That facial paralysis you dropped your book

Things like waves, once started, basically can't be stopped.In the past few days, apart from attending classes, Guo Jie’s daily routine is to wander around the Koukou group with his mobile phone in his arms.

[Planning] I don’t need oars to row a boat: By the way, you have often appeared recently, little pot, are you not busy with your studies these days?

[Subject] The cover on the broken pot: I am not busy or busy, there are no exams these days, and the courses are relatively easy XD

[Planning] I don’t need oars to row a boat: Sauce, oh yes, I saw that you signed a few days ago, didn’t you still have a handover or something?Don't have to pay now?

[Lord accepts] The lid on the broken pot: That one, it’s already handed over (≧▽≦)

Guo Jie typed a kaomoji carelessly, and at the moment the message was sent, something suddenly flashed through his mind.

Wait, manuscript?

What the hell!

Guo Jie immediately froze there as if he had been immobilized by Sun Dasheng.

After regaining consciousness, Guo Jie hurriedly threw the phone aside, regardless of whether someone in the group sent him a message, he turned on the computer anxiously, and waited for the computer to turn on with a serious look on his face.It was only when he saw that there was only one line drawing in the folder where he specially kept the drawings for this time, Guo Jie really felt what despair is.

With a dejected look on his face, he picked up the phone he had thrown beside the pillow. Guo Jie clicked on the reminder app on the phone, and the first blood-red reminder on it was his due date for this manuscript, unless he wrote the wrong time at the beginning. Otherwise... his deadline is only a short week away.

Guo Jie turned his head stiffly and looked at the contents of the folder displayed on the computer screen.Even if he looked forward, he couldn't change the fact that there was only one line draft in the folder.According to the plot of the promotional comic this time, he had to draw at least three pictures before he could finish the narration.Guo Jie raised his head in a daze, and the words that the boss reprimanded him that day kept appearing in his mind. Guo Jie had a premonition that if he was too late this time, the boss might be able to tear him apart with his bare hands, just like eating Like shredding a chicken with your hands, grab the two legs, hiss——

Guo Jie couldn't help trembling, and hurriedly took out his digital tablet, and after doing a very funny gesture to encourage himself, Guo Jie sat down in front of the computer, intending to expend all his time in front of the computer. After the typed line draft is finished, by the way, apply the background color of the line draft.

Half an hour later, Guo Jie, who was supposed to be working hard on the PS page, is now holding the mouse with one hand and the keyboard with the other, staring at the Weibo jokes on the web version of Weibo and giggling.

Presumably, some people are born hopeless.

It was another Friday, and Lu Chen, who had been sitting in the office all day, rubbed his slightly sore shoulder, and glanced at the watch on his left hand—at 35:[-], the boss who finally felt his stomach was empty decided not to Work overtime, go foraging first, and then drive home.

After saving the processed documents, Lu Chen picked up the black suit that was casually draped over the back of the chair and walked out of the office. The work of XO Game Company is actually not easy, but there is no news about the oppression of employees. Except for the unlucky boss, basically they rarely work overtime.Lu Chen roughly glanced around, most of the offices had turned off the lights and closed the doors, only a few here and there were still one or two people typing on the computer.

He walked to the assistant secretary's desk and saw that she was staring at the computer as if she was still busy with work, so he tapped on the desktop lightly, successfully scaring a little secretary who was obsessed with writing meat/articles into a panic. stand up.

"Boss, boss, what's the matter?" The assistant secretary quickly shrunk the Word document, and looked at the boss who knew nothing with a pure face.Lu Chen glanced at her, then pointed to the offices behind which the lights were still on: "I'm about to leave work, you go and inform them so that they don't have to be too busy, let's get off work."

The assistant secretary quietly observed Lu Chen's expression, saw that his expression was very normal, and made sure that he didn't realize what he was doing just now, secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and nodded hastily: "Understood, boss, I will Go." After speaking, he stood up and walked to the offices.

When Lu Chen saw her walk into the office, he didn't look any further, and left the company directly, heading towards the snack bar he used to eat.As the owner of the company, Lu Chen seldom eats high-end restaurants except when socializing, but rather likes to look for cheap and delicious snack bars.

While eating the shop's signature beef noodles, Lu Chen took out his mobile phone and swiped the buttons.

The little painter who almost ran away before seems to be approaching the deadline again.Lu Chen rubbed his chin and glanced at the portrait of the little painter, but the little painter didn't send him any message.According to his memory, this little artist surnamed Guo usually communicated with the editor, except that he would come to harass him to plead guilty when he might not be able to hand in the manuscript.Lu Chen took another look to make sure that he didn't send a message to himself, and he didn't put any words on his signature that he couldn't finish the manuscript. It seems that he won't run away this time.

Lu Chen gradually relaxed, and continued to eat his beef noodles with peace of mind.

It's just that An Sheng's days are not too long, and sometimes you won't even be given the time to finish eating a bowl of noodles.

Before he had time to eat the last bite of noodles, Lu Chen found that the phone in his pocket vibrated crazily.Putting down the chopsticks that were holding the noodles but hadn't had time to put them into the mouth, Lu Chen reluctantly took out his mobile phone, looked at the frantically beating head elephant, and after glancing at the person's nickname, Lu Chen suddenly had an idea. A very bad feeling.

Langweixian: Old!plate!ah!

Lang Weixian: The brat surnamed Guo I'm in charge of can't fucking finish it again! ! ! !

land:……

Lu Chen was a little speechless and sent her an ellipsis, sighed, and stuffed the vibrating phone back into his pocket, determined to take the last bite before taking care of those troublesome things.

But when he had just finished his last sip of soup, Lu Chen noticed that a few girls sitting not far from him, who looked like they were no more than junior high school girls, were peeking at him. The woman who looked more often, but he had never felt such a strange gaze, which inexplicably gave him a creepy feeling.

He raised his head and looked at the little girls who were peeking at him and whispering, until they turned around and stopped pointing at him, then lowered their heads and took out the mobile phone that hadn't stopped.However, what Lu Chen didn't know was that the reason why the girls across from him looked so strange was because they thought he was using the mobile phone that kept receiving messages as a jumping egg...

The cell phone that had been slandered as a vibrator was still vibrating at this moment, and Lu Chen suddenly felt a little weak when he saw the crying complaints sent by the editor-in-chief Lang Weixian.

Langweixian: Boss, what should I do!No matter what I say about this bear thing, I can’t finish it!

Lu: ...Don't worry about it, leave it to me.

Lu Chen exited the dialog with Lang Weixian, and clicked on the avatar that suddenly turned gray.

Lu: Don't hide yourself, I know you are here.

Lu: Don't talk about anything else, submit the manuscript quickly, otherwise I will continue to talk about life with you.