Ruan Cunyun opened the closet, and a strong second-dimensional atmosphere hit his face.
His eyes swept over the row of neatly hung clothes.
Loose short-sleeved shorts, T-shirts with anime characters printed on them, exquisite sets of cosplay clothes, and several sets of tutu skirts. The drawers underneath store various accessories and wigs.
His eyes wandered around and stopped at the far right end of the closet.
Ruan Cunyun stretched out his hand, pushed aside the maid uniform with ruffled skirt, and took out a suit from the squeezed gap.
White shirt, black trousers, black suit jacket, and a black tie.
Black and white, dull and boring, in sharp contrast to a cabinet full of colorful clothes.
Whether he likes it or not, this is Ruan Cunyun's destiny for the rest of his life - a social animal.
But Ruan Cunyun is already lucky among misfortunes. This year's job market situation is grim, with more monks and less meat.
Many college students are unemployed after graduation and cannot find a job at all, so they can only stay at home.
The most attractive thing for Ruan Cunyun is the "autism area", which is a small independent room separated by curtains. There are tatami mats and computers in the room. You can go in with books and snacks to nest all afternoon.
Just this black and white work uniform, how many people want to wear it but haven't had the chance yet.
@Secret Base Cafe: [Secret Base will officially open tomorrow and meet you all! In addition to the 40% discount on the entire site, we will conduct random draws among the friends who come to the site! The prizes are as follows: latest version of PlayStation]
He put the folded suit on the bedside, like a dog consciously putting a chain around his neck.
"I sent you a WeChat message and you didn't reply." Xu Feifei said angrily.
The secret base is a cafe that is about to open. Many otakus and otakus commented on it: "Wow, this is a two-dimensional paradise."]
Ruan Cunyun was so nervous that his fingers froze, and when he saw the word "Feifei" displayed on the screen, he relaxed instantly.
"I was just sorting out the equipment for tomorrow, and I didn't look at my phone." When Ruan Cunyun mentioned this, the smile on his face faded, and his fingertips unconsciously poked at the corner of the comic book page.
In the promotional video, the bookshelves are filled with comic books, picture books, and novels from various countries, and there is a display screen on each dining table so that customers can enjoy the food while reading. In the leisure area next to it, there are sofas and low stools randomly placed, there are cats that can be petted, and there are various game consoles that you can play for free. The second floor is a shopping area, with official works and fan peripherals available. The sun is shining and leisurely music is playing, making it easy to go shopping.
Ruan Cunyun relaxed into the lazy sofa, picked up a comic from the coffee table and read it, rubbing his white ankle against the pillow with Teacher Cat's big face: "Feifei? How do you make a call?"
He immediately opened the laptop at hand and opened Weibo in three seconds. Sure enough, he saw a Weibo posted by the official Weibo account of the secret base ten minutes ago.
"What?"
Ruan Cunyun: "I didn't sleep well three days ago."
"You can't tell at all." Xu Feifei said in surprise, "What about this time?"
When the secret base first started to be promoted, it attracted the attention of a large number of die-hards. Ruan Cunyun and Xu Feifei originally made an appointment to go there at the weekend, but unexpectedly the official suddenly held a lottery, and the prizes actually had Mr. Dan’s signature!
You know, BALLS is a lady who only posts pictures but not cool stuff. She doesn’t do autograph signings or draws. She doesn’t seem to have many two-dimensional gay friends. She is simply a ruthless, high-yield picture-posting machine.
"Yun, have you seen the latest Weibo posted by 'Secret Base'? They will randomly draw and give away five autographed paintings of Teacher Dan at the opening tomorrow - Teacher Dan's! Autographed, autographed paintings!"
Ruan Cunyun jumped up and sat upright on the lazy sofa, buttoning the opened comic book on the carpet.
Xu Feifei, who was a social cow, found it difficult to understand Ruan Cunyun and couldn't empathize with him, so he simply and rudely cut back to the purpose of his call.
Ruan Cunyun whispered: "I couldn't sleep all night before the university report."
The mobile phone on the table buzzed and vibrated, like a reminder.
Xu Feifei laughed: "Are you nervous? It's just work, and I haven't seen you nervous on the first day of school."
BALLS's books are rarely signed, and autographs are even more unheard of.
But this time, a coffee shop opened, and Mr. Dan was actually willing to give away five signed paintings!
Hand drawn on paper and signed!
This is absolutely priceless in the hearts of egg fans.
Sure enough, the comment section was filled with joy.
Some people said, "There are so many prizes and the boss is so generous." Others screamed, "Teacher Dan's signature painting? Am I a vision? Am I in a dream?"
Ruan Cunyun's blood boiled and his heartbeat accelerated as he posted a string of "Ahhh" in the comment area.
Ruan Cunyun excitedly said to Xu Feifei: "I regretted it. Even if tomorrow is the end of the world, I will go to the secret base."
"Haha, I knew it! You are a crazy fan of Mr. Dan." Xu Feifei's prediction was successful, "But I want the figure."
Ruan Cunyun: "Tsk, when I get it, don't grab it from me."
"Then see you at the square fountain at 7:30 tomorrow evening." Xu Feifei said.
As soon as he heard "tomorrow", Ruan Cunyun's face fell again: "I don't want to go to work, I want to fast forward to tomorrow night."
Xu Feifei graduated from the same class as him and started working last month. He can be regarded as half a "senior in the workplace."
Senior Xu taught Ruan Cunyun thoroughly: "When you go to work, you can get money. When you have money, you can live at home with no worries about food and clothing. You can live at home happily with paper people for the rest of your life. How wonderful!"
Ruan Cunyun lowered his eyes: "But I don't want to meet strangers, and I don't want to explain my hobbies to my colleagues."
"Are you stupid? Do you think the company is a dating corner?" Xu Feifei clicked his tongue, "You don't have to explain your personal life to your colleagues, especially when you first start working, just work hard."
"Then what if they talk to me about daily life?" Ruan Cunyun grimaced. He was really not good at dealing with unfamiliar environments. The thought of socializing with a bunch of people made his scalp numb.
"If I say I like reading comics, they will think I'm unreliable."
After all, most people still think comics are equal to short-story books, something only children read.
Xu Feifei: "I'll teach you, if they ask you about your hobbies, just say 'sports, travel, music', and establish your image as a sunny young man who loves life in minutes!"
Ruan Cunyun was taught: "Okay."
Xu Feifei ended with a hopeful tone: "After tomorrow's class, you can go to the two-dimensional paradise tonight, go!" Thinking of this, life seemed to have some hope, and Ruan Cunyun fell asleep peacefully.
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Zhufang Technology is in a building in the Central Business District.
On Monday morning, strange men and women in suits and ties were walking in a hurry, shuttling under tall buildings.
Ruan Cunyun held the briefcase tightly, feeling like a naked bubble. If the wind called work blew, he would burst immediately.
Ruan Cunyun's face was calm and calm, and only he knew how uneasy he felt.
Walking to the company, the HR lady led Ruan Cunyun to complete the entry procedures and took him to the floor where the technical department was located.
The temperament of a company can be seen from its decoration.
There is a large flat floor with bright light, a long tooth-white table, and a thick carpet on the floor. To the right is a glass-door conference room. The electronic screen clearly shows whether anyone has made a reservation.
Generous, precise and sensible.
Ruan Cunyun came to his work station and there were already some people sitting next to him. HR said something to one of the ladies, the two smiled slightly, and HR left.
Ruan Cunyun remembered that this woman was one of his interviewers, named Shen Feiyu.
Should I take the initiative to say hello to my superiors? What should I call you, Ms. Shen? Sister Yu? Wouldn't it look too old to call you that
Ruan Cunyun was struggling with an expressionless expression on his face. Shen Feiyu had already strode over and said emphatically: "Is that Ruan Cunyun? Welcome to Zhufang. I am the person in charge of this project, you can just call me Rain."
The topic started by someone else made Ruan Cunyun feel much more relaxed. He bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Sister Rain."
Shen Feiyu smiled, clapped her hands, and said loudly: "Good morning everyone, let's meet the new people."
A large circle of people gathered together with cheers, and many fresh and friendly eyes fell on Ruan Cunyun. Ruan Cunyun was surrounded in the middle, like a chick surrounded by a group of eagles.
The oppressive feeling made him tighten his clothes.
Ruan Cunyun practiced his self-introduction many times in advance and recited it fairly smoothly.
The others introduced themselves one by one, with many names and new faces. Ruan Cunyun smiled lightly, his mind was blank, and he remembered no one.
"Xiao Ruan, we don't need to wear a full suit." A boy wearing glasses pointed to his short-sleeved shirt, "We are all coders, we don't need to dress so formally."
As expected, Ruan Cunyun found that everyone was wearing casual clothes, but he was the only one who stupidly wore a three-piece suit, and said hurriedly: "Sorry, I will change tomorrow."
It's not yet time to go to work, so everyone continues to chat.
A man asked with a smile: "What does Xiao Ruan usually like to do?"
Sure enough, when asked this question, Ruan Cunyun kept a polite smile and recited the answer Xu Feifei had prepared for him: "Sports, travel, music."
The man clapped his hands: "Hey, I like sports too! What do you like, playing tennis? Playing football? The company has a badminton interest group, do you want to join?"
Ruan Cunyun's smile froze and he was speechless.
His favorite exercise is to take off his shoes, lie flat on the bed, cover himself with a quilt, close his eyes, and breathe.
Fortunately, Sister Rain came to the rescue in time: "It's almost o'clock, let's talk later."
Ruan Cunyun was secretly happy when he heard her say: "How about we go out to eat hot pot tonight? I'm treating you, so you can get to know each other with your new colleagues."
Everyone in the team said OK one after another. Their tradition of welcoming the new year is to go out and have a meal.
A bolt from the blue, Ruan Cunyun's face turned pale.
"Where's Mr. Ruan, are you free tonight?" Sister Rain politely asked for his opinion.
Of course not! He was going to the secret base tonight to win Mr. Dan’s signature! He doesn't want to go out for dinner with a strange colleague! Help!
Ruan Cunyun met their expectant eyes and smiled weakly like a worker: "...Well, I'm free."
Suddenly a cold wind blew behind him, and the colleagues in front of him instantly became more dignified.
Their eyes were neatly focused on the same place behind Ruan Cunyun: "Good morning, Mr. Qin."
Ruan Cunyun turned around, and the neatly tied collar came into view, and the refreshing breath of aftershave washed over his face.
He raised his eyes and saw a man in a crisp suit, his eyes falling on him casually.
Ruan Cunyun had done his homework a long time ago and recognized that this was Qin Fanglu, the co-founder and CTO of Zhufang, but he had only seen online photos, and this was the first time he had seen him in person.
Qin Fanglu himself is taller than expected, and the angle of looking up is just right to see his sharp jawline and the shadow of his Adam's apple. The eyebrows are slender and sharp, the corners of the eyes are pulled down, and the double eyelids are thin and narrow. There is a kind of rationality mixed with fierceness, which is reminiscent of black metal with a cold texture.
The heartbeat that had just calmed down started pounding again, and Ruan Cunyun's mind went blank. This is his immediate boss. Should he introduce himself? What should I say
Qin Fanglu's eyes were indifferent: "Is the air conditioner very cold?"
There was a hint of looseness and hoarseness in the young voice, as if he had just finished a lengthy meeting.
It was a very casual question, but it felt inexplicably oppressive.
Ruan Cunyun's palms were slightly sweaty: "It's not cold."
"You don't usually have to wear a suit."
After Qin Fanglu finished speaking, he looked forward before Ruan Cunyun could speak again, raised his arm and clicked on his watch, and his tone became crisp and clear: "Rain, there are still ten minutes for the meeting, so get ready."
Shen Feiyu responded OK, and everyone else returned to work.
Ruan Cunyun took a moment, looked at Qin Fanglu's arms hanging down, and his eyes widened suddenly.
Under the dial, on the raised wrist bone, there is a small vermilion mole.
The subtle feeling of familiarity made Ruan Cunyun's head numb.
That man also had such a mole on his wrist.
(End of chapter)