If I were you

With the release of the first batch of notices, the return campaign officially started.

However, compared to being nervous, An Qing is now more and more bored.

Everyone was almost ready, waiting for the return to the stage, so a deep loneliness, emptiness and coldness naturally began to spread.

Under such emotions, everyone has their own different performances. For example, the person next to An Qing usually writes and writes songs, but now she is so bored that she is typing on the keyboard to write lyrics.

Wu Fan's comment on this was... "Is this guy trying to steal my job?"

However, An Qing sneered back and said: "As far as your Chinese level is concerned, I can see it clearly, and I still need to hone it, dear."

Being despised by a Chinese teacher who taught junior high school students, Wu Fan didn't take it seriously at all: "That silly Xingxing is not the same as me, and sometimes he is not as good as me, so don't bother to hurt me."

An Qing cut her voice to express her disbelief, but she heard the person next to her suddenly raised her head and asked her, "Sister Qingqing, how do you spell the permission?"

An Qing froze for a moment, but didn't understand: "How to spell what?"

Zhang Yixing adjusted his hand and showed it to An Qing: "Isn't it Ayouen r-unyun?"

Only then did An Qing understand what Zhang Yixing meant, and couldn't help but blushed deeply: "That word reads yun, yun Xu."

Zhang Yixing read it awkwardly, and then asked again: "How to spell it?"

An Qing struggled for a while, and said helplessly: "This is the overall recognition of syllables. If you can't spell them, it's yun!"

Seeing that Zhang Yixing was still in a daze, still muttering "Isn't it Ayouen?" An Qing couldn't help but sighed, "It's crooked Youen."

Zhang Yixing tentatively typed on the computer, and sure enough he spelled the word "permit", and suddenly realized: "Oh, it's Yun Xu..."

An Qing twitched a few times, and said to Wu Fan: "You're right, I shouldn't only care about hurting you... But isn't this level of elementary school students able?"

"Ah... I just, just forgot for a moment." Hearing An Qing's words, Zhang Yixing scratched his head in embarrassment.

However, what broke An Qing the most was that Wu Fan choked out a sentence for a long time: "Recognize the syllables as a whole? How come this word is so familiar?"

An Qing looked at Zhang Yixing expressionlessly, and Zhang Yixing was startled by the deep resentment: "Sister Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

"Xingxing, do you know what the overall syllable is?" The gloomy tone seemed that Zhang Yixing would be destroyed by humanity if he dared to say no.

Zhang Yixing was stunned for a moment, then tentatively said: "I remember it seems to be a syllable that can't be spelled?"

An Qing's expression finally eased, she gritted her teeth and said to Wu Fan: "Did you hear that? What a bad foundation you have, this time the new page needs to be written by your own hands. I am really worried!"

Wu Fan said that it doesn't matter: "Anyway, the fans already know what our writing is like, and what to be afraid of."

"What are you afraid of?!" An Qing was furious instantly: "I'm afraid fans won't understand the lyrics you wrote!"

Hearing An Qing's roar, Zhang Yixing shrank silently under the quilt, and then continued his great creation.

"It's not...it's not..." Wu Fan's momentum weakened all of a sudden, and he murmured.

"Why not! In short, from tomorrow on, you give me time to practice calligraphy! I can't learn your broken calligraphy!" An Qing said with deep disgust.

Wu Fan coughed twice, and argued weakly: "I write pretty well..."

"Well, drawing is also good, I know." An Qing began to gear up and gritted her teeth.

Wu Fan disappeared instantly.Long Younilin will be angry if you touch it, and the Chinese teacher has a bottom line...

An Qing looked at the time, it was only eleven o'clock, and it was still early before her shift change.Although I have finished dinner, I am still a little hungry for no reason.

Some time ago, I went home to eat delicious food, and gained a little weight. When I returned to the company, I ate a little bit of Korean food, and I naturally lost weight. Anyway, Wu Fan and Huang Zitao have already made an appointment to go to the Han River to play in the early morning. , Now eat something and it will be digested in a while, so you shouldn't gain weight, right?

Thinking of this, An Qing made up her mind to get something to eat: "Xingxing, I'm going to cook something to eat, do you want to eat?"

Zhang Yixing poked his head out from the laptop again, rolled his eyes and said: "Forget it, I still have half a bag of potato chips unfinished, help me get a bottle of Coke, I put it under the refrigerator It's the third frame."

"Oh." An Qing responded as she got out of bed and put on her shoes, when suddenly she heard someone in her body roaring in a high voice: "Just his stomach that is almost riddled with holes, how dare he drink it in the middle of the night?" Iced drink?! Don't give it to him!"

An Qing coughed lightly, and then said: "Xingxing, Brother Fan won't let me get it for you..."

"Ah?" Zhang Yixing looked at An Qing blankly, completely unresponsive.

After being yelled at by someone again, An Qing said helplessly: "Brother Fan said you have a bad stomach and can't drink iced drinks in the middle of the night... Oh, and he also asked when you put the Coke in the refrigerator... Oh , he said it doesn't matter when you put it on, he wants me to throw away all the Coke in a while..."

"Don't throw it away!" Zhang Yixing climbed off the bed with both hands and feet, and then hugged An Qing's thigh without letting go: "Brother Fan, I was wrong! I promise not to drink iced ones! Don't throw it, don't throw it! No I can't live with Coke!"

An Qing looked at Zhang Yixing's typical thigh hugging with infinite confusion, and said hesitantly: "I heard... Coke kills sperm... It's better to drink less of that thing..."

"Brother Fan! Sister Qing! You can't kill me!" Zhang Yixing was still crying exaggeratedly, but such hysteria gave An Qing a little sympathy for a mother's love.

However, after communicating for a while, An Qing regretfully shook her head at Zhang Yixing and said, "You Brother Fan said that he just wanted to teach you a lesson and buy you green tea, but you can't keep the cola... Hey Xiaofan, after all, you are Isn’t it a pity to throw it away after spending money on it?”

"Yes, yes, it's a pity to throw it away! Just take it out of the refrigerator!" Zhang Yixing simply saw a ray of hope for survival from the adversity.

After listening to Wu Fan's answer, An Qing patted Zhang Yixing's little golden retriever pitifully: "Poor boy...Your Brother Fan said that the Coke would be distributed to others...Oh, your Brother Fan said, don't worry, he will tell everyone This is your treat...I'm sorry, you also know that your brother Fan is the ultimate boss, and I can't help him if he is really angry..."

Zhang Yixing threw himself on Wu Fan's bed in despair, rolled around frantically, and then pitifully revealed a small head from under the quilt: "The green tea must be bought..."

An Qing made a gesture of reassurance, and then quietly exited the room.