said don't mess with me

In order to fulfill the promise to make Han Qingshi proud of himself, after a period of time, Mu Xia got up early and worked late every day, and his work attitude was so good that some people felt that their jobs would be robbed by force.

In her spare time, she spends all available time on summarizing and studying. In addition to Liu Gong's notes, there are hundreds of papers passed on by senior brothers, video materials of GN's previous internal training, etc.

She learns almost every day after 12 o'clock in the evening, and watches videos on her mobile phone while commuting to and from get off work.

With a lot of knowledge intake, Mucha quickly adapted to the fast pace of GN.

But the joy didn't last long.

The regular meeting ended on Friday, and a group of people walked from the meeting room to the office area.

Fang Xu and Mu Xia stood side by side, recalling her fluent report just now, and joked: "Mu Gong, you came to our GN to steal your teacher? It's only been a while, and you have read more than half of our internal materials, and you can apply what you have learned." , if this continues, I am afraid that I will lose my position as team leader."

Mucha Wuya was light, hugging the computer, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm far behind, and I still have a lot to learn from you."

"You..." Fang Xu just wanted to refute, but Yan Yan suddenly walked over with a serious expression and said, "Xiao Mu, come with me."

Mucha saw something was wrong, smiled and asked him, "Is something wrong?"

Strict, "The test has just submitted a very fatal bug - the real-time monitoring will hang up after a while, all the devices are offline, and there will be packet loss after reconnection."

Mu Xia hugged the computer tightly, and his face became serious in an instant.

For their platform, data is the foundation and core, and the nature of data loss is very serious.

Strictly feared that Mu Xia would be panicked and things would be more difficult, so he forced a smile and said, "Don't worry too much, there is still time to adjust, check the business logic later, and locate the problem as soon as possible."

Mucha said in a deep voice, "Okay."

----

Zhang Chi and Li Zheng did not attend the regular meeting of the project team, and reported the situation here to Sun Hui in the small meeting room next door.

As soon as the two came out, they heard about Mu Xia and hurried over to ask her, "How is it? Did you find the problem?"

Mu Xia raised his head, smiling uglier than crying, "There are too many problems, even checking the data on the table, the disconnection and reconnection mechanism is not rigorous, the error handling does not work, and even the underlying business logic is far-fetched."

Li Zheng's expression turned ugly, "Can it be changed?"

Mucha shook his head, "This set of code is written very 'beautifully', it's hard to find the problem if you don't look carefully, it's better to rewrite it."

Li Zheng flipped through a few pieces of code according to what Mu Xia said, and sure enough, "No wonder we didn't test it before, the pits are all fake, even experienced old testers may not be able to see it."

"But there will be an internal review soon. Is it time to rewrite it?" Zhang Chi worried.

Mu Xia looked at the computer and exhaled, "I have to come if it's too late."

Zhang Chi thought for a while, and said to Li Zheng: "Brother Zheng, the other functions in Mu Mu's hand are basically fine, just cooperate with the test to optimize the details, you can give me all of them, and she will concentrate on real-time monitoring."

"That's the only way. Xiao Mu knows best about the real-time monitoring, so she can do it." Li Zheng put down the mouse, and said in an apologetic tone, "I didn't check it properly this time, thank you for your hard work."

Mucha smiled, not blaming anyone, "Everything is work, nothing hard or hard."

"That's not what I said. This function was handed over to you for maintenance last week. All the development work in the early stage was in charge of Lao Lei. He is an old man in the company and has always been responsible for his work. I didn't expect to dig such a big hole when he left."

Mucha didn't speak.

It is true that she did not do this function, but now that it has been handed over to her for maintenance, she will naturally be responsible for any problems.

"Let's do this for now." Li Zheng said, "Xiao Mu, you sort out the odd jobs at hand and send them to Zhang Chi. He will pick you up. You can concentrate on changing the real-time monitoring and discuss with us in time if you have any problems."

Mucha, "OK."

----

In the next two days, Mu Xia had almost no time to rest, and even the video with Han Qingshi, who was on a business trip, was a squeeze on time.

10:30 this evening.

The two made an appointment for video time.

Han Qing stepped on the dot to call, but Mu Xia didn't answer.

She thought Mucha was washing up, or playing with her roommates, so she didn't call a second time, and only said to the driver, "Take the North Third Ring Road."

This road can pass Mucha School.

I haven't seen her for two days, and I really miss her.

Even if we can't see him in the past now, it's better to look at the lights inside through the school gate than to go home alone and there is no sound at all.

Zhao Jiahui's eyes were bright, and when she heard Han Qingshi's words, she turned around and said, "Mr. Han, Mu Gong is not at school."

Han Qing frowned, "Still at work?"

"Well, there is something wrong with the function she is in charge of. I have been busy with it for the past two days, and I get off work after twelve o'clock at night."

"what is the problem?"

"I lost the data." Zhao Jiahui said, "Strictly speaking, the code was handed over to Mu Gong by a resigned employee of Hezhong. For evaluation, the best way is to rewrite. Time is tight, and the task is full of pressure.

"Give me Strict Phone."

"Okay, wait a minute."

----

It was an hour after Han Qing returned to the unit, but the several floors where the R&D was located were still brightly lit.

She went straight to the second R&D department.

The second part is subdivided into many groups according to their functions.

In Mucha's technical group 3, she is the only one left.

The headlights in the office area were not turned on, and only a desk lamp illuminated a corner by the window.

"Wait for me here." Han Qingshi said to Zhao Jiahui, then walked towards Mu Xia gently.

She fell asleep on the table.

I slept very restlessly.

As soon as Han Qingshi's warm fingertips touched her cheek, her icy body immediately shook violently, showing signs of waking up.

Han Qing covered her eyes with his palms in time, leaned down, and said softly, "It's me, sleep a little longer."

Hearing the familiar voice, Mu Xia raised the corners of his lips, rubbed his head in the crook of his arms, and soon fell asleep with peace of mind.

Han Qing didn't leave, but sat aside and waited for her.

The office area was empty and cold after the central air conditioner was turned off.

After Han Qing sat for less than 5 minutes, his body began to feel cold.

Mucha fell asleep, his metabolism was low, and his body temperature would drop faster.

After a little hesitation, Han Qing leaned against Mu Xia's ear and coaxed her, "Xia Xia, I'll carry you upstairs to sleep, where it's warm."

Mu Xia was sleepy, but subconsciously, he was still worried about being seen and causing trouble for Han Qing.

She snorted and buried her face in her arms in refusal.

Han Qingshi touched her head, and his voice became softer, "There is no one now."

"..." Mucha still didn't speak, but his tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

When Han Qing saw Mu Xia's reaction, he knew that she agreed, so he helped her up and leaned against him, with one arm around his waist and the other through his knees, and hugged her up.

Surprisingly light.

Mucha felt the warmth and instinctively shrank into Han Qingshi's arms.

Han Qing touched Mu Xia's forehead with his lips in distress, and walked away quickly with her in his arms.

Zhao Jiahui, who had been waiting at the door, saw it and went to press the elevator first.

When she arrived at Han Qingshi's office, Zhao Jiahui immediately turned on the air conditioner, adjusted the temperature to a high level, and went out to get the blanket she left in the office and brought it to Han Qingshi.

Han Qing took it over and gently covered Mu Xia's body.

Seeing her tucking her chin in comfortably, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and said to Zhao Jiahui, "Jiahui, you get off work first. It's too late today, and you don't have to go to work tomorrow morning. Come back after you have enough rest at home."

Zhao Jiahui, "What about you?"

Han Qing lowered his head, his soft eyes fixed on Mu Xia's sleeping face, "I'll be with her."

Zhao Jiahui was worried, "You have been traveling back and forth for the past two days, can your health handle it?"

"It's okay, I can hold on."

"Okay, then I'll go first, and you can call me anytime if you need anything."

"Ah."

As soon as Zhao Jiahui left, the huge office was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Han Qingshi took off his coat, loosened his collar, sat on the ground with his legs bent, and looked at Mu Xia without blinking.

The dark circles under her eyes are very heavy, her lips are so dry, and her fair face is no longer as bright as it used to be. Her whole body is gray and tired, which is the exhaustion of adults who are tired by life.

Before she graduated, she already felt the pressure of the workplace in advance.

Han Qing felt distressed, but he couldn't help her.

This is a process that every adult must go through.

If you survive it, you will have a bright future, but if you fail it, you will be mediocre all your life.

Thinking of Mu Xia's refusal to "go through the back door" and the promise of "pride" that night, the corners of Han Qingshi's straight lips gradually curved.

The girl she knew was a girl with ambition, and she would definitely not be content with the latter.

Afraid of disturbing Mu Xia, Han Qing only dared to raise his hand, and from a distance, slowly stroked her eyebrows, eyes and bridge of nose, and finally landed on the center of his lips, asking her in a low voice, "Am I right?"

I don't know if telepathy is real or not.

As soon as Han Qing finished that sentence, Mu Xia's eyelids moved, and he squeezed out a sleepy 'um' from his nasal cavity.

Han Qingshi thought that Mu Xia was about to wake up, so he withdrew his hand.

She didn't move again.

"Are you awake?" Han Qing asked.

Mucha tried to raise his eyelids, but soon he couldn't hold them closed again, his chin shrunk even further, and the struggle was really difficult.

Han Qingshi didn't want to disturb her anymore, so he sat quietly and watched her.

Probably because Han Qingshi's eyes were too hot, Mu Xia couldn't help opening his eyes again, staring at her hazyly, after a long time to recognize her, he suddenly came to his senses, stretched out his hand to her excitedly and said, "Ah Shi, you came back!"

Han Qing got up and sat on the sofa, caught Mu Xia's arms, hugged her in his arms, and said slowly: "Well, I'm back."

Mu Xia hugged her aggrievedly, not concealing the hypocrisy that rushed to her face after the surprise, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Han Qingshi replied truthfully.

She travels around the world for almost half of the time in a year. Some places are so unfamiliar that even if she goes there for the first time, she will not feel much homesickness.

When going out recently, she always feels that the time is too long and the journey is too far away.

As soon as I calmed down, I was thinking: this time when I go back, I must take a good look at the girl she left behind in my hometown, hug her, and kiss her again.

Seeing it now, she did just that.

The wet kiss started from the neck.

When Mucha couldn't bear it anymore, she took the initiative to send her lips over, then slowly rubbed her chin, touched the tip of her nose, then opened her lips and sucked them passionately.

After a long time, the accumulated longing finally settled down.

The two are still hugging each other, enjoying the grounding of this intimate position.

"Have you worked hard?" Han Qing asked.

Mucha guessed that she must know what happened in the past two days to ask this question, so she didn't hide it, "It's hard work, but this is the normal work of programmers, and sooner or later you have to get used to it."

"Since you know it, why do you want to switch to computer? The previous major was not good?"

"Not exactly." Mu Xia twitched Han Qingshi's hair restlessly with his fingers, "I didn't pass the college entrance examination. If I change it, then I will change to the best major, which is somewhat of a comfort, but in the end, a mistake will become an eternal hatred."

Mu Xia's words are true, and there are also jokes, such as "one misstep will cause eternal hatred".

In fact, it’s not that exaggerated. She knows that this major is hard work, but it’s true that she loves it. At least most of the time it brings her more fun than pressure, just like the special confession letter she wrote to Han Qingshi from the director of the major a few days ago. letter.

Han Qing was a little distracted. What she heard was not the end, but the abnormal performance in the college entrance examination.

In memory, Mucha got a walk.

"With your intelligence, your high school grades shouldn't be bad. How could you perform abnormally? Your school didn't recommend you?" Han Qingshi asked tentatively.

Mucha sighed, "I could have been recommended, but before the quota came down, I went back to my hometown in the countryside, and I took the college entrance examination there, so the matter of recommending naturally fell through."

"So I went back to my hometown." Han Qingshi's eyes that were soaked in love sank, he looked ahead and muttered to himself, "No wonder I haven't been able to find you."

"What?" Mu Xia couldn't hear clearly, she sat up and asked her.

Han Qing smiled and said, "It's nothing, why did you go back to your hometown at such a critical time?"

Mu Xia, "My grandma is sick, and some uncles push her back and don't want to take care of her. My dad said that he is a son-in-law. Since he married a girl, he has the responsibility to provide for the girl's mother. So he closed it and worked hard for half his life before opening it in the city. A tailor shop, I went back to my hometown. They didn’t want me to go back at first, but I was worried about my grandma, so I insisted on going back, but it turned out that the days of the college entrance examination were extremely hot, and I suffered from heatstroke, so my performance was not satisfactory.”

"It's not too bad to be admitted to University A, she really is a great girl." Han Qingshi was not stingy with his praise.

"That's not right!" Mu Xia was proud, thinking of the unfinished work, with a sound of 'Oh', he pulled Han Qingshi's arm to check the time.

Immediately.

"Ashi, go home quickly, I have to work overtime." Mucha hurried to get up.

"I won't go back, I'll stay with you." Han Qing pressed Mu Xia, looked at her with a smile and said, "In the dead of night, emotions will become sensitive. In case my girlfriend cries because she can't write the code, I can hug her in time. Coax her."

Han Qing, who was speaking, gently pinched the tip of Mu Xia's nose, and the gentle force suddenly aroused the pressure that she dared not let go.

It's really tough.

Everyone was telling her not to worry, it was fine, only time was always chasing after her, forcing her to waste even a few minutes in the toilet.

Han Qingshi was the first person who told her tactfully that she could cry, instead of adding another 'nothing' to increase her pressure.

This is gentle comfort, but it is also the easiest way for her to break through.

"Ashi, thank you." Mucha said gratefully.

"You're welcome." Han Qing didn't look at Mu Xia's expression of trying not to cry, stood up and said, "It's too cold down here, I'll help you get the computer up, wait for me here."

Mucha said in a muffled voice, "Okay."

The sound of the door lock opening and falling came quickly.

Mucha looked up at the door, his eyes were red.

For the first time, she felt that working overtime could be so warm.

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