As if to retaliate against Ruan Cunyun for enjoying a perfect weekend, next week's work was overwhelming.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with just working. If you have colleagues working together and discussing, you can always achieve the set goals.
The real psychological pressure comes from hosting tasks. As the rehearsal time for the next week gradually approaches, Ruan Cunyun still feels that his ability to respond to situations has not improved at all. This kind of anxiety of not knowing what to do fills him.
It's not that it's difficult to preside over this matter. No one checks it every day, but Ruan Cunyun always feels like there is a stone in his heart, which makes him uncomfortable. He will think about it in the gaps between his work. He can't sleep well at night, and he will think about it from time to time. During Zhou's rehearsal, he was at a loss on stage and performed poorly.
Every time he thinks about it, Ruan Cunyun will sigh involuntarily.
It was already very late when he got home from work every day. Ruan Cunyun took a shower and lay on the bed. He no longer browsed Weibo and read comics leisurely, but instead searched for various "hosts' wonderful saves" and learned how those powerful hosts control the scene. , how to resolve the embarrassment with witty words.
Just seeing is not enough. Ruan Cunyun knows well the truth that a good eye is worth a small amount of money. He watched the videos one by one and imagined how he would respond if a similar situation happened.
In an empty bedroom, Ruan Cunyun practiced in front of the air, imagining that the rows of figures on the cabinet were his audience.
On Tuesday, Lao Yu sent a message in the host's group, saying that leaders would come to see the rehearsal this week, mainly to chat and reward everyone.
Lao Yu said: "It doesn't have to be anything formal, just be energetic and presentable. The leaders don't care how they perform at the annual meeting, they just want to see how this year's young people are doing. So everyone, relax and show yourselves." The best part ha!”
Ruan Cunyun: "There should be improvement~"
While Ruan Cunyun was fetching water, Qin Fanglu blocked the person in the corner of the tea room and turned his body to the side so that no one outside could see him.
Lao Yu: "Are you worried that Mr. Qin will come? It's okay, haha. Mr. Qin is not as strict about literary and artistic activities as he is at work. You can just perform normally."
Ruan Cunyun closed the dialog box, leaned on the swivel chair and closed his eyes for three minutes.
He did not continue to ask further, because Ruan Cunyun's attitude was very firm. He didn't want to tell Qin Fanglu the real reason, so no matter how much questioning he asked, it would be useless.
Thinking of Qin Fanglu's wonderful speech in simple terms at the exhibition, and his confident and happy demeanor at parties and in the crowd, Ruan Cunyun felt uncertain again.
Ruan Cunyun: "Can I ask, do you know which leaders will come?"
Ruan Cunyun has been practicing late these days. Even Xiaobei could see Ruan Cunyun's tiredness and asked him: "Xiaoyun, what's wrong with you? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy."
Qin Fanglu paused, and his voice became gentler: "Did something happen? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Ruan Cunyun always replied to him, "take a shower and go to bed immediately", and then the two said good night to each other.
Not only is it visible, it's very obvious.
Ruan Cunyun tends to think a lot when he is anxious, and the more he thinks, the more anxious he becomes.
Although he stopped asking questions, Qin Fanglu still couldn't completely relax.
Ruan Cunyun repeated: "I'm fine."
"What time have you been sleeping lately?" Qin Fanglu looked at him with a gentle voice.
Ruan Cunyun followed at the end and replied: "Received!"
Although he spent a whole day quietly with Ruan Cunyun at home on his birthday, his leisure life preferences did not represent his work preferences. Will Qin Fanglu still prefer cheerful people? Last time he just tried it on his own terms.
Besides, he and Qin Fanglu now have more than just a superior-subordinate relationship. Ruan Cunyun thought, there is another relationship that he doesn't want to give up.
Lao Yu: "So I want to say hello to you in advance. Thank you for your hard work!"
Ruan Cunyun: "Yes."
Will Qin Fanglu go to the rehearsal? How many people will go in total
Although Lao Yu said that Qin Fanglu didn't care about literary and artistic activities, he was probably just comforting himself.
After a vicious cycle for a while, he made up his mind, isn't it just to host a small game? At most half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. There are still three days left, he
He couldn't do anything more now. He could only send Ruan Cunyun a WeChat message at about 11 o'clock in the evening and ask him "Have you slept?"
Lao Yu: "That's right. During this week's rehearsal, the leaders may want to try some mini-games, so they need a host to warm up the scene, guide them, etc. If there is any accident, they have to deal with it on the spot."
Ruan Cunyun: "It's okay, Brother Yu."
Ruan Cunyun looked up at him and said, "Mr. Qin, I'm fine."
What Xiaobei could see, Qin Fanglu could also see.
Lao Yu poked at Ruan Cunyun's private chat: "Xiao Ruan, are you there?"
I don’t believe that I can’t practice well.
Ruan Cunyun is an adult, and Qin Fanglu believes that he has the ability to solve problems independently. If he self-righteously "helps" Ruan Cunyun, it would be disrespectful to him.
Lu Shan, who wrote the manuscript, also said: "I got it, everyone, cheers!"
Memorize more words and prepare more jokes, so you won't be left in the dark when the time comes, right
Ruan Cunyun replied with a smile, "It's okay."
Because Ruan Cunyun hasn't peeked at himself very much these days, he always looks worried, and he doesn't really smile when he smiles.
Lao Yu: "How are you doing with your training?"
Colleagues responded enthusiastically in the group, expressing their expectations for the leader’s arrival.
Xiaohe was the first to reply: "Wow! What will the leader bring to reward us? Hahaha, look forward to it."
Ruan Cunyun: "Okay."
Qin Fanglu looked at him steadily and said after a while: "Okay."
Lao Yu: "I'm not sure about this. It's said that some of them come randomly from the top management."
He suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette.
Ruan Cunyun was very moved, but there was no need to tell Qin Fanglu about this matter. This was his own challenge.
After sending "good night" to the other party, his night has just begun.
The devil's day has passed for several days. Ruan Cunyun practiced almost all night on Thursday night, just like a poor student cramming before the exam.
Although he was very tired, Ruan Cunyun was very excited when he went to work on Friday. His heart was beating very fast and he was sweating coldly. He could not concentrate on his work and always thought about the rehearsal at noon.
Sister Rain called Ruan Cunyun from a distance: "Xiao Ruan, come over for a meeting!"
Ruan Cunyun felt that Sister Rain's voice came from a very far away place, as if she could not hear it clearly through a layer of veil.
He said "here you come" and stood up from the table. Suddenly his eyes felt blurry, like a broken TV screen. Then his legs went weak and the whole world went backwards rapidly.
Before he could think of anything, Ruan Cunyun lost consciousness.
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The smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, and Ruan Cunyun felt that he had been fainting in a half-dream, and the world was blurry and swaying like the moon in the water. When he woke up completely, he found himself lying in the hospital.
Still feeling a little dizzy, Ruan Cunyun struggled to pick up the last scene remaining in his memory. He seemed to have fainted at his workstation.
There was a circle of heads surrounding the hospital bed. Ruan Cunyun couldn't see clearly. He could only hear Xiaobei's surprised and shrill voice standing out from the crowd: "Xiaoyun is awake, Xiaoyun is awake!"
This level of surprise sounds like saying "I'm giving birth, I'm giving birth! Six pounds and six taels!"
Ruan Cunyun blinked and tried to look at each one.
Xiao Bei was pleasantly surprised and greeted her. Sister Rain breathed a sigh of relief beside her. Even Zhu Han from the next door department came and made witty remarks, similar to "How come your blood sugar makes you fall down even if you don't get down after drinking?"
I looked around and didn't see the person I was thinking of.
My heart suddenly felt empty.
But after Ruan Cunyun thought about it, this was really normal.
Qin Fanglu was so busy, how could he have time to care about a junior employee's irrelevant illness. Ruan Cunyun was already very touched by the presence of so many colleagues from the department.
Ruan Cunyun smiled at everyone with a thin voice: "It's too troublesome for everyone, I'm fine."
"Please give in, please." The nurse came over and asked.
Everyone spread out, "Let the patient's side have air circulation, don't crowd them all here!"
After hearing this, everyone dispersed. The nurse went to the bedside and made a series of notes. She kept mumbling as she wrote, "It's nothing serious. Hypoglycemia and lack of sleep. I've been under a lot of work pressure recently, right? You young people are working hard, but you are still alive." It’s important.”
After Ruan Cunyun finished speaking, the nurse aunt was very angry, pointing to a circle of enthusiastic people next to her and said: "You should also pay attention! Your body, your body comes first! So why are you working hard? It doesn't matter whether you have a life to earn or a life to spend. Take it easy, it’s time to sleep and eat!”
A group of people smiled and thanked the nurse aunt for their concern. Ruan Cunyun felt guilty in the care of the group of people.
He didn't faint from hard work.
It was quite embarrassing to lie on the bed alone and enjoy the care. Ruan Cunyun scratched the corner of the quilt and raised his voice slightly: "I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone. Why don't you all go back first? I'll go back to the company after I'm done."
"You just have a day off today." Sister Rain smiled, "Are you still working?"
Ruan Cunyun shrank into the quilt, still thinking about the rehearsal at noon.
When he thought of this, he felt a little dizzy again.
There were two light knocks on the door of the ward, and the chattering crowd suddenly fell silent and shouted "Mr. Qin."
Ruan Cunyun was even more nervous and muffled under the quilt with a "Hello, Mr. Qin".
Zhu Han muttered: "Mr. Qin, aren't you in a meeting with the boss of our department? Why are you here?"
Qin Fanglu glanced at the hospital bed and said firmly, "It's finished in advance."
This look was cold and fierce, and Ruan Cunyun shuddered, his scalp and spine trembling.
Qin Fanglu glanced at his watch, looked around at everyone, and said, "You're not even going to go to work in the morning, are you?"
Qin Fanglu rarely showed any emotions, but now he was radiating visible displeasure, and the air pressure around him was very low.
Everyone thought that Qin Fanglu was here to catch them for skipping work, and immediately felt that "it is not a good place to stay here for a long time." Everyone left Ruan Cunyun with "Get well soon, Xiaoyun" and ran away in the wind.
Soon there were only two people left in the ward. Ruan Cunyun's eyes were wandering and he didn't dare to look at him. Qin Fanglu stared at Ruan Cunyun expressionlessly for a while, said "wait", turned around and left.
Ruan Cunyun was the only one left in the ward. Qin Fanglu's words made Ruan Cunyun's heart tremble.
Why are you waiting for him? With such a terrifying look, are you going to expel him
Ruan Cunyun felt uneasy and took out his mobile phone to check the time. There were still two hours before the rehearsal started. He was still taking a dialysis injection. It should be too late to rush over after the water was finished.
When things came to a close, Ruan Cunyun was no longer in the mood to hold back, and finally enjoyed his first free time in the ward in several days.
After working day and night for several days, Ruan Cunyun was shocked to realize that he had missed the release of Teacher Dan's new pictures for the first time!
Two days ago, BALLS posted a new picture, and there were so many comments underneath that it already lost its front row seat.
The cat-eared boy curled up and slept in a large suitcase. His short skirt just covered his hips, revealing his slightly fleshy thigh curves. He wears a black collar around his neck and a bell with a bow on his tail, which is a domestic mark that marks someone's ownership.
He sleeps in the suitcase, with his fluffy tail clinging to his body obediently. People can't help but guess whether he was put in, or did he lie in it voluntarily and want to go with his owner
Teacher Dan also performed normally this time. No key parts were exposed in the picture. The overall color tone is sweet pink, but people can feel the layers of astringency in the sweet and innocent appearance.
Ruan Cunyun is holding his mobile phone and licking the screen. Isn't this a work of art
You know, in the past, Teacher Dan only posted pictures without saying anything. He was a cold and ruthless picture-posting machine.
However, unlike any other time, BALLS's Weibo not only has a picture, but also a line of words -
[I want to take you away.]
As expected, in the comment area, apart from the usual screaming chickens, there was also a wave of people gossiping crazily. [I always feel like, egg
The teacher is in trouble! !]
[I bet 50 cents that Teacher Dan will bring us a master wife back (bushi)]
[Teacher Dan’s recent painting style is so sweet. Isn’t she really in love?]
[Who do you want to take away? ! Let me be healthy!]
Ruan Cunyun had a sense of superiority as if he was predicting the future. He smiled across the screen, humph, you bunch of belated humans, I have become Mr. Dan’s exclusive emotional consultant, and you have just discovered her emotional state!
Although the front row is gone, comments and forwarding must be made up for.
Ruan Cunyun commented and forwarded: [Too late QAQ! Cat boy! [Hehe], you dress yourself up so beautifully, do you want to give yourself out as a gift? The flesh of your thighs looks very touchable, and you need to take good care of your tail. Isn’t there nothing under the cat’s skirt? Wear it? Kittens who don't abide by cat ethics will be fired [hehe]. If Teacher Dan successfully falls in love, then I will sit at Fantou’s table!]
This comment quickly disappeared in Teacher Dan's comment area, but after it was forwarded by Ruan Cunyun's trumpet, fans responded quickly.
Was @yamei beaten by Teacher Dan today: [You actually forwarded Teacher Dan’s new picture two days late! I announce that Huya will be expelled from the egg powder membership.]
@偷看看偷女 is my wife: [Yaya, your recent comments have become more and more outrageous. Please tell me honestly who you learned from!]
@亚美他哥: [Today Yamei did not receive a reply from Teacher Dan (1/1)]
@丹师的leg pendant: [You must have no love for Teacher Dan anymore, you won’t even grab the hot comments.]
The other comments didn't matter, but Ruan Cunyun couldn't bear to be told that he had no love for Teacher Dan anymore.
He changed hands and sent a reply to the fourth floor: [Don’t spread rumors. I have been too busy recently to post on Weibo. My love for Teacher Dan will never change.]
[Laughing to death, even if Yamei is nailed in the coffin one day, she will still shout in a decaying voice: I love Teacher Dan!]
[It seems that he knows how to trick Yamei and replied: saying that he doesn’t like Teacher Dan.]
[What’s going on with Yamei lately? Pay attention to rest. If you don’t make any feature films with Hanfu locations, I will divorce you!]
Ruan Cunyun ignored the last part of the last person's sentence and replied to her: "I am very busy at work and have no time to edit pictures."]
As soon as he heard that he had "no time to edit pictures", netizens came from all over to scold him. The scolding was mixed with some concern, but not much.
Ruan Cunyun was quite bored lying on the bed taking injections, and he was quite happy scolding fans through the Internet cable.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and Qin Fanglu knocked on the door of the ward with his fingers.
Ruan Cunyunchuan suddenly put away the smile on his face, flipped his hands and put the phone upside down on the pillow, and obediently closed his eyes to rest.
Qin Fanglu walked in without saying a word and put the big bag he was carrying on the table.
Ruan Cunyun squinted his eyes and saw that it was a takeaway from a Cantonese dim sum restaurant.
Qin Fanglu sat at the table, opened the bags, and put out boxes of exquisite takeout snacks. The fragrance lingered in the room.
Without saying a word from beginning to end, he actually opened the box, took out the chopsticks, and started eating by himself.
Because he was busy with work and practice, Ruan Cunyun had not had a good meal this week. This morning he was even more nervous and could not eat anything, which became one of the causes of his fainting.
Ruan Cunyun was a little more relaxed now, and Ruan Cunyun was so greedy because of the aroma, but Qin Fanglu ate beside him without saying a word, leaving Ruan Cunyun with no steps to go down.
Unable to bear it anymore, Ruan Cunyun opened his eyes and cast a hungry look at Qin Fanglu.
Qin Fanglu said his first words in a long time with a cold tone: "Aren't you pretending to be asleep?"
Ruan Cunyun shrank his neck and told the truth: "I haven't fallen asleep yet."
Huddled in the snow-white bed of the hospital and not daring to move, Ruan Cunyun watched Qin Fanglu eat a shrimp dumpling and then a custard bun, and could only swallow dryly.
Qin Fanglu had no idea and slapped his chopsticks in front of Ruan Cunyun fiercely: "Why don't you come and eat!"
"oh!"
The table was adjusted to a suitable position for sitting on the bed. Ruan Cunyun turned over and sat on the edge of the bed. Fortunately, the IV was applied to his left hand, which did not affect his ability to do it.
meal.
The snacks were delicious, but neither of them spoke.
At first Ruan Cunyun concentrated on eating, but gradually realized that something was wrong in the atmosphere because Qin Fanglu was extremely reticent.
"Mr. Qin, have some osmanthus cake." Ruan Cunyun diligently put the osmanthus cake into Qin Fanglu's bowl, and Qin Fanglu ate it with his mouth still tightened.
"Mr. Qin, try this bean curd roll." Ruan Cunyun continued, while Qin Fanglu continued to eat in silence.
Ruan Cunyun sneered, looked up at the half bottle of drip left, and continued to pick up a quicksand bag: "Mr. Qin..."
"What time do you go to bed every night?" Qin Fanglu suddenly asked in a straight tone.
Ruan Cunyun silently put the quicksand bag into Qin Fanglu's bowl and lowered his eyes: "One or two o'clock..."
Qin Fanglu gently put down his chopsticks and looked at him quietly.
Ruan Cunyun closed his eyes in despair: "About three or four o'clock..."
"Don't you say good night to me at twelve o'clock every day?"
Qin Fanglu's tone was calm, but it made people breathless.
"I've been working on other things for a while." Ruan Cunyun's voice was too soft to be softer.
Qin Fanglu asked: "Is it more important than the body?"
"I thought I could handle it."
Ruan Cunyun raised his head and took a look at the drip. It was all gone. It sounded like an alarm bell and made his whole body tense up again.
He had to rush back to the company to prepare for the rehearsal, and there were still a few connecting words to review.
Ruan Cunyun swallowed the shrimp dumplings wholeheartedly, but Qin Fanglu pressed the nurse bell before him.
"...Thank you, Mr. Qin."
After the nurse pulled out the needle for him, Ruan Cunyun quickly started picking up the leftovers, as if there was a whip behind him.
He politely asked his boss for his opinion: "Mr. Qin, have you finished eating? Shall we go back to the company now?"
Qin Fanglu couldn't believe it: "You want to go back to the company?"
Ruan Cunyun braced himself and explained: "I have something to do later, and the leader wants to go see it."
Qin Fanglu looked up at him and said coldly: "What's the matter? Which leader?"
He couldn't answer this, because Ruan Cunyun's largest direct leader was sitting in front of him at the moment, looking at him.
Having no choice, Ruan Cunyun sat back on the hospital bed, his right hand unconsciously groping for the tape left behind after the injection on the back of his left hand.
He could only tell the truth: "The host of the annual meeting is rehearsing at noon. I was notified that some leaders will watch it and we must be there."
Qin Fanglu looked at him: "So you stayed up until three or four o'clock practicing hosting?"
The tone was very gentle, and he didn't look surprised at all.
Ruan Cunyun couldn't deny it no matter what he said.
"Yes… "
Qin Fanglu paused for a long time without speaking, and then said: "You are sick today, the company has given you a day off, and any teams related to you have been notified, so there is no need to rush back."
Ruan Cunyun blinked, his shoulders suddenly relaxed, his heart that had been beating rapidly slowly dropped, and the whip that was whipping him behind him disappeared briefly.
Qin Fanglu frowned slightly: "Ruan Cunyun, do you enjoy practicing as a host?"
"I'm just not very good at it." Ruan Cunyun frowned, "I have no experience in this area before, but now I have received this task, so I want to try to challenge myself. I know that as long as I practice hard, I can definitely do it."
"I just want to know," Qin Fanglu looked at him gently, "Are you happy when you practice hosting?"
Ruan Cunyun was washed away by Qin Fanglu's direct and intense gaze. Under such gaze, he could not tell a lie.
He said very slowly: "Unhappy... Every second of standing on the stage is torture. Every second I want to... end it immediately."
The last sound was swallowed in his throat, Ruan Cunyun turned his head to the side, and his hanging bangs covered his eyes.
In front of Qin Fanglu, he could not help but reveal his true feelings, family, character, and difficulties. Ruan Cunyun was always coerced by Qin Fanglu's strong tolerance, allowing him to open up without any scruples.
"Why didn't you refuse at that time?" Qin Fanglu asked, "When I just received this mission."
"Brother Yu... and everyone
, all like people who can speak well. but I am not. I think this is also a kind of ability. As long as I practice more, I can be like them... like you, calmly controlling the scene in the center of the stage and delivering witty remarks. "
Ruan Cunyun held his head with one hand and turned his back to Qin Fanglu, making his expression unclear.
"Everyone likes Ruan Cunyun's sunshine and cheerfulness, but I don't have any of them. I don't dare to chat with strangers. I have to struggle for ten minutes to say a word. My palms are all sweaty. I can't say toasts, can't perform talent shows, and can't stand on stage. Not someone you would like."
Qin Fanglu impulsively pulled him over and held his cold wrist: "Who said you have to be on stage? There are many kinds of people, and not everyone has to stand on stage."
"The world always pays more attention to people with outgoing personalities, but that doesn't mean those who are silent have no value."
"...I know the truth." Ruan Cunyun's voice was a little trembling, "But I still want to try to change myself."
"Why change?" Qin Fanglu slowly rubbed the back of his head, "You are already very good. Hosting has nothing to do with work, and it has nothing to do with ability. Don't force yourself to do things that make you unhappy."
Ruan Cunyun closed his eyes and felt the strength of Qin Fanglu's palm: "Because I feel that you still prefer people with cheerful personalities..."
"Where did you know that? It was written on the company's official website." Qin Fanglu was speechless and did not forget to make a little joke.
"Honestly, I prefer a quiet one that can stay at home with me on weekends without going out."
Ruan Cunyun turned around in surprise, and his side face happened to touch the palm of Qin Fanglu's hand before he could take it back.
"Really? I thought you celebrated your birthday at home just to accommodate an autistic child like me."
Qin Fanglu took advantage of the situation and pinched his face gently.
"You think too much. Can you stop thinking so much? I really like to stay at home. It's absolutely true. Don't doubt it."
"oh… "
Ruan Cunyun frowned: "Then why are you so immersed in playing at the water disco party and having fun chatting with other people? I thought you liked social activities."
“…”
Qin Fanglu looked out the window, speechless and choked.
"What's wrong?" Ruan Cunyun frowned deeper.
"I think you are such a fool." Qin Fanglu sighed and stared at Ruan Cunyun with hatred -
"That's all because I'm with you."
(End of chapter)