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The second session on Saturday starts at [-] am and lasts until the evening. There are fewer people interviewing, but the process is much more complicated than the first session, and the questions are more detailed and tricky. It is conducted in a one-to-many format, considering the interviewees' ability to withstand stress comprehensive quality.

One of the fixed links was dubbed "Death Knock on the Door" by them. They asked questions that freshmen at this stage would not be able to answer—even the ministers present might not be able to answer them for a while—to observe the response ability of future generations. .

I was already in a tense situation of one-to-many, but I had to rack my brains to answer Chao Gang's questions, which was really hopeless.

Qin Shu was assigned to play the role of "Reaper" for no other reason. This position is thankless, and it is easy to leave a shadow on people. Asking him to ask questions can alleviate the shadow, and it is not so easy to be hated by younger generations.

He is used to singing bad faces, and it was his first time to play the role of a villain, and he was still a little uncomfortable. Remembering the original intention of setting up this session, he deliberately lowered his face and asked questions in a much more indifferent tone than usual—more true to himself than pretending Acting in the role, the indifference that cannot be seen inside is brought to the stage.

Especially when the person being interviewed got stuck in answering and looked at him at a loss, what he met was his slightly squinted eyes, which were inorganically cold. A little bit of indifference was born.

Standing and sitting clearly, it should be from a bottom-up perspective, but it seems that he is looking down from afar——For the effect of naturalness, he does not wear glasses when asking questions.

The freshman who didn't know him just felt that the senior in front of him was not angry and pretentious, and the sense of oppression was a bit heavy, which was within the acceptable range, but it shocked the colleagues around him, and whispered in the gap between the interviewers, saying that Qin Why does my brother look like a different person.

Even Meng Qi couldn't help but poked his elbow: "Qin Shu, although this works very well, you should still-be a little more kind, or it will be scary."

Qin Shu was still recording the situation of the last interviewer. He finished typing a line leisurely, then turned his head and smiled at him. It was still the gentle and elegant mask of a good man, as if staring at the freshman coldly. He asked loudly, "I don't know why I didn't know in advance", "Do I have to wait for the problem to happen before asking God to tell the Buddha?" It wasn't him who made Zhao Huanhuan beside him tremble.

"Then it won't work." He glanced in the direction of the front door and said softly, "It's just a show. After the interview, I will explain it to them in the recruiting group."

"That's not necessary, you'll know when you're recruited—well, I mean, it's not to scare the freshmen, it's to scare..." The door was pushed open, and the next interviewer walked in, abruptly interrupting his unspoken words, Meng Qi also had no choice but to scratch his hair, and turned to say the opening remarks to the junior being interviewed, while thinking with complicated emotions, when his brother and boyfriend came for the interview in the afternoon, would he still be able to embarrass them with this cold-faced Bodhisattva-like appearance? .

Facts have proved that worry is superfluous. Qin Shu treats everyone equally. Even if Lin Wu is sitting opposite, he should be serious. When the time comes, he will throw out the question expressionlessly, which is one of the best among several questions. Chaogangzhi: "Your first choice is the New Propaganda Department, so what is the naming format for newsletter manuscripts in the work of the New Propaganda? What are the main points for writing? Please give your opinion on the activity of the welcome party. Write ideas and a general framework, and now you have 1 minute to think about how to answer."

He did not vaccinate Lin Wu in advance. On the one hand, he was out of fairness considerations, and on the other hand, he really felt that such a question would not be difficult for the other party. After all, the question involved the follow-up training content, and it was the attitude of the scene rather than the correct answer. Or not, even if the answer is wrong, Lin Wu's ability will not deduct too many points.

The golden-haired fox seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his eyes were glued to him thoughtfully, not knowing whether he was seriously thinking about the problem or exploring something else.

The definition of "1 minute" is imaginary, and no one will really time it, so after a short silence, he cleared his throat, looked at Qin Shu and began to answer: "First of all, I haven't learned the specifics about the naming of the manuscript. format, but I will ask the minister for advice before submitting it, learn the correct naming format and apply it to every subsequent work. In addition, according to my personal experience, I think that the date, activity name and manuscript type should be written when naming; secondly , about writing bullet points..."

In fact, he seldom speaks so politely, half of which is influenced by the habit of the dual-native system, and the other half is related to the nature of escape. Even if he deliberately calmed down in the previous interview, he was always stuck between frivolity and seriousness On a certain boundary line, he answers all questions in a relaxed and natural state. He is not outstanding in a group of people. When facing the crowd alone, he can't see the meaning of tension. It is often difficult for people to distinguish him from the current situation a few days ago I don't think he is so outstanding when he is connected with the little lunatic who is officially announced by the freshmen in the school-or the resume that glows in black and white.

It wasn't until now that he began to obediently apply the rules and rhetoric that interviews should have, answering unhurriedly and clearly, and suddenly showed inner calmness and sincerity—the answer was impeccable and thorough, and the tone was also serious. At the end of the answer, he didn't even tremble the slightest bit, as if he could see a familiar shadow through him.

"...The above is my answer, senior and sister please criticize and correct me." —— He looked at Qin Shu from the beginning to the end, and paused almost imperceptibly after saying the word "senior", with a gentle and rigorous aura on his body They broke up suddenly, and the end of the conversation rose slightly, like some kind of flirting that was only visible to each other.

Then Meng Qi, who watched the whole process, suddenly realized that the subtle sense of familiarity when he spoke was not groundless—in the round of interviews at this time the year before last, he and Qin Shu were assigned to a group, and this future partner used The only thing is the same words, even the tone of voice and eyes are familiar.

Apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed this. After the interview, Lin Wu bowed and left. As soon as the gatekeepers closed, the chatter rang out. Zhao Huanhuan couldn't help poking Qin Shu's arm, and sighed as if he had discovered a new world: "Qin Shu Brother, Junior Xiaowu’s typhoon is too similar to yours, are you two siblings or husband and wife?”

"Really, maybe the education he received was similar from childhood to adulthood." Qin Shu was noncommittal, but the corners of his mouth raised a little unconsciously, looking in a good mood.

Thanks to the outstanding performance of a certain golden-haired fox, the "Death Knocks on the Door" session of more than a dozen interviewers became "My Buddha's Mercy". When the juniors made eye contact, they showed a little encouraging smile, giving people the courage to answer completely.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy, and there are dinner parties in the evening. Most of the people have been staying up from nine o'clock in the morning until now, and they don't even have time to eat lunch.After the interview with the last freshman, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the "very hungry" sounded one after another—Meng Qi was also hungry, but he had to shoulder the responsibility of being the head of the family, and let the bastards quiet down with a low growl. : "Persist for a while, sort out the list of the final important people in each department and report it to me, howling one by one, do you need to order two more dishes for you at night?!"

"Brother Qin, Mr. Meng is fierce, scaring people..." A "weak" minister from the sports department, who is 1.9 meters tall and has muscular arms that are as thick as the thighs of ordinary people, came up to him and used practical actions to help Meng University honestly. The weird jokes bounced back and forth—the effect was remarkable, the people who were vicious in the last second couldn't help laughing, and the occasion that was still serious became the scene of reporting the name of the dish.

Qin Shu patted the other party like a fool, glanced at the time, turned to Meng Qi and said, "Then I'll go over and have a look first. The owner said that there are a lot of people for the meal, so you have to go there in advance to confirm after booking."

After a pause, he raised his voice slightly: "You can post in the group what dish you want to eat, and I will ask them to prepare it in advance... Now that you want to bring friends, there is still time, the old rules, the premise is that we all know each other, and the expenses are borne by ourselves. "

Zhao Huanhuan raised his hand teasingly and asked him, "Hey, Brother Qin, do you plan to bring your family?"

"Yes," Qin Shu's tone was calm and reasonable, and it had nothing to do with the reaction everyone imagined after being teased, "Bring Xiaowu with you, the owner of that restaurant knows him, and he can give you a [-]% discount. I thought you all knew."

"It's so slow, brother." Lin Wu waited for him in the stairwell last time, sitting on the steps with a look that was so boring that it was about to grow mushrooms, "Didn't you say hurry up and come out to accompany me?"

"Well, let's go." Qin Shu walked over, bent down and touched his head, and found that his half-length hair was tied up in a low lock, and there was an extra tie in front of the collar of his white shirt, with a gaudy sunflower pattern, It didn't seem to be there during the previous interview.

The little fox hooked his neck and stood up, standing on the first step at the same height as him, whispering in his ear and complaining, saying brother, you were so fierce just now, you scared me.

Naturally, he was not so easily frightened, and even felt a little moved when he saw Qin Shu's cold face, especially those eyes that were usually gentle and looked straight at him, as if he could see him clearly through his clothes. The bones and soul inside were covered with condensed frost inch by inch, and he couldn't help his heart beating faster, and even breathing was so excited that he trembled.

Affected by what Meng Qi said earlier, this time Qin Shu failed to see through his performance in time, so he raised his hand and hugged him when he heard the words, gently comforting him along his back, his tone softened unconsciously Le: "Sorry, brother is wrong."

After he became an adult, he seldom called himself like this. Even if he used gentle words, there was always a thin layer of alienation, so that when Lin Wu heard it, he was stunned for a moment, and hugged his hand. It tightened more and more, and a soft cat purring sound came out from the bottom of his throat. It was like returning to the time when he was eight or nine years old. If he is depressed, he will show a little helplessness suitable for his age, hug him and coax him a little anxiously, his voice that has not changed is clear and gentle, saying don't be afraid, brother is here, brother will find a way.

He seemed to be entangled with the long-lost tenderness, and a bit of sincerity was suddenly mixed into the fake depression, thinking with a sense of loss, if Qin Shu's falling in love with him was destined to contradict his pampering and patience to his younger brother, then What should we do if we really get together in the future? If his brother is completely indifferent to his acting like a baby, it will be too difficult for people to get used to...

It's not that I don't know that the boundary between family affection and love is not so clear, but whether this fact, which is taken for granted by ordinary people, is true for Qin Shu—or can Qin Shu learn to let all kinds of different loves co-exist? —— is the most fundamental problem.

Qin Shu's hand was still placed behind his back, moving up slowly against the spine, and finally landed on the slightly protruding bone at the back of the neck. He folded his fingertips and rubbed gently, as if to comfort a frizzy animal. cat.His gentleness is always like this, and the ironing is perfect. People know that there are [-]% of the play in it, but they still can't help but sink in and enjoy the moment of this gap.

Lin Wu subconsciously shook his head to fit the concave curvature of his palm, thinking who knows what will happen in the future, at least Qin Shu still treats him with a half-hearted sincerity—or maybe more than half.

"Well," he heard the sound of chairs moving not far away, and realized that it seemed to be getting late, so he sniffed and restrained his real and fake grievances, "It's okay, as long as it's you, you can't be fierce." It's okay... let's go brother, you haven't even eaten lunch, you must be starving."

Qin Shu didn't feel hungry. Seeing him back to normal, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but the strings in his heart tightened even more—if Lin Wu couldn't even bear this level of "fierceness", how could Lin Wu accept his dark inside? Nature, let alone liking.

Forget it—he looked at the clear sea under the young man's eyes, and thought silently, forget it, it's better than scaring the other party one day and disappointing him again.

There are a hundred kinds of darkness in him, even if Lin Wu can accept 99 of them, it's not enough.