Tao Zhiyue got up with difficulty, brushed his teeth and ate like a sleepwalker, then floated into the company like a ghost, not knowing what he was doing the whole morning.
Fortunately, a game version update was just completed yesterday, so I can take a break for the next few days. The planners have not submitted any requirements for the time being, so Tao Zhiyue can slack off with a clear conscience.
Tao Zhiyue had already forgotten what he talked about with the HR guy last night. It was basically about each other giving each other the "nice guy" card. Anyway, they had a simple understanding of each other to facilitate subsequent communication, Tao Zhiyue comforted himself.
After lunch, Tao Zhiyue took a nap on the table and became a little more conscious.
He took out his cell phone, opened pp, and scrolled up the chat history of last night. He found that the man disappeared while he was talking, leaving only HR brother talking to himself.
Tao Zhiyue felt a little embarrassed, so he took the initiative to send a message.
[Tao: Good afternoon. I accidentally fell asleep yesterday, I didn’t mean to not reply.]
[Tao: I get off work at six o'clock every day, have dinner at eight o'clock, and go to bed at ten thirty. If it is convenient for you, we can communicate between eight and ten in the evening.]
Tao Zhiyue waited for a while, but there was no reply from the other party, probably he was busy.
He ignored it and opened the Little Green Bird IT Technology Exchange Community to see what hot topics there were recently.
He was so focused on the screen that he didn't notice a figure flashed past behind him.
Tao Zhiyue's nickname in the Little Green Bird community is also Tao. He occasionally posts some technical discussions and occasionally responds to other people's help posts.
Because every time he replied, the content of his reply was to the point, the solutions he gave were concise and practical, and he did not have the airs of a great god and was very patient in answering a variety of questions, he gradually gained a lot of fans in the community.
Now every time he posts, there will be a group of people taking photos and checking in, so unless there are technical problems that bother him, he rarely speaks up and just quietly becomes a lurker.
But the list of online members will be displayed at the bottom of the community. Most people may not pay attention to it, but some people who want to get him to work on a project together have been paying attention to him persistently.
One of the best among them even wrote a small program, which would display a screen full of red text on all his electronic devices as soon as he went online.
A minute later, Tao Zhiyue indeed received a new private message.
[gua: Ah!! Taotao, you are here!! You have not been online for seven days, eight hours and three minutes!!]
[Tao: … ]
[Tao: Hello, quack.]
[gua: You haven't been online for so long. Are you too busy with work? Are you being exploited by your black-hearted boss?]
[gua: Why not quit your job and come work for me! Afternoon tea at Sunshine Villa, the boss is handsome and obedient, and you will get free shares when you join the company/Rose/Rose/Rose]
Tao Zhiyue was amused by him. Gua was a programmer he met when he posted before. The two of them had a lot in common when discussing technical issues. Tao Zhiyue happened to have done some research in the direction that Gua was interested in in his previous life. As a result, Gua regarded him as a close friend and always wanted to drag him to work on projects together.
The company he's working for now is really a waste of talent for Tao Zhiyue. The games they make are relatively simple. They are mostly reskinned games with established systems and are not challenging at all.
But this is also the result of Tao Zhiyue's careful selection. He learned from the lesson of his previous company being favored by the Huo family, so he chose this small company whose future development direction has absolutely no characteristics and innovations.
[Tao: Although I am touched by your persistence, you know my answer.]
[gua: No!! I just got rejected when I confessed to a girl yesterday, just take it as comforting me, don’t reject this poor guagua againqaq]
[Tao: …My condolences.]
[Tao: Then, I still have to ask, can the company not raise funds within two years? As a veteran, can I not have contact with anyone other than the company's employees? Or, can I always work remotely and not show up in my real identity?]
Tao Zhiyue is a very responsible person. When the company where he makes a living is noticed by the Huo family, he can resign without any burden.
But if the company he co-founded has a great opportunity to cooperate with the Huo family, he cannot block it because of his own selfishness. This is unfair to those who fight side by side with him, even if this opportunity may have come because of him.
[gua: Ahhh why are you so against money! ]
[gua: Why!! Why is there such a weird request! Even if it’s social phobia, it’s too exaggerated!!!]
[gua: To be honest, you hate the rich, and you can't control your evil hands when you see the capital father! ]
[Tao: No... I'm just vengeful.]
[gua:? Hatred? Is this a name for a superstitious activity?]
[Tao: You won’t understand.]
[Tao: I am under pressure that shouldn’t be felt at this age.jpg]
Huo Ran, who had just woken up, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose, stretched comfortably, and then nestled motionless in the soft quilt, recalling last night's beautiful dream.
Ever since being pursued crazily by a group of male friends, Huo Ran hasn't had such a good sleep for a long time.
During this month, whenever he arrived at the company, he would always see someone holding flowers waiting for him in the reception room, and when he went into the office, he would see the assistant's blushing face.
He skipped work yesterday and stayed at home all day, but someone came to his house in the middle of the night and wanted to throw himself into his arms. Huo Ran, who had never seen such a scene, was almost scared to death.
And it wasn't just like this when he was awake. Every night he lay in bed, tossing and turning in worry, unable to fall asleep. When he finally fell asleep, he would dream of a man he didn't know being very affectionate with him. He was so startled that he woke up with a somersault.
Huo Ran, whose body and mind were devastated, became increasingly haggard, so he confided his tragic experience to his best childhood friend, hoping to find a solution.
After a long silence, my childhood friend asked quietly, "Will you be with one of them?"
Huo Ran: "Of course not! I don't like men!!"
Childhood friend: "So you won't consider me either, right?"
Huo Ran:
Huo Ran: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Therefore, Huo Ran never dared to mention these things to his acquaintances again, for fear of accidentally revealing some long-buried secret.
After much thought, Huo Ran decided to seek help from the mysterious world of the Internet. He opened the search engine and solemnly typed in "What to do if being pursued by someone of the same sex".
Then he met Director Tao of the Seventh Mental Hospital of Jinbei City, a kind and considerate doctor.
Huo Ran originally wanted to tell Dr. Tao his name, occupation and living environment in detail. Although he had never searched for a doctor online, a psychiatrist in real life should need to understand the patient's true situation.
However, Dr. Tao was kind enough to tell him that he should not reveal his real identity information online. Huo Ran thought about it and deleted the self-introduction he had already written.
He should respect what Dr. Tao said. Perhaps this is the special feature of online medical treatment.
Huo Ran was very unfamiliar with the online world, so he was cautious and respectful.
He talked with Dr. Tao until very late last night, complaining about his fearful life and praising Dr. Tao madly for his selfless dedication, but Dr. Tao did not respond later.
… I don’t know if Dr. Tao is annoyed with him.
Huo Ran was a little worried, so he quickly got up, put on his clothes, ran to the study, turned on the computer, and logged into the pp.
Although his antique keypad phone could also download pp, the screen was very small and the operation was inconvenient, so it was not possible to chat normally. Huo Ran had never used it.
In his eyes, mobile phones are used to make calls and send text messages.
There are unread messages from Dr. Tao on pp.
[Tao: Good afternoon. I accidentally fell asleep yesterday. I didn’t mean to not reply.]
[Tao: I get off work at six o'clock every day, have dinner at eight o'clock, and go to bed at ten thirty. If it is convenient for you, we can communicate between eight and ten o'clock in the evening.]
Long after the boy in the mask left, Huo Ran sat there in a daze.
He felt as if he was thinking about a lot of things, but also as if he was thinking about nothing.
My head became a tangled mess of wool, dysfunctional and illogical, with only a few images flashing through my mind over and over again.
There were crowds of strangers around, chaotic words and voices buzzing in his ears, but Huo Ran saw that pair of clear and bright eyes at a glance, and there was only silence besides.
When I saw the boy again, he was holding a thick notebook, carefully recording what he saw and felt. Occasionally, he looked up at the producer who was speaking passionately at the booth, with a burning light flashing in his eyes.
They made the same expression in the game at the same time, and then looked up at each other at the same time. Then the other person suddenly opened his beautiful eyes, and the headphones slipped off, revealing his red ears.
He filled out the questionnaire very attentively, frowning slightly as he thought, and writing beautifully. Huo Ran sat beside him, as if enveloped by a peaceful force, and silently read for a long time.
Finally, he took the medicine box that was handed to him and said thank you and goodbye with a dull expression.
After Huo Ran watched him leave, he remained in the same posture, motionless, until now.
Huo Ran had never seen himself like this before.
He reached out and touched his hot cheek, forcing himself to regain some rationality and trying to judge the current situation.
After thinking for a while, Huo Ran called out to the staff who were standing by and dared not make any movement.
His tone was firm: "Is the air conditioning temperature in this venue too high? It's a bit hot."
The staff member who felt that he had not enough clothes to wear after dark:…
"Is that so?" The staff member tried to smile affirmatively, "Now that you mention it, I think I feel a little hot, too."
Huo Ran breathed a sigh of relief. "Then turn it down a bit. It's too stuffy. I feel a little suffocated."
"Okay, I'll adjust it right away." The experienced staff member maintained a very professional smile. "Should we send you the video we recorded for you directly, or do you need us to do any post-processing?"
"Just give me the memory card." Huo Ran stood up and prepared to leave. "Thank you for your hard work today."
He took the memory card in a small box and left the exhibition center. Jiang Nansheng had already prepared a car and was waiting for him at the door.
After getting into the spacious luxury car, Huo Ran rolled down the window. The gentle breeze blew in, finally awakening him to some senses.
He remained silent for a long time. The car was unusually quiet. Jiang Nansheng, who was blushing habitually in the passenger seat, did not dare to speak rashly. He only occasionally glanced at Huo Ran's reflection in the rearview mirror.
Huo Ran noticed his gaze, but this time he was not bothered by the other person's blushing habit as usual.
He was thinking about another question.
Will the boy’s face under the mask turn as red as his ears
Although he didn't see his face, Huo Ran seemed to be able to imagine the other person's nervous and confused expression.
… No, why did he think of that boy again
Huo Ran was a little annoyed. He felt like he couldn't control his mind today.
An unread message from Huo Sihan was quietly displayed on the phone.
[Darunfa Killing Fish for Ten Years: Did My Dear Brother Play the War of the Roses?]
[RT-Mart Kills Fish for Ten Years: Sending Love.jpg]
[Darunfa Killing Fish for Ten Years: Did any new girls approach you in the afternoon? Are there any beautiful girls who left a deep impression on you!]
Speaking of being impressed...
Forget it. Huo Ran, feeling a little guilty, forced himself to stop thinking.
He decided to change his perspective and think calmly about why his condition had become so strange.