critical value

I know very well that I am on the verge of collapse at any time, and I have a tendency to abuse others. My younger brothers are also very clear.

But probably because I have been staying in Sichuan some time ago, the younger brothers I recruited later are not very afraid of me, whether they are children who do not go to school and think that they can get along with me with a little experience in campus bullying, Or those uncles who have been doing "pest control, rodent control, ants, cockroaches, beriberi and rat poison" for N years, and suddenly thought of changing careers when they were nearly half a hundred years old, they really didn't take me seriously, so they gave us the great BOSS After doing so little, I dare not write enough words for the task report.

I think back when I was a liberal arts student when I was in middle school, I wrote this and that all day long, who didn’t need to make up enough words?What's more, although it is said that the number of words is enough, there is an unspoken rule for liberal arts students - the law of "write at least [-] more words" exists!Even if you make enough, you have to write more, or the teacher will be unhappy and give you a failing grade for a composition you wrote sincerely, without even looking at it!

But I am obviously more suitable for science!Do any of you understand my pain!How dare you not write enough words for the copy submitted to such a miserable person like me!Don't want to live yet? !

So for a while, I have been obsessed with calling the younger brother who didn't write enough words into the office to teach.What's more, it happened to be spring at that time - I was the most irritable season of the year, so I was too rough without knowing it~ When I was gentle, I threw a bunch of papers in their faces, and then cursed; The stool was smashed; when he was irritable, he threw it into Wang Dandan's room, and it was embedded in the wall and he couldn't even pick it out.

Well, they should have realized that being my subordinate is a high-risk industry, because many newcomers transferred to the squirrel department and never came back; many newcomers transferred to Zhang Weiran, but they cried within a few days When I came back, I hugged my thigh and swore that I would make up enough words in the future.

Ah?Zhang Weiran is this kid so scary now?

After a period of rectification by me, every document submitted by Shibu has sincerely made up enough words, and there is no such thing as an ellipsis occupying one frame.I don’t know why, although I rectified the number of words, but the phenomenon of making false accounts has also become less, not a general decrease, but suddenly a lot less, the value on my bank. Running up the ground, I was shocked. The value of the bank.bank.card of the BOSS also ran away, and he was so scared that he hurriedly made a video call with me on WeChat and said, "Shi Xiaofeng, take it easy. Don’t let all the younger brothers under you die from overwork.”

I replied: "Hehe." Then I changed all the numbers into equipment and distributed them to the younger brothers.

Speaking of which, I have been the chief executive of BOSS for so many years. I am different from Zhang Weiran, who uses public funds to collect comics and figurines. To update the younger brother's equipment.I almost worship myself, I am really too clean!If Xi. Da. Da knows, he will definitely praise me~

But in fact there is at least one other person, I don't want him to know about these achievements I made, because they are all based on violence and masochism, with the purpose of establishing absolute obedience.It is definitely not in line with the current concept of equality for everyone, and it is definitely not in line with the positive education that epilepsy received in the first 15 years of life. How should I put it?I know very well that I am currently using a feudal society's dominance system. Although I enjoy it and have achieved results, if I am discovered by epilepsy, I will feel ashamed.

Because he knows, maybe he doesn't like it.

For example, one day I was in the office teaching a younger brother who hadn’t made up the word count. It happened that he had a tough attitude. At first, he just gently slapped a pile of waste paper on his face; Convinced, I picked up a small bench and beat him up. I was in a happy mood and even had a wretched smile on my face when I suddenly realized that someone seemed to be staring at me outside the window. The person staring at me there should be only one with epilepsy.

After that, I never saw him lying there.

There may be many reasons. For example, the bookshelf was moved to Wang Dandan's office for use during that time, but I always felt that he might have seen me teaching my younger brother.So he doesn't like me anymore, thinks I'm a big pervert, and doesn't want to talk to me anymore.In fact, I really want to explain to him clearly - this is the best way to deal with these shameless outlaws, I still have a lot of things to do in the future, I can't waste time with them here... I have Many reasons can be fabricated, and they can be cheekily explained to epilepsy, but he never appeared at the window again.

After that, I still often sat in the office, writing those word game outlines by myself, or checking to see if there was any younger brother who didn't write enough words today.Sometimes when my back hurts from work, I will habitually look up at the window, whether it is a blue sky or a smoggy sky outside, but I never see epilepsy again.Recalling that we used to chat through the window frame, and also slapped the glass face to face, laughing like fools, and my heart throbbed.

He disappeared into the small window, just like those arrogant words he said disappeared from my ears, or his figure disappeared from my sight.I don't see him often, hear him, or be looked at by him.Although I sometimes feel lonely in my heart, it's okay, I can bear it.

I can still play around with so many colleagues and friends in the headquarters, and I can also catch up with my brother. It seems that his snake spirit disease suddenly recovered, although now the two of us can no longer sit on the same swing as before.But I don't need him to shake me anymore, like I don't need to see epilepsy all the time?

I guess one of these two sentences is false.

Although I know where Epilepsy is now, I also know that he has become the eldest sister's Zhili, and is no longer a good-for-nothing for me; but I don't know what Epilepsy is doing now, how well he is doing, and what he has seen People, do you still like me now?Although I hope that he will always be mine alone, I also hope that he will not be lonely and have close friends by his side.Although I hope that he will always belong to me alone, I also know that this is an act of regret for him, because I am no longer monopolized by him alone.

Sometimes when I was wandering around the headquarters with my brother and my little friends, I would suddenly feel someone's eyes sweeping over me, but it didn't bring me the sense of crisis of a sniper; nor did I have the feeling of an enemy. A kind of malice; maybe not something important, because I don't want to look back.But after thinking about it, it was wrong, because there was an inexplicable warmth in this sight, I didn't want to turn around, but because I didn't dare.

Behind my back, I guess, was epilepsy.

Sure enough, I soon saw him sneaking past me less than half a meter away, and disappeared in a "swish".Every time he passed by me, my heart seemed to miss a beat.The moment he passed by me, all the people around me seemed to have disappeared, and only his figure could be seen in his eyes. I seemed to be able to extract the sound of his footsteps from the noise around me, and I wanted to reach out , wanted to touch him, but that figure disappeared around the corner.

But I am still looking forward to, looking forward to meeting him at the next corner.

I seem to have a lot to say again.In fact, I have encountered epilepsy countless times after that, every time he ran past me, every time my heart skipped a beat...or I was concentrating on my work, but when I looked up, Seeing him, he passed by the office door in a white coat, with a pair of clear black eyes staring at me with the same cute eyes as before, and then entered the end of the corridor.

I used to spend nearly an hour staring at the door, expecting him to pass by there again, staring at me again, just to have another look at the white coat.However, he seemed more willing to spend more than an hour crouching at the end of the corridor rather than being seen by me.

One day I was walking alone in the long corridor on which floor I forgot, the light was very dark, and I suddenly felt inexplicably that there seemed to be something shaking not far in front of me. I stared at it for a long time before I realized—that People may have epilepsy.

In fact, the timing is just right. I just thought about a lot of things about him with grief and delusional thoughts about what I want to convey to him, but now he just appeared in front of me, not far away.I wanted to tell him everything, but I didn't have the courage. I threatened myself: "If I miss this time, I will definitely have no chance! Go! Otherwise, I will never see him again." I passed this sentence in my mind. After six or seven times, he finally made up his mind and quickened his pace to walk towards that figure.

I felt at the time, as if nothing could stop me—every pain I felt from thinking about him for so long; Chicken blood, as if drunk and insane.Seeing him dangling not far in front of me, I really want to run over, hug him tightly and let nature take its course.

Probably because of the panic in my heart and the loud footsteps, I was finally discovered by him-he turned his head "swish", and I was like the night of the New Year's Eve, I was so scared that I almost vomited my internal organs, and I stayed on the spot I stood there in a daze for two seconds, feeling sober in an instant. I don't know why the entanglement in my heart for so long has turned into shame, which made me feel ashamed and even wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.There is a corridor right next to it.

So I subconsciously turned into the corridor.

Walking on the stairs, I felt as if there was something heavy on my head, making every step I took extremely difficult, as if I was about to be pressed into the ground.I was very remorseful, so remorseful that I wanted to cry and kneel on the ground, but in the end I numbly followed the command of my legs and returned to my stone department on the sixth floor with the same posture and expression as usual.