Ruan Cunyun has been working for almost two weeks. Because of his outstanding performance, the tasks on hand are no longer basic and mindless work, but require him to learn new knowledge.
Ruan Cunyun gladly accepted it and was willing to do anything as long as there were no annoying social activities on weekends.
Returning home in a happy Friday mood, Ruan Cunyun ordered a takeaway of fried chicken and a Coke, turned on the big screen, and watched the new anime guide with great comfort.
Ruan Cunyun was busy multitasking on his phone when he saw that Teacher Dan had posted a new Weibo post!
@BALLS: [Live broadcast at 10pm tonight. ]
Wow!
There was still frying oil on Ruan Cunyun's hands, but he still stubbornly used his clean little finger to poke at the screen to reply.
@BALLS teacher cured my penis tail: [Squat!!! Ah, I can see the gods descending to earth again! Teacher, are you turning on the camera today? _(:3」∠)_ (You are dreaming)]
Ruan Cunyun soon received several replies.
[Did you buy a house in Teacher Dan’s comment section? How long has it been since you last posted on your main account? Can you spare some time to be perfunctory to your own fans? ? ? ]
[When will Mr. Dan's previous art collection be on sale again?! I didn't get it last time! ! ]
Lots of replies, but no BALLS.
BALLS hasn't had a live broadcast for a while, which is normal because Teacher Dan starts the live broadcast based on his mood and the time is very random.
As usual, a few bold and capitalized words appeared on the bulletin board.
The more mysterious she is, the more people speculate about what the person behind the screen looks like, how old is she, and what she does.
Of course, this is just a random guess. The most important thing for an artist is her work, and the rest doesn't matter.
It's normal, I'm used to it.
This life is so comfortable just thinking about it.
Although her account is not very warm, the things she draws are always vivid and colorful.
At exactly nine o'clock, the live broadcast room interface flashed and a blank canvas interface appeared.
[23333, Mr. Dan really doesn’t lack money. ]
Ruan Cunyun's barrage also blended silently into the tide of barrage.
[Those who send gifts will be blocked.]
[Good evening, Egg Rolls!!]
[Counting bacteria: This is the 1223rd day that Yamei has not waited for Teacher Dan’s reply.]
[Ya, tell daddy, when are you going live? When are you going live? Teacher Dan is already live streaming, why aren't you live streaming yet! ]
Her live broadcast room is as simple as her account, with no camera, no microphone, and even no background music. Only the drawing software interface is displayed on the screen.
The barrage of comments surged.
[Watch God's hand painting quietly]
[What are you going to draw today? Can you draw something like that? That, that. ]
As time slowly approached nine o'clock, Ruan Cunyun squatted quietly in Teacher Dan's live broadcast room.
Ruan Cunyun was too lazy to reply. He was in a very excited mood. He quickly finished the unfinished fried chicken and ordered a cup of milk tea so that he could drink it while watching Teacher Dan's live broadcast in the evening.
[Other anchors: "Thank you XXX for the gift!" Teacher Dan: (shoots)]
This is the old rule of BALLS. Audiences watching the live broadcast can post comments and chat, but they cannot send her gifts.
Probably because she didn't turn on the microphone, didn't thank the fans for the gifts, and didn't want to accept the money.
There was one time when Ruan Cunyun was so engrossed in watching a live broadcast that he excitedly clicked on a gift worth 100 yuan, but was immediately blocked by the live broadcast room.
Ten minutes later he received a private message informing him of a refund, and Ruan Cunyun had to re-register for a live streaming platform account.
This feeling of being blocked by the teacher you like is so damn fascinating.
Teacher Dan started to draft, and the first round of guessing on "What to draw today" began on the bullet screen. Ruan Cunyun was betting with other viewers with great interest, and his phone suddenly vibrated.
—It must be Xu Feifei. Probably no one is playing games with him late at night.
However, the words "Sister Rain" scared Ruan Cunyun to death. Why was his leader calling him so late at night
Social phobia is most afraid of answering the phone. Ruan Cunyun took a deep breath and answered the phone before the other party lost patience, and said respectfully: "Good evening, Sister Rain, what can I do for you?"
Sister Rain's voice was anxious: "It's like this, a client suddenly needs a contract, but my daughter is sick and her father is on a business trip, so I can't leave. Could you please go to the company to get the contract and mail it out tomorrow morning? I will help you calculate the overtime pay, it's really troublesome."
Ruan Cunyun said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I'll go get it now and let you know when it's sent tomorrow. Don't worry."
Sister Rain breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you so much, I'll send you the client's address later."
Ruan Cunyun asked an important question: "Is the company locked now? Do I need to find an administrator?"
Sister Rain said, "Boss Qin sometimes works overtime until very late, so the doors to the Technology Department floors are not locked. You can just swipe your card and go in."
Ruan Cunyun nodded: "Okay, I understand. I hope your daughter will recover soon."
Sister Rain thanked me with a smile and hung up the phone.
In the world of office workers, work comes so unexpectedly.
Ruan Cunyun is the newest rookie, so it's understandable that everyone turns to him for help when they need anything.
Anyway, he could watch Teacher Dan’s live broadcast on the road, so Ruan Cunyun didn’t think it was too much trouble. He picked up the unopened milk tea and set off.
Ruan Cunyun was sitting on the subway watching Teacher Dan’s live broadcast, enjoying the conversation.
When we arrived at the company, we found that the Technology Department was not closed as Sister Rain had said. Half of the lights in the office area were on, and the entire floor was empty.
Ruan Cunyun walked closer to the desk while watching the live broadcast. His perspective changed and he suddenly caught a glimpse of another figure out of the corner of his eye.
President Qin is still here!
Ruan Cunyun was startled and quickly put the phone into his trouser pocket.
Qin Fanglu was leaning slouched in his swivel chair, his head down, concentrating on writing something.
Help! Mr. Qin is really busy and even worked until late at night on Friday. He is indeed an outstanding young entrepreneur!
Ruan Cunyun prostrated himself.
Ruan Cunyun made a lot of noise when flipping through the documents, so Qin Fanglu still noticed him.
Qin Fanglu was wearing a pair of black thin-framed glasses, which made him look much younger, like the taciturn academic idol in his high school class.
He seemed to be still immersed in his work; the lenses dimmed the sharpness of his eyes and the semi-dark light softened the outline of his figure.
There was a trace of inquiry in Qin Fanglu's eyes. Ruan Cunyun's throat paused slightly, and he took the initiative to explain: "I'm here to get some documents for Sister Rain."
"Yeah." Qin Fanglu nodded lazily in response, his voice in a low throat.
Ruan Cunyun's scalp tingled, partly because of nervousness and partly because Qin Fanglu in front of him felt unfamiliar.
Qin Fanglu was feeling pleasantly lazy.
Casual, lazy, sated, like some large cat eating in its den, with no regard for anything else.
There are some subtle differences from his usual meticulous elite image. It is hard to say where the difference is, but the temperament is somewhat different.
Could it be that Mr. Qin had mutated? Like a parasitic beast, he would suddenly attack him.
Ruan Cunyun shrank his neck and quickened his pace to look for the documents. He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
found it!
Ruan Cunyun was so happy that he picked up the documents and wanted to run away.
"Ruan Cunyun, come here."
The devil's deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Ruan Cunyun froze, turned slowly, and moved towards Qin Fanglu resignedly.
Mr. Qin wouldn't grab him and kill him, would he
No, no, no, let's be realistic... Mr. Qin wouldn't want him to work overtime with him so late at night, would he
(End of this chapter)