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In the end, Xu Jing's poster was withdrawn and used, and an old employee of the company was reassigned. She was taught a class in front of everyone. Xu Jing, as a college student who had just graduated from campus, had a thin skin, so she immediately turned cold and gave Du Ze a white look. , walked to his side and muttered: "I didn't plagiarize!"

"No one said you plagiarized." The crime of plagiarism is too great, he dare not wear it casually, and this is not his original purpose.

Zhang Zhuo slipped around outside to get a general understanding of the matter. Seeing Du Ze coming out of the meeting room alone, he stepped forward and grabbed his chest and walked forward: "Come on, tell me what's going on."

Du Ze became angry again: "You, let go!"

"If I don't let go, is it possible that you can still hit me?" Zhang Zhuo caught a glimpse of someone walking here, covered Du Ze's mouth and hid behind the wall.

Xu Jing's story spread quickly in this layer, and Du Ze just wanted to bite the hand covering his mouth.

"He seems to be targeting Xu Jing."

"New here, I heard that he was crying in the office. You said he didn't mention it sooner or later, but he wanted to mention it when the final word was finalized. What do you mean?"

"Anyway, I don't understand, but I heard that this job was originally for him."

The sound of high heels walking gradually faded away, Zhang Zhuo felt the tense body of the person in his arms loosen: "You are so mighty."

Du Ze kicked the paper ball on the ground: "I have no enmity with her."

Du Ze was always like this when he was in college. He could endure blows but there must be a process of digestion, and the atmosphere of this digestion process was often very negative. Du Ze didn't like to cause trouble for himself. In front of small groups, he would really be said to be It's fake, you cover it up for me, and I hide it for you, everyone encourages each other with disagreements.

"I've been approached for this job but I'm too busy. I'm not interested in taking it. It's not like what they said."

There was no waiting in the utility room, only the cold light coming in from the window, and in these fragments of light, Zhang Zhuo accurately found Du Ze's hand and held it: "You brought it up in front of so many people, the newcomer is so cheeky!" Bo, it's normal to have this reaction."

"Isn't she conscious of doing something wrong? I didn't target her." Du Ze raised his head, his eyes clear, "I didn't want to move out grandpa so I didn't say it, but because I didn't say it, everyone thought I was meddling , specifically picking on the thorns of newcomers."

Zhang Zhuo looked okay, and he was not in a bad mood when he stammered, but he was just running around.

With the episode just now, Zhang Zhuo smoothly led Du Ze downstairs to eat dessert. The street was very lively with people coming and going. Du Ze sat quietly on a chair and ate the cake, complaining: "The newcomers really I can't bear to fight."

Zhang Zhuo laughed all of a sudden: "Will you be able to stand up when you first came to the company?"

"Nai, no one in the company will understand that you are a fresh graduate. They often complain that you learn too slowly. You don't learn as much in school as you do in the company, so if you bow your head, no one likes it. A person who is arrogant and arrogant, there are mountains beyond mountains, no one is number one in the world." Du Ze looked down at the badge on his chest, he didn't work for nothing, just wanted to say something , Thinking of the little conflict between him and Zhang Zhuo, he raised his eyebrows, "Don't lose your temper with me all the time."

In order to speak fluently, Du Ze spoke very slowly, and Zhang Zhuo felt that the world was quiet.

"Everyone laughed at my Taiwanese accent, but you didn't laugh." Du Ze glanced at Zhang Zhuo and put down his spoon, "Actually, I know, you want to laugh too."

Zhang Zhuo opened his mouth: "My smile is different from theirs."

"It's different."

"Others laugh at you for being funny, but I laugh at you for being cute." He said and patted Du Ze's head.

Du Ze blushed, and suddenly slapped him on the shoulder: "Fart, you're cute."

Zhang Zhuo finally laughed out: "Yes, I am the cutest."

"You're the one who hates it." Du Ze turned around and was about to leave, but Zhang Zhuo hooked the belt rope from behind, and then pulled him over.

"I have helped you so much in college, and now you say I hate it?" Zhang Zhuo flicked Du Ze's face like cotton. For a person who has never suffered anything, his face is very comfortable to touch, "If it weren't for me, how could you? Become a study committee member, don’t you think so?”

Du Ze's eyes were dazzled by him, and he was thrown back into Zhang Zhuo's arms, with no sense of security behind him: "I don't like being a study committee member." He likes being a monitor!

Feeling a little surprised, he stopped struggling, "What did you help me?"

"Help you with your homework." Zhang Zhuo let go of Du Ze and asked him to stand up. He raised his chin and looked out the window, as if he didn't want to bring up this topic at all.

Du Ze has never been a class monitor, and the university bid farewell to the boring and tense high school and ushered in a new starting point, so Du Ze works harder in his studies. Not everyone can be a class monitor, but anyone can fight for it. Zhang Zhuo thought much more.

For example, he asked the boys in the class to open the back door for drinks. Even though he didn’t communicate with those boys, he knew that they made fun of his Taiwanese accent; he began to actively participate in class activities, even if everyone didn’t want to participate; he started to get up early every day to go to the playground to study , probably none of the monitors stuttered.

So on the night before the squad leader election, Zhang Zhuo put the nervous Du Ze to sleep, knocked on the door next door, and those who were busy playing games were not surprised: "Come and play?"

"Did you enjoy the drink?" Zhang Zhuo sat casually on the stool and watched a group of shirtless people typing on the keyboard. He kicked, "Tomorrow the monitor will vote."

The boy said "tsk", "I want to vote for my girlfriend."

Others echoed: "That's right, if I don't vote for my girlfriend, she won't die of anger."

"Dazhuo, you and his brothers are good, we understand, but you can't break up our little lover, right? That old saying goes well, it's better to tear down ten temples than break up a marriage."

"Really not helpful?"

Several people turned their heads to look at the computer in unison, wondering: "My family has agreed with me. If everyone has two votes, I will definitely help."

The next day Du Ze was so nervous that he couldn't eat well, so Zhang Zhuo blew on his neck: "Isn't he the monitor, the monitor is very tired."

"But I haven't been a monitor before, I want to be." Du Ze kept biting the meat bun.

There were only two people in the class who voted for Du Ze, one was Zhang Zhuo, and the other was not Du Ze himself.

Zhang Zhuo teased him why he didn't vote for him because he had no bad intentions, Du Ze pursed his lips: "Didn't the teacher say that he couldn't vote for himself?"

"Stupid, anonymity."

"Then you voted for me..." Du Ze asked in a low voice, "I don't know who the other person is, they said they would vote for me."

Zhang Zhuo raised his chin but didn't say anything, pulled Du Ze up and put his arms around his waist: "Come on, please go to the cafeteria for dinner, aren't you the squad leader, we don't care."

"...I don't care about it." Du Ze's voice trembled, probably because he felt that he hadn't received what he deserved. "Isn't the relationship usually good? Why did they change their minds in the end?" He knew exactly why. , just don't want to say.

It was already winter at that time, half of Du Ze's face was covered by a beige scarf, only a pair of red eyes were exposed, he was extremely wronged, but he was afraid that Zhang Zhuo would say that he was a sissy, so he walked in front alone: ​​" Forget it, it’s not right, it’s not right.”

"Really want to play for the class?" Zhang Zhuo chased after him.

"Well, I probably really want to." Du Ze shrank his neck.

"It's so tiring to be the monitor. You have to come and run around to inform the department of any activities." Zhang Zhuo felt that Du Ze was not suitable to be the monitor. Come on, it really won't fall on Du Ze's head, "Not only that, you also have to be someone else's punching bag, and others will criticize you behind your back."

Du Ze turned around and bumped into his chin, his eyes were stubborn: "It's not right, it's not right."

Zhang Zhuo was in a happy mood, hugged Du Ze's waist and smiled: "Yes, if it's not right, then it's right."

But if you want to ask Du Ze what regrets he had during his university days, he would still say that he failed to be a monitor once.

Zhang Zhuo looked at Du Ze, whose face was reddened by the heating in the store, and stopped teasing him: "You are not suitable to be the monitor."

"I know." Du Ze took a look at Zhang Zhuo and sat back in his seat honestly, and said with airs, "Are you here to apologize to me?"

Zhang Zhuo handed over a cup of milk tea, self-evident.

Du Ze took the milk tea and saw that it was the taste he liked. His mouth was slightly curved, and he raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "That's how it is." It was quite like kneeling down.

"Milk dog." Zhang Zhuo stretched out his hand and pinched Du Ze's nose, feeling warm all over, "You're a gamer, why are you so milky?"

"You're too much." Du Ze wanted to block his hand, "It's just too much."

The couple at the opposite table turned their heads to look at them in surprise. Du Ze immediately gritted his teeth and sat back, but he refused to let Zhang Zhuo touch him.

"How about I make you rib soup tomorrow?"

Du Ze packed up his things and prepared to go back to work: "Make it light, it won't taste good if it's too meaty."

In fact, without Zhang Zhuo as a eating friend, Du Ze would not be very happy eating at home. Now that he is in a good mood, he doesn't even feel embarrassed when he goes back to work, and he doesn't think he has anything to be embarrassed about.

Shouldn't it be the one who did the wrong thing?

After going out to relax, the people in the office changed his color several times.Du Ze is used to being alone, but he won't be affected by this kind of office atmosphere. Let's talk about it, it's not these people who pay him salary. teeth itching.

Du Ze felt that he had become bad in the past two years, but he was very happy.

"Du Ze, are all of your family Taiwanese?"

"My grandpa and dad did, my mom didn't."

Someone said: "I think the Wan Wan dialect is really gentle." Everyone present smiled when he said this.

Du Ze probably remembered the scene when he was ridiculed by the crowd back then, tilted his head and said, "It's really gentle, it doesn't sound weird, it's just very gentle."

The man sat up straight suddenly, holding back all the words that followed.

The author has something to say: Although Shou Shou speaks in a Wanwan accent, she is not a mother, she is not a mother...orz