What should I do if the avatar is getting more and more cute?

Early on Monday morning, Zhou Qingluo went to Zero Office for an interview. Unexpectedly, there were many people, even a returnee doctor, with such a thick stack of resumes.

Holding a three-page resume, Zhou Qingluo shivered in the crowd with a college degree in hardware circuit design.

The interview was quite formal, probably based on the selection criteria for reserve cadres, and there was even a leaderless group discussion.

Zhou Qingluo didn't expect that this world would be so dangerous. To apply for a painter, one would have to be able to coordinate.

He admits that he has no overall coordination ability at all.

He only has skills, and he just wants to eat some handicrafts.

Zhou Qingluo was stunned when he saw the topic. A private plane landed on a deserted island. There were 6 people on the plane, including an eight-month pregnant woman, an expert in the field of new energy, a doctor who can cure cancer, and found a planet suitable for human habitation. an astronaut, an expert who can save the environment, and a homeless man.

But the escape tool is a hot air balloon, which can only hold one person, who should be allowed to leave the island.

Zhou Qingluo never expected at this time that applying for a painter would actually test human nature.

The key point is that he should be assigned to a group with the thickest resumes on average. Their eyes under the black-rimmed glasses were shining with wisdom. Zhou Qingluo felt that this interview was yellow.

Yesterday I was bragging too much. I don’t know if it’s okay to tell Dean Ma and ask him to talk to Boss Su.

They discussed intensely one by one, they had their own opinions, and everyone talked eloquently. Zhou Qingluo felt that what they said made sense, and when he listened to it, his mind wandered into space.

Once Zhou Qingluo wandered into space, his imagination and inspiration burst out.

An eight-month pregnant woman should be a kangaroo. A doctor who can cure cancer should be a goose. It is said that geese will not get cancer. An expert in the field of new energy should be a bee. An astronaut should be an eagle. By the way, the experts who save the ecology should be seagulls. After all, the experts who protect the beach are homeless. No, why do homeless people get on private jets?

Zhou Qingluo was thinking wildly, the pens in other people's hands were swiping to make a summary, and he was swishing to draw cartoons.

In a short while, a world of animals comes alive on the paper, each with its own characteristics and vivid memory points, the triumphant goose, the kangaroo with the halo of a loving mother on its head...

After everyone finished discussing and posting their speeches one by one, Zhou Qingluo, who had been immersed in drawing, was finally picked by the acting leader of the leaderless group, "Student, you are the only one who hasn't expressed an opinion yet."

Zhou Qingluo looked up, only then did he remember that they were a team.

Everyone was silent at the same time, and looked at him one after another, as if they were looking at someone who had been eliminated from the competition.

Just when the interviewer passed by him, he glanced at his drawing.

Zhou Qingluo silently put away his sketches, but before he could collect them, the interviewer actually took away his sketches.

Zhou Qingluo: "?"

He looked up at the interviewer.

This interviewer was young and had a cold expression, but his expression was unruly, his eyes were disdainful, and he pointed his nostrils at people. He was dragged to the sky. Although he was wearing a suit, he felt less serious than other interviewers.

It feels a bit like Song Ling.

Zhou Qingluo couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth and looked away.

At this time, if I didn’t say a few words, I felt a little contemptuous of the interviewer. Although the manuscript was taken away, he still remembered some of the characters by cartoonizing them.

Zhou Qingluo cleared his throat and began to babble, "I don't think we can use secular concepts to judge who goes and who stays. Doctors can deliver pregnant women, new energy experts can invent energy for heating, and ecology experts can manage the environment to find fresh water. , the homeless can take the children, let Bao Ma sit on the confinement, and when the astronauts finish transforming the hot air balloon, everyone can leave."

Everyone knew he was talking nonsense, but no one knew how to answer.

The acting leader spoke, "But the title stipulates that only one person can go."

Zhou Qingluo: "The hot air balloon in the question only allows one person to go, and the conditions are limited. Now it has been remodeled, and everyone can go."

Everyone: "..."

The acting leader quietly rolled her eyes, "I think you missed the point, so let me sum it up."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, and in the blink of an eye, he realized that the interviewer was standing in their group, still holding his sketch in his hand.

The other team members were working hard, only Zhou Qingluo was wondering when the interviewer would return the drawing to him.

After the interview with the leaderless group, you have to wait half an hour for the score to come out before proceeding to the next round of one-sided interviews.

Zhou Qing Luobai was bored and swiped his phone.

The small group of Inspirational Information Technology Company is still very lively. The group leader is Liang Qiu, and the group name is [Inspirational Dogs Are Not Afraid of Difficulties].

Except for Zhao Dayu and Song Ling, everyone in the office was inside.

Liangqiu can talk about many things in the group every day. After all, they are colleagues, chatting, bragging, and eventually it will be related to work.

[Liangqiu]: Song Ling is definitely on the hook. The three cobblers are really no match for Zhuge Liang. I am worried that one day Zhao Dayu will drive us all away and leave him alone. Stronger.

[Su Yunfan]: Boss Zhao looks at us now as if he were looking at ants.

[Lou Yang]: I can only say that hard work is not worth mentioning in front of talent.

[Liangqiu]: If you have a knife in your hand for a day, you can kill a talented dog with a thousand swords. I have been a top student since I was a child, and I have never been crushed like this.

[Lou Yang]: Don't talk anymore, I went to study silently, Master Song is so powerful, and still works so hard.

[Su Yunfan]: He works overtime every day until after nine o'clock, except on Saturdays. He is too busy and wants to leave the job.

[Liang Qiu]: He has asked for leave these two days, and I don't feel a sense of career crisis anymore.

Zhou Qingluo silently scrolled through their chat records, reading every piece of news about Song Ling.

These three people are all big speakers. Zhou Qingluo can guess Song Ling's life status during this period of time by piecing together from their chat records.

He went to work seriously and worked hard, but he still kept a straight face all day long and ignored people, pulling [-] to [-], like a cold-faced god of war.

The reason why he didn't go to the company on Saturday was probably because he went to see Li Kanghe.

Li Kanghe told him that Song Ling came to the treatment on time and cooperated very well.

But Li Kanghe didn't tell him that Song Ling's belief was not so strong anymore.

[Liang Qiu]: He worked overtime so late every day, he shouldn't be tired and sick, so he asked for two days off.

[Lou Yang]: He is not close to us, so it's hard to say.

[Liangqiu]: Yes, it's as cold as making ice sculptures, both icy and sculptural.

sick?

Zhou Qingluo was slightly taken aback, exited the group chat interface, and clicked on Song Ling's WeChat avatar.

Time really flies, he and Song Ling have not been in touch for a week, and his three apology text messages are still in the WeChat dialog box.

Song Ling asked him hysterically that night——

Have you ever seen couples reconcile after they calm down?

It seems that if you are calm and calm, you really have nothing to say.

Zhou Qingluo stared at the chat interface in a daze, and Lou Yang sent him a WeChat message.

[cz is my lp]: There are still half a month and fifteen days left for Zhao Cheng and Li Lu's wedding. Go back to Li Lu's hometown. I'm booking tickets. Do you go directly from the mountain city, or come back and walk with us?

Looking at Lou Yang's WeChat name, Zhou Qingluo was amused.

It seems that Lou Yang has caught up with Cui Zi.

The mountain city is in the south, and Li Lu's hometown is a small city in the north. There is no airport, so you can only take the high-speed rail. Qingling City is just in the middle of the two cities.

Zhou Qingluo checked the itinerary. There is no direct high-speed train from the mountain city to Li Lu's hometown. It would be more convenient to go back to Qingling City.

【Three Greens and Three Each】: Let me go with you.

[cz is my lp]: OK, then I have booked four tickets.

Zhou Qingluo took one meal, four cards, who else?

[Three Greens and Three Each]: You, me, Sister Cui, who else?

Zhou Qingluo pinched the phone, stared at the screen, and waited for Lou Yang's answer.

He didn't know what he was nervous about.

He didn't know what to expect.

After a while, Lou Yang replied.

[cz is my lp]: Coincidentally, Liang Qiu and Li Lu are from the same village, and it happened that the company was on holiday on New Year's Day, so he left with us, saying that he was planning a wedding.

Zhou Qingluo let go of his hands, sighed lightly, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

What a coincidence.

[cz is my lp]: Zhao Cheng is going to order a best man suit, what size do you wear?

[Three greens and three each]: 180.

On the top of the dialogue box with Lou Yang, it always shows that it is typing, flashing and then off, off and then flashing.

【Three Greens and Three Each】: You can say whatever you want.

[cz is my lp]: Let's talk about it when we meet, I can't tell through phone calls and text messages.

"No. 15 Zhou Qingluo, who is it?"

Hearing someone calling him, Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses and raised his hand, "Me."

"Go to Ermian, I've called you two or three times, what are you thinking?"

Zhou Qingluo was stunned for a moment. Could his performance in the leaderless group discussion just now be able to enter the second side?

The people who were in the same group as him just now were still waiting, all looking at him with the eyes of a relationship.

Zhou Qingluo was also a little dazed, and after sorting out his emotions, he entered the second side.

There are only three interviewers, the one sitting in the middle is older, the lady next to him should be from personnel affairs, and the one sitting on the other side is the interviewer who just took away his comics.

Looking at the name plate on the table, the one in the middle is Su Mingkuan, the boss of the studio, and the interviewer is Lin Qi, and there is Zhou Qingluo's simple manuscript in front of him.

He was leaning on the chair, still looking like he was pulling two to five to eighty thousand, which made people feel a little scared.

Zhou Qingluo was not afraid of Song Ling who had seen such a well-equipped man.

Su Mingkuan held his resume, "Zhou Qingluo, graduated from a major in hardware circuit design."

Zhou Qingluo nodded: "Yes."

"I have worked on the conceptual design of the game interface for several months."

"Correct."

Lin Qi said abruptly, "I played that game before, and the drawing was pretty good, but the animation was too rubbish. Why did you draw scenes for this kind of rubbish game?"

Zhou Qingluo: "...Because the boss let me."

Lin Qi said disdainfully, "Then your boss is really short of money."

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Although he owed a lot, he was right. Zhao Dayu was indeed short of money. In order to prepare a dream fund for the network information security business, Zhao Dayu did take on any rubbish projects.

Su Mingkuan: "I heard that you are painting the walls of the Shancheng Welfare Institute?"

Zhou Qingluo felt that the atmosphere was disturbed by Lin Qi, so he wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and smiled generously, "Yes, can it be a bonus item?"

Su Mingkuan smiled: "Of course that's fine, but I want to ask, is that your own drawing?"

Zhou Qingluo: "?" Why would you lose your vest during the interview?

Zhou Qingluo didn't intend to drop the horse, so he replied ambiguously, "I painted "Broken Cocoon"."

Lin Qi: "I know that this work is serialized on Xingchen Comics Network, and the authors are three."

Zhou Qingluo nodded, "Yes."

Lin Qi: "Isn't Sange the same as Luo? It's easy to guess."

Zhou Qingluo felt that these words were very familiar, and after thinking about them carefully, he remembered that Song Ling had also said it.

He looked at Lin Qi silently for two seconds, what was going on, he was dazed, why did he feel that this person seemed to be possessed by Song Ling.

Su Mingkuan: "If you are Sange, then naturally it is the best. We have sent Sange a private message, hoping that he will give Sange a try and participate in our project."

Zhou Qingluo thought about it for a while, as if he hadn't received any private messages of job invitations.

Lin Qi: "Didn't you receive it?"

Zhou Qingluo shook his head: "I haven't received it."

Lin Qi and Su Mingkuan smiled at each other, then looked at him.

Zhou Qingluo: "..." I was tricked by two foxes, one old and one young.

Lin Qi: "I am Lin Qi, the chief planner and investor of this game, and you are welcome to join the "Breaking Demon" project team."

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused, let's pass it?

Lin Qi picked up the sketch and stood up, walked to him and handed it to him, "I saw your resume, and I recognized you as Sange at a glance. The new comic "Chasing the Light" is very good, finish it well, don't let me down 5000 yuan A tip of money."

Lin Qi left after speaking.

Zhou Qingluo looked back at him with a puzzled expression.

Su Mingkuan said with a smile: "He is the boss of this project, listen to him, oh, he is still your fan."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." It's outrageous, and it doesn't look very reliable anyway.

Su Mingkuan: "Do you have any questions to ask?"

Zhou Qingluo has a question, "I don't understand, why do you need to discuss with a leaderless group when recruiting a painter?"

Su Mingkuan smiled and pointed to the paper in his hand: "Let's see who has a rich imagination."

Zhou Qingluo: "..." It turns out that group discussions without a leader still have this function.

It seems that people in this world have a very good vision, and many people can see that he is a mature cartoonist.

When Zhou Qingluo came out, the people who were still waiting outside asked him expectantly, "How is it? What questions did you ask? Why did I see that the interviewer has come out just now?"

Zhou Qingluo didn't know how to answer, so he had to say: "The questions asked are more traditional, so normal answers are fine."

Zero Manga Studio is very efficient, and even arranged a single apartment for Zhou Qingluo, which is not too far from the orphanage.

Zhou Qingluo stayed in the hotel for a week and finally moved out.

He packed everything up and lay on the bed exhausted, the first thing he thought of was to announce the good news to Zhou Shoulin.

But Zhou Shoulin didn't get through on the phone.

Usually at this time, Zhou Shoulin should be resting. I don't know if Uncle Zhou is staying at his house today.

He called Uncle Zhou, but Uncle Zhou didn't answer.

They should not be so late and still busy in the store, Qingling City is already very cold now, because they were laid off in the early years and were frustrated in the middle age, these like-minded old men gathered together, as if welcoming the second spring, showing an aura of disobedience go do this.

It seems that they are not just going to start a restaurant business, but to realize the meaning of life, to redefine their position in society, and to affirm their own value.

Zhou Qingluo was worried and was about to make another call when Zhou Shoulin's call came in first.

Zhou Qingluo: "Dad? Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Oh, I'm still on a drip at the hospital."

Zhou Qingluo's heart was suspended, "What's wrong? You went to the hospital?"

"I've had a bad stomach. It's nothing serious. I was getting an injection just now, and I didn't have a hand to answer your phone. Your Uncle Li is with me, and your Master Zhou is at Zhang Luo's house. Don't worry."

Zhou Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, then you guys go home early after the taxi, take a taxi and go back, don't squeeze the bus."

"Got it, how are you doing over there?"

"Well, everything is going well in the new job, there is a place to live, the boss and colleagues are good, you don't have to worry about me, take care of yourself."

"new job?"

Realizing that he had slipped his mouth, Zhou Qingluo corrected himself, "A new project is a new job."

"Okay, I got it, it's getting late, go to bed early, and I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Well, goodbye, Dad."

Zhou Shoulin hung up the phone and looked at Song Ling who was sitting in front of his hospital bed peeling apples.

In fact, Zhou Shoulin suffered from acute appendicitis. He had an operation yesterday. After Song Ling sent him to the hospital, he has been on the saddle. He is not very good at taking care of others. He is clumsy but is doing his best. lo.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Zhou Shoulin couldn't bear it, "Xiao Song, go back and rest quickly, you have been guarding for two days, it's too hard for you, just let Uncle Li come over in the afternoon."

Song Ling: "I've been eating and drinking for nothing at your house for so many months, what is this?"

Zhou Shoulin: "Don't say that, think about it now, if I didn't have your encouragement at the beginning, I would not have the confidence to start a business now, without your publicity and the help of your friends, who helped me to apply for the certificate, how could I That went well."

Song Ling: "That's Uncle Zhou, you cook delicious food."

"It's much more delicious, and the operation is also very important. Uncle Zhou must thank you."

Song Ling smiled lightly.

Even though Song Lingyun was calm, Zhou Shoulin could still feel that something was wrong with him, that he was too silent.

"Xiao Song, did you and Qing Luo quarrel?"

Song Ling paused, and the peel broke again.

When Qing Luo talked about his new job just now, he was so happy that he slipped the tongue.

He clearly told Uncle Zhou that he was only on a business trip for three months.

He and Qing Luo should not just quarrel.

He is not very skilled, and the peel has been broken several times. Judging by his technique, Zhou Shoulin was really worried that he might cut his hand.

"Xiao Song, don't cut it. Uncle is afraid to see you holding a knife. You should cut it in a while."

Song Ling didn't stop, "It's okay, I'll study hard."

"You should learn it."