The National Federation of Trade Unions of Special Races and People's Organizations, full name of which is the National Federation of Trade Unions of Special Races and People's Organizations, is currently holding a welcome ceremony for new employees in the fall.
The meeting was held in a conference room at a seaside resort hotel. It was said that team building and socializing would begin directly after the welcome party, and new employees would be given a half-day holiday before they started work. This was very much in line with the impulsive working style of this union chairman.
The chairman, who had few hairs on his head, made an impassioned speech on the stage. He divided the three major points into three minor points, and then three micro points. He was making big promises with his mouth. The young sentinels and guides in the audience obviously didn't buy his talk. Only a few people in the front row were still listening attentively, while the rest were either distracted or whispering.
The lower beam was so crooked, and the upper beam wasn't even straight. Behind the chairman sat two rows of union leaders, many of whom looked like they were in a state of panic. One even leaned back in his chair with his arms folded in front of him, dozing off blatantly.
The etiquette lady waiting on the side was a little anxious about the progress of the meeting. She quietly pushed the small door backstage open a little and carefully looked at the situation on the podium. The back of the chairman was shaking constantly because of his sonorous and powerful speech. The director who was dozing off had fallen asleep completely. The etiquette lady retracted her sight and noticed a pure black wheelchair standing nearby. The person in the wheelchair was wearing a white guide suit and dress. Because of the sitting posture, the trouser legs were slightly pulled up, revealing a much thinner ankle than that of an ordinary person, so thin that it could be grasped in one hand.
She was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up, unexpectedly meeting a pair of misty blue eyes. The eyes were not clear or bright, as if covered by a veil, but the eyes were very gentle, and they were not angry at the impolite peeping, but smiled at her brightly.
The etiquette lady lowered her head in shame and quickly closed the door.
On the stage, Xiao Zhenyun silently withdrew his gaze, placed his palm on the handle of the wheelchair, and rubbed it unconsciously with his fingertips, not knowing what he was thinking about.
After the meeting, without waiting for the other directors to leave, a sentry in black jumped onto the podium in two or three steps. Xiao Zhenyun looked back at him and silently noted in his heart:
The male protagonist of the novel, the sentinel, Si Chu.
"Uncle!" The male protagonist stood behind Xiao Zhenyun excitedly, his brown puppy eyes were round and bright, "I'll push your wheelchair. My mother told me to..."
The director who had dozed off also woke up, walked up cheerfully and patted the sentry on the shoulder: "Si Chu, you did well in the graduation exam, just like your brother did in the past."
Hearing the straightforward praise from the union's top brass, the male protagonist Si Chu suddenly had a pair of gray-yellow ears standing up on his head. He was embarrassed but also a little proud: "No, no, I'm still far behind my brother. I only broke five of his nine all-around records..."
At this time, a guide in white came to the stage. He was obviously acquainted with Si Chu and waited quietly by the side. Xiao Zhenyun once again made a mental note:
The second male lead in the novel is the guide, Ye Feiran.
The sleepy director smiled and asked Si Chu, "Is this your guide? Sure, you have found a guide right after graduation?"
"No... He is my brother's fiancée guide and my future sister-in-law." Si Chu said this, but his eyes were teasingly raised at the guide in white, "Right, Ye Feiran?"