Two-dimensional society may also fall in love!

Ruan Cunyun has been working for almost two weeks, and because of his outstanding performance, the tasks in his hands are no longer elementary and mindless tasks, and require him to learn new knowledge.

Ruan Cunyun readily accepted, as long as there are no annoying social interactions on weekends, Ruan Cunyun can do whatever he wants.

Returning home with a happy mood on Friday, Ruan Cunyun ordered a fried chicken takeaway with Coke, turned on the big screen, and watched the new guide very comfortably.

Ruan Cunyun swiped his phone with two minds, and it happened that Mr. Dan posted a new Weibo!

@BALLS: [Live tonight at 10 o'clock. 】

Wow!

Ruan Cunyun still had fried chicken oil in his hands, but he still stubbornly poked a reply on the screen with his clean little finger.

Teacher @BALLS cured my Yang tail: [Squat! ! !Ahhh, I can see the gods descending to earth again, woohoo!Does the teacher turn on the camera today_(:3」∠)_(Are you thinking of farting)]

Ruan Cunyun quickly received several replies.

[Did you buy a house in Teacher Egg's comment area?How long has your queen been out of business!Can you take a moment to be perfunctory to your own fans? ? ? 】

[Counting bacteria: This is the 1223rd day Yamei didn't wait for Teacher Dan's reply. 】

【Tooth, tell Dad, when will you live broadcast?When are you streaming?Teacher Egg has already broadcast live, why don't you live broadcast! 】

A lot of replies, no BALLS.

It's normal, I'm used to it.

Ruan Cunyun didn't bother to go back at all, he was in a turbulent mood now, he quickly cleaned up the unfinished fried chicken, and ordered another cup of milk tea, which he could drink while watching Teacher Dan's live broadcast at night.

This life, just think about it.

As the time moved toward nine o'clock, Ruan Cunyun squatted quietly in Teacher Dan's live broadcast room.

BALLS hasn't broadcasted live for a while, which is quite normal, because Mr. Dan's live broadcast depends on his mood, and the time is very random.

Her live broadcast room is as simple as her account number, with no camera, microphone, or even background music, and only the drawing software interface displayed on the screen.

Although her account is not warm, the things she draws are always lively and fragrant.

The more mysterious she is, the more everyone guesses, what will the person behind the screen look like?How old are you?What work do you do?

Of course, it's just a random imagination. The most important thing for a painter is her work, and the rest doesn't matter.

At exactly nine o'clock, the interface of the live broadcast room flashed, and a blank drawing board interface appeared.

Barrages surged up.

[Egg Rolls good evening! ! 】

【What are you drawing today? Can you draw something about that?That's the one. 】

[When will Teacher Egg's previous art collection be on sale again! ! !I didn't get it last time! ! 】

【Quietly watching the painting by the hand of God】

Ruan Cunyun's barrage also silently mixed into the tide of barrage.

As usual, several bold and capitalized characters appeared on the bulletin board.

[Lahei who gave the gift. 】

【23333, Mr. Egg is really not short of money. 】

[Other anchors: "Thank you XXX for the gift!" Teacher Egg: (shoots)]

This is the old rule of BALLS. Viewers watching the live broadcast can swipe barrage and chat, but they just cannot give her gifts.

Probably because she doesn't open the mic, doesn't thank the gift, and doesn't want to take money from fans.

Once before, Ruan Cunyun was too involved in watching it. He ordered a gift of 100 yuan excitedly, but was blocked by the live broadcast room.

After 10 minutes, he received a private message for a refund, and Ruan Cunyun had to re-register a live platform account.

This feeling of being blocked by a teacher you like is really damn fascinating.

Mrs. Dan started drafting, and the first round of "what to draw today" quiz began on the barrage.

Ruan Cunyun happily bet with other audience members when his phone vibrated suddenly.

——It must be Xu Feifei, probably because no one plays games with him at night.

However, the big words "Sister Rain" scared Ruan Cunyun's soul away. It was so late, why did the leader call him!

Social fear is most afraid of answering the phone, Ruan Cunyun took a deep breath, and answered it before the other party got impatient, respectfully: "Sister Rain, good evening, what's the matter?"

Sister Rain's voice was very anxious: "It's like this. There is a client who is in a hurry to ask for a contract, but my daughter is sick, and her father is on a business trip, so I can't leave. Could you please help me to go to the company to take out the contract, tomorrow Send it out in the morning? I'll help you calculate overtime pay, it's really troublesome."

Ruan Cunyun hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll get it now, and I'll tell you when it's mailed tomorrow, don't worry."

Sister Rain breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you very much, I will send you the customer address in a while."

Ruan Cunyun asked an important question: "Is the company locked now? Do I need to find the administrator?"

Sister Rain said: "Mr. Qin occasionally works overtime until very late, so the doors of the Science and Technology Department floor are not locked, you can just swipe your card to get in."

Ruan Cunyun nodded: "Okay, I understand, I hope your daughter recovers soon."

Sister Rain thanked her with a smile and hung up the phone.

In the world of social animals, work comes so unexpectedly.

Ruan Cunyun is the newest Xiaobai, it is understandable for everyone to ask him for help.

Anyway, Teacher Dan's live broadcast can be watched on the road, Ruan Cunyun didn't find it too troublesome, he picked up the unopened milk tea and set off.

Ruan Cunyun was sitting on the subway watching Teacher Dan's live broadcast, chatting happily in the barrage.

Arriving at the company, the Science and Technology Department was indeed not closed as Ms. Rain said, half of the lights in the office area were on, and the entire floor was empty.

Ruan Cunyun approached the desk while watching the live broadcast, the angle of view changed, and another figure was caught out of the corner of his eye.

President Qin is still here!

Ruan Cunyun was taken aback, and quickly stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket.

Qin Fanglu leaned loosely on his swivel chair, lowered his head and concentrated on writing something.

Help, Mr. Qin really manages a lot of things every day, and he works until late at night on Friday. He is indeed an outstanding young entrepreneur!

Ruan Cunyun threw himself to the ground.

Ruan Cunyun's movement of flipping through the documents was a bit loud, but Qin Fanglu still noticed him.

Qin Fanglu actually wore a pair of black thin-rimmed glasses. He looked much younger, like a taciturn student bully in a high school class.

It seems that he has not yet withdrawn from the deep and focused work, the lens has weakened the sharpness of his eyes, and the half-dimmed light makes his figure soft.

There was a trace of searching in Qin Fanglu's gaze, Ruan Cunyun's throat was light, and he took the initiative to explain: "I'm here to help Sister Rain get a document."

"Hmm." Qin Fanglu nodded lazily in response, his guttural voice was low.

Ruan Cunyun's scalp was numb, partly because of nervousness, and partly because Qin Fanglu in front of him felt strange to him.

Qin Fanglu was full of joyful laziness.

Casual, languid, content, like some kind of big cat eating in its nest, caring nothing for anything else.

There are some subtle differences from the usual meticulous elite image, I can't say where the difference is, in short, the temperament is somewhat different.

President Qin is not mutated, is he?Like a parasitic beast, it will suddenly attack him.

Ruan Cunyun shrank his neck and speeded up the search for the documents. He wanted to leave this place quickly.

found it!

Ruan Cunyun was so happy that he picked up the file and wanted to run away.

"Ruan Cunyun, come here."

The deep voice of the devil suddenly sounded from behind.

Ruan Cunyun froze, turned around slowly, and moved towards Qin Fanglu resignedly.

Mr. Qin wouldn't grab him and throw him away, would he?

No, no, be realistic... Boss Qin will not ask him to accompany him to work overtime at night!

The author has something to say:

"We still don't know what the boss did that day"