School girls always want to bend me

On Tuesday morning, Zhang Yawen was called into the office by the director.

Everyone's office in the Ancient Books Publishing House was filled with books, densely packed, and it was hard to find a place to step down. She walked over in a detour and sat down on the chair in front of the director's desk.

She could probably guess why she was called here.

It was because of this set of books in my hand that the manuscript was urgently needed, but a colleague from the same project team as her suddenly resigned.

Everyone can understand that the publishing house earns less money and more work, so there is no need to stick to it. If you jump out, you will have more and better jobs.

But this time, it was impossible for her to complete the task by herself, but the entire publishing house was already under manpower.

Director: "Xiao Zhang, how much of your manuscript has been completed?"

"Twenty percent..." Zhang Yawen lacked confidence.

"Can it be completed in three months?"

Zhang Yawen rolled his eyes in his heart, but anyone with common sense shouldn't ask such a question, but leaders generally don't have much common sense.

She was silent.

Wordless defiance.

The director thought for a moment and said, "I understand your difficulties, and I have specially applied for a special approval for you."

Zhang Yawen stretched his neck, full of expectation: "Is the time extended? More than half a year?"

The director coughed a few times: "I'm recruiting an intern for you."

……intern?What's the use?

Zhang Yawen stretched her face: "Oh. When will it be in place?"

"It's up to you to recruit yourself, personnel affairs are quite busy these days."

Zhang Yawen was furious: "Huh? I'm just an editor. I'm afraid I'm not up to the difficult job of recruiting people."

The director hates iron for being weak: "You said that you have been in the publishing house for a long time, why don't you make progress at all."

It's an old saying again.

But for editors, recruiting people means making progress?

Zhang Yawen shut up and didn't speak.

"Either recruit interns by yourself, or finish it on time by yourself, you choose one."

She chooses to destroy!

But she didn't dare to say it, so she went out listlessly.

Returning to my seat, soon, the director sent me a message, which was the detailed rules for recruiting interns.

Zhang Yawen took a sip of the milk tea in hand, and then clicked on the document with just a few lines.

"Sin!" she called out unconsciously.

Sure enough, the shorter the word, the bigger the matter.

Then the pearl choked into the nasal cavity, and she was all bad.

[Requirements: Top 4 prestigious schools, professional counterparts, top 1% of grades, accept overtime, good oral English and computer skills are preferred]

Immediately below this one.

[Treatment: 80 yuan a day, plus 15 yuan meal stickers]

She felt that either the director's brain was broken or her eyes were blurred.

In the 21st century, first-tier cities can still offer such salary requirements. Is there any misunderstanding of the world? ? ?

Is this what makes her recruit?

This is to let her recruit ghosts!

Zhang Yawen leaned back in his chair, raised his head to the sky and sighed, destroy it.

Before getting off work at night, Zhang Yawen still compromised with the world. Looking at the gleaming computer screen, she rubbed her dry eyes and prepared to secretly send this recruitment notice to her school's professional group.

There are a large group of majors, including students who have graduated from here in the past, as well as juniors who are studying here. The number is huge.

But before posting this poisonous recruitment notice, Zhang Yawen changed his comment name in the group.

Everyone in the group has "XX level XX professional XXX" on their heads, and the real name system is required, so it is very easy to die.

She also wanted some face, so she changed to her WeChat name "fiona", which was the name she used when exchanging in the United States.

Trembling, he clicked send.

Surely no one will reply, but at last he can give the director an explanation, so as not to be nagged again that he has no progress.

At night, she dragged her exhausted body back to her rental house. She took a shower first, then put on a hydrating mask for herself, and lay comfortably on her small bed, ready to brush her phone.

Click on WeChat and see several message prompts.

Most of them are official accounts or group messages. She squinted her eyes and opened them without distraction. She has obsessive-compulsive disorder and feels uncomfortable if she doesn't finish clicking.

When she clicked on a group, her hand froze.

It's the school's large group.

She was also @.

A pure black avatar with [Level 20 Artistic Anthropology Ye Qiqi] @ and replied to her.

[Received, the resume has been sent, please check]

Zhang Yawen's eyes widened.

There are still such big fools in this world!

And this big fool is actually his fellow apprentice!

……

In June, the sun was scorching hot, the cicadas were singing continuously, and the pomegranate flowers outside the glass windows were in full bloom.

In the afternoon, the Liberal Arts Library of F University was very quiet, only the sound of pages being turned, and the blond foreign student girl across from Ye Qixi was drowsy with her notebook.

The mobile phone in the schoolbag hanging on the chair vibrated several times. She put down the gel pen in her hand, pressed the slender and white left fingertips on her neck, and moved her stiff spine a little.

Ye Qiqi is wearing a white loose cotton shirt, which is slightly wrinkled. His cold white skin looks even more white in the sun. His shoulder-length black short hair is loosely tied behind his head. His straight nose is delicate and delicate. black mole.

The eyes are slender and glowing with a hollow and indifferent light.

With one hand, she took out her mobile phone from her schoolbag, and a call came in, it was her senior at Q University Computer.

She pressed off to bring up the WeChat interface.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

Zheng Lan made several phone calls to Ye Qiqi, but either no one answered, or they hung up directly, but this is also the norm since the two met.

"Anyway, it's not a bad thing. I'll pay you. Last time I asked you to help me with the data of that project. You did a good job. My boss is very satisfied. The financial process is very fast. It has already been transferred to your bank card. Remember check."

Ye Qiqi picked up the thermos cup in front of him, tilted his head slightly, and took a few sips. A few drops of water fell on the "History of Western Aesthetics" in front of him.

"Okay." She replied, ready to end the conversation, turned off the phone, and did not check her bank card.

When she was about to put her phone into her schoolbag, the interface lit up and new information came in again.

"...Your temper, my main purpose this time is not to give money, but to hope that you can continue to work on a few projects during the summer vacation, which are a bit intensive, but don't worry about money, how about it?"

Ye Qiqi looked at the conversation on the phone, fluttered his dense and long black eyelashes, bit his lip, and replied.

"I'm sorry, I've already found an internship job for the summer vacation, and I'm very busy." She refused very directly.

On the other side came another one: "There will be internships with higher salaries than me."

Ye Qiqi had already come to a conclusion in his mind, and he didn't want to entangle him anymore, so he replied: "Yes, higher than what you gave."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Qiqi had a class on the history of ancient literature in the second teaching building. Her undergraduate degree was not in the Chinese department, so she needed to take a few more credits for the required courses during her graduate studies.

At 2:15, she packed her schoolbag and prepared to go to the teaching building.

Walking out of the reading room on the second floor, a senior student came towards her, holding a water glass in her hand, and had just finished drinking water from the water dispenser in the corridor.

F University ranks at the top of the country, but the library is so bad that any university can crush it. From a distance, it looks like a dilapidated building waiting to be demolished.

One more person in the narrow corridor seems a bit crowded.

The senior sister is a doctoral student of Ye Qixi's tutor, she is very familiar with herself, and she made a gesture to block Ye Qixi's shoulder.

"Little junior sister, summer vacation is about to begin. Let me introduce you to a job. The junior brother of yours has been pestering me for a long time, but I didn't agree to give it to him."

Ye Qiqi glanced at her shoulder, took a step forward, and avoided the shoulder.

The senior sister didn't care, and understood it as the little girl's restraint.

"I've found an internship for the summer vacation." Ye Qiqi replied.

The senior sister continued to work hard: "Let me tell you, I live less and earn more. A publishing house asked our teacher to name a book recommendation for middle school students. Just write a few words of recommendation, 1000 words."

Just as Ye Qiqi was about to refuse, the phone rang again. She thought she was still a senior brother and was about to hang up, but when she saw the "text" on the screen, she froze.

She has saved this number for several years, and has never called it out or called it in.

This is the first time.

Ye Qiqi's hand holding the phone was a little sweaty.

"Senior sister, I still have class later."

After finishing speaking, he didn't look back and left.

There were cracks on the edge of the marble floor tiles. She lowered her head and walked to the first floor while answering the phone.

The female voice on the other end of the phone was polite and sweet: "Is that classmate Ye Qiqi?"

Just as she was about to rush out, she accidentally bumped into the transparent glass door at the door.

The security guard on the other side sounded cursing. She took out her campus card and swiped it. With a beep, the door opened.

There were densely packed bicycles parked on the concrete floor outside the library. Ye Qiqi covered his phone, but he didn't speak for a long time.

Zhang Yawen, who was on the other end of the phone, heard the familiar sound of the door opening and the slight gasping sound from running away, and roughly understood that Ye Qiqi was running out of the library.

"Sister, I'm so sorry, did I interrupt your study?"

Ye Qiqi shook his head against the air, his voice was a little dry: "No, I'm not bothering you."

The little girl's voice was clean and quiet, with unknowing tension and uneasiness.

Zhang Yawen thought it was a social phobia that was a specialty of their Chinese department, so she said patiently: "Sister, it's like this, I posted a recruitment notice in the Chinese department group last night, and you submitted your resume that night , isn't it?"

Ye Qiqi still nodded to the air: "Yes."

At this moment, Zhang Yawen's computer interface was on, and it was Ye Qiqi's densely packed three-page resume. It could not be described as excellent, but perfect.

She even felt that this resume was a bit inferior to a top Internet company, let alone her own publishing house.

Moreover, the two of them are still from the same teacher, Zhang Yawen felt that he was embarrassing to the teacher again.

"We are destined..." Zhang Yawen's voice became closer.

Ye Qixi pursed his lips tightly and did not speak.

"I'm also Teacher Zheng's student, but I've already graduated, so I'm still your senior sister." Zheng Yawen smiled.

Ye Qiqi: "Well, last year's teacher's day division gathering, if the senior sister came to attend, we should see each other."

Zhang Yawen on the other end of the phone was stunned, and hurriedly explained: "That's right, there was indeed something unexpected that day, I didn't want to not go, I even called the teacher to tell... Teacher no Will you still remember, are you angry with me?"

Speaking of the latter, the voice was a little softer, with a little caution, as if it was my mentor who answered the phone.

Ye Qiqi: "The teacher is not angry, I just regret not being able to see my senior sister."

After all, I have been nervous for a long time because of this teacher's reunion.

Zhang Yawen breathed a sigh of relief, and joked: "Junior Sister has such a sweet mouth."

Sweet mouth?It was the first time in Ye Qiqi's life that he received such an evaluation.

Ye Qiqi walked along the sidewalk to the teaching building. From the library to the second teaching building, he had to pass through a traffic light.

When the green light came on, students rushing to class like her rushed forward like a tide.

Zhang Yawen, who was distracted by the success, came back to his senses and said, "Today I mainly came to confirm, junior sister, are you really coming to us as an intern during the summer vacation?"

Ye Qiqi's voice was clear and firm: "Yes."

"80 yuan a day, 15 yuan for meal stickers?"

"It seems to be?" Ye Qiqi didn't look carefully at the column of treatment.

Zhang Yawen sat up straight and said, "Our entire internship salary... is about zero, and I'm still very tired. I'm afraid you made a wrong vote, so I'll check with you. If you're just wrong, then your salary next week Don’t use it for the interview, our unit is still far from the school, so you don’t need to make a trip in vain.”

Ye Qiqi walked into the school gate, the main campus of F University was also the old campus, with tall trees and shade everywhere.

She stopped in her tracks, and the green shade hit her delicate side face. Behind her, a boy on a bicycle whizzed by while ringing the bell.

Ye Qiqi: "I will go." He added after thinking, "My internship is not for salary, even if I don't have money, I will go."

Not for salary?Zhang Yawen felt that there was something wrong with his ears.

"What is that for? Could it be for the feelings for literature?" Zhang Yawen's Ancient Books Publishing House has a century-old history and a great reputation, but it has long been a sunset industry, and low wages are an open secret.

Ye Qiqi stopped next to the Family Mart convenience store outside the classroom, kicking the stones on the ground instead of going in.

"If I answered you this way, would you believe it?" She asked, thinking about the rationality of the answer "literary feelings".

"No."

Before Ye Qixi could finish his calculations, the person opposite him categorically denied it.

Ye Qixi scratched his neck, and asked tentatively, "Then, for hobbies?"

Zhang Yawen felt that this conversation was going in a very wrong direction: "Do you really want to come for an internship?"

"Yes."

"Then come to the interview next week first, and then make a decision."

"it is good."

Before hanging up the phone, Zhang Yawen said quietly: "Junior Sister, let's discuss something. I made this call today without telling my leader. Don't tell me about it later."

Ye Qiqi could probably imagine Zhang Yawen's appearance at this moment, lowered his head and chuckled, and said, "Okay. Don't say anything."

The author has something to say:

This is the first post! I’m afraid, I hope everyone likes Qiqi and Sister Wenwen~~~

I am obsessive-compulsive and edited the article as soon as it was published...