Because it's too noisy, I've turned them all off, Kong nodded, but I set special notifications for everyone, so messages still have alerts.

Then that must be him, Lapland grinned, besides you guys, who else could Texas set that up for?

But I'm really curious when she started that.

They were still wanting to discuss, but saw Texas had already walked back; before they could ask, she spoke first:

He asked me to meet him at six in the afternoon.

That late? Just go straight to dinner? the angel wondered.

Oh, could it be that kind of candlelit dinner thing! Having read many comics and heard lots of gossip, Kong made her judgment.

If we wait until then and it's him, it probably isn't bad news.

Rather than judging or not judging, Mosstima actually considers herself quite familiar with Aomo.

Everyone is pretty straightforward; if they really wanted to refuse, they wouldn't drag it out.

Ha! If that's the case, Texas, how far do you intend to go? Lapland grinned, clearly intending to spout some gangster-style vulgarity.

In the past when they could simply and directly kill each other, there were many verbal exchanges where one could gain an advantage, and when provoked they'd utter some vulgar insults, yet the opponent always remained unmoved.

But now, perhaps there will be a big difference.

After all, that guy had shown such a feminine expression the day before yesterday.

But before she could speak, the other party preemptively answered the angel's doubt:

He said he had something to work overtime on, and would talk later.

Huh? Lapland's train of thought was interrupted.

And it wasn't just her; everyone's expressions were no better, with Miss Kong almost crashing, unable to imagine such a man.

And in that silence, Mosstima was the first to laugh out loud.

That's also his style.

And the person involved also nodded.

Indeed.