Help, I've become a paper man

From discussion to argument, the situation developed rapidly and bizarrely, until finally, Yan Changyue suggested: provide copies of the drawings, if there is a great need for research, you can choose a part and take it away for mutual research.

He also asked those who received the drawings to submit their research results and their own opinions at the next meeting.

The camp will take action based on the final results.

Although some people are still dissatisfied, Yan Changyue has already made the decision at this point, and will hardly change her mind unless there are too many problems.

The meeting ends here. Those who need to get the drawings should go and get them, and those who need to go to work should go to work first. As for the others?

Of course, I will follow the crowd and leave this place first, and then consider other things.

If nothing unexpected happened, Song Yi would also be one of them, but Yan Changyue turned around and called out his name at this moment.

Everyone's movements paused, and they immediately turned sideways, following Yan Changyue's gaze and looking towards Song Yi's position. The person being stared at let out a long breath as he was called out.

You don't have to guess to know that Yan Changyue did it on purpose.

"What's the matter?" Song Yi asked.

Yan Changyue put down her pen and replied with a smile: "You just came back and haven't arranged any work yet. If you have time later, can you come to my office?"

It's obviously an invitation!

Song Yi agreed readily, and then he sensed something wrong in those looks, but it was too late.

The pairs of curious little ears pricked up even more obviously at this sentence, but because Yan Changyue was there, no matter how many questions they had, they could only look away and leave the meeting room first.

Song Yi felt something was wrong and did not go out. He stepped back two steps to the side, making way for passage, and stood in the room waiting.

Those who went out first, seeing his actions, sighed in unison, and seeing that there was no gossip to read, they had no choice but to leave.

Song Yi, however, was just the opposite. He secretly rejoiced at his choice, and in the following time, he admired the idea of ​​"staying" countless times.

Because he didn't go out, everyone was embarrassed to ask directly because Yan Changyue was there.

But when passing by him, I would still look at him a few more times, and the looks I gave him were not necessarily friendly, but they were full of curiosity.

Song Yi also felt helpless and asked loudly: "I have time, but how long will you be busy?"

How long will he stand here and be watched?

Song Yi did not say this sentence, but its meaning has been expressed.

Some people who wanted to get the drawings but were still stranded came to their senses after hearing his question, and after looking at each other, they quickly understood.

They just realized once again that Yan Changyue had a date and was no longer the single guy who could immerse himself in work day and night.

Don't hang around and talk for too long.

For a moment, there was a continuous sound of farewells. Some people did not move and were even in a state of confusion. However, before they could ask, they were dragged away by those who understood.

Those who had not received the drawings also became anxious, and the overall speed increased and the progress was advanced.

Song Yi stood there, looking at the busy crowd, and slowly thought of one thing... Could it be that the current situation is "good enough for Yan Changyue"?

Is he also a part of it?

At this moment, Song Yi's ideas were rarely in line with those of Chen Xing. He skipped the suspicion stage and went straight to judgment on Yan Changyue's behavior.

So everyone quickly got the drawings and left without staying for too long. The originally crowded room quickly returned to an empty state.

When they were left alone, Song Yi no longer thought so.

In other words, his gaze was moving. Originally, when Song Yi was being stared at, he would subconsciously look over there.

He just watched everyone leave until the last person left. When he moved his gaze away from the back and turned to look at Yan Changyue... his brain went blank for a moment.

Because the sun was so bright today, and the light penetrated through the glass window and fell on Yan Changyue. The man just turned around, put down the drawings in his hand, and looked at him.

The light fell on the arms and the paper, acting as reflectors, making the delicate face look even softer.

"Thank you for helping me."

Yan Changyue walked towards him as she spoke, the curve of her lips remaining unchanged.

On the contrary, during their gazes, the smile on Yan Changyue's face became more and more genuine, and even her slightly curved blue eyes were like a clear spring.

Song Yi was even more dizzy and bewitched by her beauty, and did not respond for a while.

Yan Changyue had already walked over, and when she stopped beside him, she patted his shoulder, but did not move away. Instead, she tilted her head and moved closer to him.

The warm breath fell on his skin, bringing a slight itch, and Song Yi woke up.

Yan Changyue said, "Shall we go?"

The tone was gentler and the breathing was clearer, which made Song Yi's heart beat faster and inexplicably soften.

"Okay..." Song Yi came back to his senses and responded hurriedly. Before he could say anything else, Yan Changyue had already withdrawn her hand and turned to walk towards the door.

It tastes somewhat ruthless.

Although Song Yi complained in his heart, his steps were not difficult at all. He followed closely behind the other party and walked towards the other's office.

In the empty corridor, there were the sounds of their footsteps, two different sounds that gradually merged into one, in the same rhythm.

They walked in silence and soon approached their destination. When Song Yi saw the door panel, he felt a little strange.

Before he could ask why the door was not closed, An Xiaochun walked out with a thick stack of documents in his hands, which stretched from his chest to his chin.

Song Yi paused, and when Yan Changyue entered the room, he failed to follow her, and faced an even more embarrassing situation.

He and An Xiaochun faced each other, looking at each other, and silence spread between them.

Song Yi felt that he should be surprised, but he couldn't figure out the reason. Whether it was "An Xiaochun walked out from here" or "there were so many paper documents", they were all strange points.

In contrast, An Xiaochun remained calm. He withdrew his gaze briefly, allowing Song Yi to stop at the door so that he could continue thinking.

He should have ignored An Xiaochun and walked in directly. After all, he went to Yan Changyue's office because of Yan Changyue's invitation.

It’s a serious matter!

...Is this a serious matter?

An Xiaochun suddenly turned around and said to the inside of the house: "This is the office. There is a lot of stardust in the camp. You have to be careful about the impact."

Yan Changyue didn't answer, but just chuckled. From the rising ending of the tone, one could also taste the relief. It was obvious that this person didn't take it to heart, but, but...

This kind of hint carries a certain implication and is full of colors.

Song Yi shook his head helplessly. Not wanting to pay attention to An Xiaochun, he pretended not to understand and walked past him, ready to enter.

But An Xiaochun did not let him go. Instead of stopping while he was ahead, he continued to slow down, showing some hesitation and not hiding his worry at all.

It seemed like if they left them alone, something unexpected would happen.

Song Yi felt speechless for a while, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, so much so that he paused, turned around, leaned against the door frame, and asked An Xiaochun.

"Are you going to come in?"

It was also a case of fighting poison with poison. An Xiaochun calmed down instantly and rolled his eyes in response. He finally withdrew his gaze and commented:

"Neuropathy."