because i'm pretty

Li Yikai raised his wrist, revealing the iWatch with a brown leather strap, very good, 10:45.

He closed the laptop in front of him, picked up the black phone, got up and left.

Outside the frosted glass door of the meeting room, HR hurried over on high heels through a corridor, and blocked Li Yikai firmly in the meeting room.

Without waiting for her to speak, Li Yikai said first: "If you are 15 minutes late, you can tell him not to come."

"Wait a second, Mr. Kevin, he just said he'll be there soon."

HR is a little girl in her early 20s. She can only look at Li Yikai with her neck up. The false eyelashes that have just been attached look pitiful against the small ring colored contact lenses.

But Li Yikai was unmoved, with no expression on his face and no ups and downs in his voice: "Get out of the way, I'm busy."

"Mr. Kevin, you really want to see this, it's definitely the best in the past two months." She stood her ground.

"Which one of the previous ones didn't you say so?"

"It's different. You just passed the previous work after watching it. This one is the only work that passed!"

"No matter how good it is, being late is zero for me."

"He is an art designer, isn't that what artists are all like..."

Li Yikai frowned slightly: "Brand advertising is not art."

HR knew that he had made a slip of the tongue, and blushed a little, but this art design has been recruited for almost two months, and this time he is the only one who has qualified for an interview with Li Yikai...

"Hey, do you want to use the meeting room? Don't give it to me." A familiar voice came from outside the door.

HR seemed to hear the heavenly soldiers descending, and hurriedly said to the people outside: "Mr. Feng, please persuade Mr. Kevin, he will decline this interview again."

The person who spoke was Feng Xin, the general manager of Miaojia Brand Management Company. Hearing the words, he came in cheerfully and didn't rush to find a meeting room. He joked first: "What's the use of your Brother Kevin pushing me? I don't care." Hold him."

"This is for the Hongda project..." HR said winkingly.

"Ah, let's see each other." Feng Xin changed his words very smoothly, but he didn't dare to look at Li Yikai. He just said, "It's been two months, don't delay this project any longer."

Li Yikai licked his back molars, obviously his patience reached a critical point: "I promised to take this project and I will follow it, but now I can't do it, I didn't procrastinate on purpose."

"Why didn't you say no before you met?" HR's voice was coquettish and rascal.

Li Yikai continued to be as cold as ice: "I'll say it again, being late is impossible with me!"

There was a ding-dong sound from the elevator, and there was a rush of eager footsteps.

HR's cell phone rang, and she took Li Yikai with one hand and connected it with the other: "Yeah, it's me, you come to the meeting room for outsiders, and you can see it when you turn the right corner."

Taking advantage of the time, Feng Xin tried to persuade him again and again: "Yi Kai, you just meet him once, it's just an interview."

"Impossible", Li Yikai held his computer with one hand, and glanced at the time again: "It's 10:52, and I'm late for a full 22 minutes. If you like to meet yourself, go to any group, anyway, I won't... ..."

"sorry I'm late……"

Li Yikai was still talking, a slightly lower voice came from outside the door.

Through the glass, a tall and slender figure came through. The man was carrying a large blue and red color matching backpack. He leaned on his knees with one hand and bent over to pant. The other hand touched the glass door and knocked hurriedly and softly. twice.

HR quickly opened the door, pulled the person in before Li Yikai could speak, and quickly laid out the opening remarks word by word:

"Hello Yuan Zhiming, welcome to the Miaojia brand interview. This is Mr. Feng, the owner and general manager of our company. This is Kevin Li, the director of our company's project KL group——Li Yikai! He is also your interviewer today."

"Hi, hello, my name is Yuan Zhiming, I'm sorry I'm late."

Yuan Zhiming calmed down and introduced himself.

Li Yikai scanned the person in front of him up and down without saying a word.This classmate Yuan Zhiming was wearing loose casual clothes, the hooded sweater was a little wrinkled, the trousers were rolled up indiscriminately, his messy hair looked like he had just woken up, and there was a little blush on his face caused by running too fast.

Oh yes, there are also those white sneakers, which are limited edition, but they are worn out in tatters, the laces are almost black... and they are unraveled.

And that huge backpack—he hadn't zipped it up, revealing the messy picture book inside...

Li Yikai, a 28-year-old young and promising company director who suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder, hates two things in his life——

One is failure to keep time, including being late and working overtime without reason;

The second is that there are no rules, including the mess of appearance and work documents.

For a moment, Feng Xin and HR were slightly uncertain about Yuan Zhiming's appearance.

The air seemed stagnant.

Li Yikai was expressionless.

Then he turned around and returned to his original seat, put the computer on the table and aligned it parallel to the edge of the table, and nodded at the seat opposite him: "Sit down and finish the chat in 10 minutes."

"Ah? Oh, okay", Yuan Zhiming tore off his backpack and sat down.

The frosted glass door closed in front of Feng Xin and HR.

Both of them had a kind of tacit understanding on their faces—unreasonable and unexpected, but there were some small surprises that couldn't be shown.

Well known.

Li Yikai, a 28-year-old single, exquisite middle-class handsome gay, likes two types of men most in his life——

One is talent, especially in terms of artistic aesthetics;

The second is good-looking.

Yuan Zhiming sat across from Li Yikai. He had a fine nose, round lips, large eyes, light pupils, curly eyelashes and hair. He looked very harmless and pure.

He looked at Li Yikai with those pure and harmless eyes, and Li Yikai looked at him too.

After sitting down for 3 minutes, the two were relatively silent across the conference table.

One looked coldly, the other looked distracted, but they both waited for the other to start.

Li Yikai has interviewed countless designers with very different personalities, and this is the first time he has seen such a designer. He coughed lightly, lowered his eyelids: "Your shoelaces are untied."

Yuan Zhiming was stunned for a moment, and then said "Ah, thank you" in a low voice, then bent over and lowered his head to tie his shoelaces.

From Li Yikai's perspective, all he could see was a bunch of bulging clothes and a bunch of disheveled curly hair.

After rustling for a while, Yuan Zhiming sat back in his original position, lowered his head to make his face a little bloodshot, and the blush that had just faded came back.

Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, he pursed his lips, looked around aimlessly, then picked up the paper cup with the company logo on it, and began to drink water with his head up.

His complexion was fair, his neck was red from running, and his Adam's apple was quite obvious.

But it's a bit too ignorant...

"Do you know what you are interviewing for?"

"Cough cough cough..."

Li Yikai's icy voice sounded, Yuan Zhiming almost choked, swallowed quickly and said:

"Yeah, visual design, illustration direction, I know."

"Then let's talk directly about the work."

Li Yikai had already used all his patience. While speaking, he opened the file on the computer and projected the screen to the TV screen beside them.

That is Yuan Zhiming's collection of works.

Colors of dark red and bright orange reflected off the screen and reflected on the white conference table between the two.

Yuan Zhiming's Adam's apple moved again.

"Hmm..." He turned his head to look at the illustration, and began to speak sternly: "This one uses a more impactful color scheme, and the shape is mostly geometric triangles, trying to express a very aggressive vitality..."

Yuan Zhiming's voice was slightly lower, and it was a little hoarse when listened carefully, like a soft and thick oatmeal-colored sweater, mixed with a little grainy variegated color.

Ordinarily, with such a voice, it should be easy for people to substitute when talking about it, and the long-winded speech will not feel harsh and boring.

However, Li Yikai frowned after hearing a few sentences.

When Yuan Zhiming finished talking about the first picture and wanted to pick up the remote control and drag it to the next picture, Li Yikai leaned forward slightly and interrupted him:

"Wait a minute, can you tell me what brand and project this work is, why you choose this style, and what benefits will it bring to brand customers?"

Yuan Zhiming blinked his eyes quickly, and only said one brand name.

Then he scratched the hair on the back of his head and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I don't know anything else."

Quite honestly.

Li Yikai dragged to the next one: "What about this one?"

Yuan Zhiming smiled awkwardly: "I... forgot."

"Then what is your role in these projects? Just painting?" Li Yikai asked, leaning back in his chair, staring at Yuan Zhiming.

Yuan Zhiming blinked quickly: "Well, it's just drawing."

Li Yikai took a deep breath: "Understood."

He picked up the resume again: "So, in your commercial illustration projects, and before... you graduated from ArtCenter, didn't you have complete commercial design experience in this kind of study and work experience?"

Yuan Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips: "I major in art illustration."

"Then you should be an artist and hold art exhibitions instead of coming to our company for an interview," Li Yikai whispered, and sighed again, "I was looking at your portfolio, and frankly speaking, it's still very good-looking, but my project needs business A design that is both artistic and not a pair of hands that only know how to draw.”

Yuan Zhiming's eyes flickered, he lowered his head and whispered, "I know."

"But I draw really pretty..."

"What?" Li Yikai raised his head and asked, but he didn't hear clearly.

But Yuan Zhiming did not repeat, but took out his mobile phone, looked up at Li Yikai and said, "Can I leave a contact information with you? If there is a need for illustrations in the future... Well, if you need to draw, you can find I."

I have to admit that he is really good-looking. When looking at people from the bottom up, the curly hair and eyelashes are fighting and entangled, and the corners of the eyes are stained with red due to the reflection of the screen. It even looks a little pitiful... like a bunch of little sheep.

Li Yikai rubbed off the fingerprints on the black phone with his hand.

However, good looks will not affect Director Li's judgment. Even if it is an outsourced illustrator, based on the standards of the KL group, he will not find someone who can only draw.

You can't be relaxed at work just because you look pitiful.

Li Yikai has always had a clear division between work and life.

Just like he usually, even the mobile phone will be separated - the black one is for work, and the silver-gray one is for personal use.

So Li Yikai looked stern, took out a silver-gray mobile phone, clicked on the QR code and pushed it on the desktop of the person in front of him:

"Then you sweep me."

Yuan Zhiming quickly scanned the QR code, packed his things and left with his backpack.

Li Yikai couldn't hold back, and when he was about to get up, he said, "But I still suggest you to focus more, separate design and art."

Yuan Zhiming's hands paused, and he threw the huge backpack on his shoulders, lowered his head and said quickly: "Thank you for your suggestion. If I hold a solo exhibition, I will invite you."

There was no sound when the glass door closed, but Li Yikai was stunned by the slight movement.

He closed the computer, rubbed his nose and smiled.

The little sheep used to have horns.