There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and the same goes for the pen. The same article written by an author, some people think the writing is good, some think it is not good.
Xu Chuanchuan has secretly written online novels for so many years, and his grades are not top-notch, but they are quite satisfactory. Therefore, when evaluating her writing, she can confidently say "OK".
Hearing that Murong Shi asked her to write something, she was overjoyed. But she never imagined that Murong Shi would make such excessive demands on her!
If you are not living in the era of "Cultural Revolution", what kind of praise should you write
Xu Chuanchuan regretted her bowels so much that she temporarily made up a set of rhetoric in her heart, such as: "I said something wrong just now, my writing is not good at all, and I always got low grades in my composition when I was in school"... etc. of.
But she dared not say it.
She felt that Murong Shi must have been impatient to listen to her nonsense, so she might have gotten anxious and added a few thousand words to her.
Xu Chuanchuan could only smash her teeth and swallow it in her stomach. She bit her lower lip and summoned the courage to ask, "Can I know why?"
Murong Shi tapped the table with her index finger, and said loudly, "I can't."
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
In fact, I want to ask: "Do other people have to accept this kind of punishment like me?"
But Xu Chuanchuan flinched when she met Murong Shi's calm phoenix eyes.
If you can't protect yourself, how can you manage others
She felt so wronged in her heart, but when she thought about the Weibo she deleted that day, Xu Chuanchuan felt that she deserved such a "punishment".
She buried her head lower and lower, her voice muffled: "I see. Then... If there is nothing else, can I go out?"
Murong Shi nodded.
After being "pardoned", Xu Chuanchuan left the office as if she had fled. She clenched her fists frantically, wishing she could slam her head against the wall.
A few minutes ago, she was still worried about whether she would be fired, but now, she can't wait to resign and leave immediately.
She seriously doubted that the water that Murong Shi had just drank was poured directly into her brain, otherwise how could she make such a "perverted" decision
Of course, if he resigned for this trivial matter, Xu Chuanchuan felt that he was too useless. She went to the pantry, filled herself with water, burped her full stomach, wiped the water overflowing from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and said to herself secretly, "Just write, who's afraid of who?"
Regardless of her writing style for the time being, she has already written millions of words of online novels, not less than a thousand words.
Praise praise, is not afraid of flattery? Okay, when she comes with a 360 degree fancy compliment, the cowhide will be blown to the sky by her!
With a bloated stomach, Xu Chuanchuan returned to the office with his head held high.
Murong Shi gave her a five-day deadline, which was enough, she would write when she got off work.
It was easy to think, but when she turned on the computer, faced the document, and touched the familiar keyboard with her fingers, she found that she couldn't type a word.
This was written for Murong Shi. For someone like her, who is uncertain, can she just praise her? In case of flattery lying on the thigh...
No, no, don't scribble.
After hesitating, Xu Chuanchuan put the document aside, clicked the QQ icon in the lower right corner, and found An Ji.
Xu Chuanchuan: "Little sacrifice, save my life, I'm going to die [cry] [cry]"
Anji: "What's wrong?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Something happened [cry] [cry]"
Anji: "What's the big deal, don't scare me!"
Xu Chuanchuan: "Our boss daughter asked me to write her a thousand-word article praising her. Why do you think she is so perverted? [cry] [cry]"
Anji: "What is it? Praise her?"
Xu Chuanchuan flexed his fingers on the keyboard, and spent a few minutes telling An Ji in detail what happened in the office today.
Xu Chuanchuan: "I've never spoken ill of her in the office. I don't even dare to listen to her gossip. Why do you think I'm so unlucky to be targeted by her?"
Anji: "This shows that you are destined."
Xu Chuanchuan: "What did you say?"
Anji: "Haha, just kidding."
Xu Chuanchuan: "I'm burning my eyebrows, you're still in the mood to joke! [Big knife] [Big knife]"
Threats are still useful, and An Ji immediately changed his tone: "If you want me to tell you, you shouldn't tell the truth in the first place. She asked you if you spoke ill of her behind her back, so why don't you admit it? Anyway, you posted it on Weibo. The content of the book is not named, and it is impossible for her to see it, what are you afraid of?"
Xu Chuanchuan also understood the truth, but there were only two of them in the office at that time, the atmosphere was weird, and Murong Shi's eyes were cold and sharp. She had an intuition that if she lied, she would definitely be seen through by Murong Shi.
And she was not good at lying since she was a child, so she can only admit it honestly...
Xu Chuanchuan: "Then what do you think I should do now? Do you really want me to write an article touting her?"
An Ji: "Blow! You also said that her character is elusive, since it's useless if you think too much, you won't know her true thoughts anyway, so you can only do as she says. Sigh [stands hands]"
Xu Chuanchuan found that as long as he found Anji, all his troubles were gone. She stretched, took out her mobile phone, and dug out the picture of Murong Shi that she had taken secretly from the photo album.
She doesn't know Murong Shi, so she can't boast anything meaningful, she can only do "superficial work".
Using the phone as a photo frame and standing in front of the computer screen, she held her cheeks and looked at Murong Shi's profile seriously, without letting go of a single strand of hair. After looking at it for three minutes, she began to type the first line .
"Miss Murong, has anyone ever complimented you on your beauty? There must be, and I can guarantee that there will be countless people complimenting you..."
It took Xu Chuanchuan less than an hour to write, which can be said to be extremely fast compared to her usual speed of coding.
After habitually writing it, I have to make some revisions. Xu Chuanchuan pulled the mouse to the front of the document, and only read the first paragraph at the beginning, and he had the urge to point X.
puff-
Is this really what she wrote? Why is she nauseous...
I don't know if I don't try it. It turns out that it's so hard to flatter you. You need to be thick-skinned and praise just right. This is not something ordinary people do at all!
Xu Chuanchuan knew that she was just a mortal, and she consciously couldn't do the same thing. When she endured the discomfort and read the thousand-word compliments she wrote, she knew that this article was useless.
But it doesn't matter!
She praised what she deserved, and she praised what she deserved. She did everything according to Murong Shi's requirements, even if she wrote a little, ahem... but she couldn't fault it.
It wasn't written for myself anyway, and I can't even feel disgusted by myself.
Xu Chuanchuan checked it twice to make sure that there were no typos or wrong sentences. She saved the document and sent it to her work mailbox first, then turned off the computer and went to take a shower.
Before going to bed, Xu Chuanchuan chatted with the readers in the group for a while. Swiping on Weibo, she suddenly remembered the previous warning that "a girl's feelings are always poems" to her. With a thought, she clicked on the familiar blue avatar in the private message list and left a message for the other party.
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "Sister, do you still know fortune-telling? Let me tell you, I was really called by our boss' daughter to the office for interrogation today, and she was forced to ask me about the bad things I said about her behind my back [grievances] ]”
Xu Chuanchuan didn't expect the other party to respond immediately, but he didn't expect the other party to be online.
A girl's feelings are always poems: "I was scolded?"
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "That's not true, but it's scarier than swearing..."
A girl's feelings are always poems: "Let me figure it out, won't you be punished?"
Xu Chuanchuan was so excited that he almost jumped out of the bed.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "You are amazing!!! She punished me to write her a thousand-word article praising her..."
A girl's feelings are always poems: "You seem to be aggrieved."
Loves to eat Mala Tang: "It's alright... I'm just a little upset."
A girl's feelings are always poems: "Then you should hold it back, lest she ask you to write 10,000 words."
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Don't scare me [horrified]"
Murong Shi flipped through the emoji packs for a long time and clicked on one of them.
Girls' feelings are always poems: "If you don't believe me, you can try [pick nose]"
Xu Chuanchuan was a little stunned holding the phone. Why did she feel that this sentence seemed like a threat
But the other party has no reason to threaten her...
Forget it, there are differences of opinion about literal things, just one sentence. Why did she get into that bullshit? Maybe they were just kindly reminding her.
Love to eat Mala Tang: "Since you are so amazing, can you help me calculate whether I will be lucky tomorrow [please]"
A girl's feelings are always poems: "Do you really take me as a fortune teller?"
Xu Chuanchuan: "..."
Xu Chuanchuan did not dare to take over.
How can today's local tyrant readers be so arrogant
In the next few days, in order to avoid Murong Shi, Xu Chuanchuan resolutely left the office as a last resort. It can be regarded as a blessing from God, and she really never met her once.
On Friday, five minutes before get off work, and seeing that the deadline was approaching, Xu Chuanchuan secretly sent the thousand-word document he had written earlier to Murong Shi through his work mailbox.
You're done!
Xu Chuanchuan sorted out the things on the desk and waited to get off work. At this moment, the landline phone on the desk rang.
Xu Chuanchuan stretched out his hand to grab the receiver, caught a glimpse of the number on the caller ID, and his expression changed suddenly.
If I remember correctly, this is the general manager's internal phone number...
Afraid of what to come.
God, how long will she be tortured!