I heard someone wants to raise me

In the second week after the start of the transfer, the media competition began to publicize and the voting channel was opened.

Officially, it is called a media competition. In fact, it is a star exhibition competition in the final analysis. It is participated by the top ten teams in the previous season. There are no awards or bonuses, but the fans are happy to watch.

Because it's an exhibition match, the players won't take it too seriously. Some flashy styles of play are the most popular here, such as Lin Feng.

His style of play seems to be very technically demanding, very visually stimulating, the real "PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds", people can't help but scream, but it is actually not very useful in the game, and Jing Xiuzhu ruthlessly called it: Fancy dishes.

Jing Xiuzhu has stood at the top of the game since his debut. Whether it's the strongest duo with Yuan Sheng or the ecstasy style of play with his senior brother, they are the most edited and discussed every year.

Because Jing Xiuzhu can be regarded as the senior of everyone in this game. Although he is not necessarily older than the others, he has the deepest qualifications and holds the most champions. It is unambiguous to ridicule people.

Every year, the fans of various companies point to the exhibition games to revel, especially this year FRG has a disastrous record, and everyone is waiting to see their jokes and see if they will lose ugly again in the exhibition games.

Hu Lijin held the document and hung his head in dejection. He really didn't want to see Ning Jianjing. After offending him last time, he always felt that everything was going wrong for him.

First, his favorite stinky tofu in the cafeteria was gone, and he made all kinds of things he didn't like in different ways one by one. Even the fruits were replaced with apples and sugar cane, which he hated the most.

Next, he found that his clothes had an inexplicable smell of durian, and everyone looked at him with weird eyes, as if he went to the toilet and got stuck in his pants.

He really... can't figure it out.

Hu Lijin lay on the desk with a dead face, pretending to be a dead dog, Wen Cheng patted him on the shoulder, "Fox, what are you doing?"

Hu Lijin knocked his head on the table and shook his head, "I'm going to tell the boss about your going to the media exhibition this time."

"Then you're not going?"

"Wencheng, let me ask you." Hu Lijin raised his head abruptly, grabbed Wencheng's next door with both hands nimbly, pinched him so that his teeth grinned, and asked seriously: "Is the boss going to fire me?"

Wen Cheng was stunned: "No, no."

Hu Lijin pinched Wen Cheng's arm and shook it vigorously, "Then you said that I have been so miserable recently, did he deliberately punish me! It must be revenge for scolding him that day, ah ah ah ah ah if I knew He's the boss and I wouldn't scold him, it's all Jing Xiuzhu's fault."

Wen Cheng let out a chuckle and escaped from his fingers. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jing Xiuzhu's voice from outside the door: "What's wrong with me?"

Hu Lijin leaned back on the table and pretended to be a dead dog: "... I... want... to... send... documents... to... the boss..."

Jing Xiuzhu walked over, reached out to pick it up in doubt, looked at it, and flipped through it casually: "What's wrong?"

"Tell me, is the boss going to fire me? Can he just give me an accurate statement, let me kill me with one knife, so that there is a knife hanging on my forehead and I don't know when it will fall. It's really scary..." Hu Lijin wailed, scratching the table like a dog.

Jing Xiuzhu threw down the document and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he won't fire you, the kid is just playing with his temper, ignore him."

Hu Lijin keenly sensed something was wrong, raised his head to stare at Jing Xiuzhu, leaned over and dragged out his voice: "...Huh?"

Jing Xiuzhu frowned and leaned back on the chair: "What are you doing?"

"How do you know he's joking around? Also, childish temper?" Hu Lijin bullied Jing Xiuzhu in a cheap way, and laughed: "The tone is wrong, Captain Jing, to be honest! Are you..."

Jing Xiuzhu raised his hand and waved him aside, and snorted coldly: "That little bastard will take revenge on me, but I know it all too well, a smile is poisonous, it looks fair and cut, it's all black, and there are hairs in the hair. Be careful, little brat."

Hu Lijin looked at him strangely, and always felt that in Jing Xiuzhu's few words, there was a bit of gnashing of teeth hidden, and a bit of admiration and pampering, as if his child's trick-or-treating skills were level ten, and Xiong's parents were so proud that they flew up.

"I say……"

"He's going out at night, probably..." Jing Xiuzhu tilted his head, glanced at the clock on the wall, and said, "Two ten minutes, hang on for a while, and you really should get out."

Hu Lijin wailed, grabbed the documents, and Chao Ning saw Jingjing's office with heavy footsteps and moved quickly.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

Hu Lijin pushed open the door, took a deep breath, and peeked inside.

Ning Jianjing was half lying on a large chair, with bamboo shoots in his arms, and his legs were on the desk to play with his mobile phone. He seemed to be in a good mood, and he probably wouldn't be targeted if he went in now.

"Boss, there are still four days left for the star exhibition competition. This is our team's entry list. Take a look."

Ning saw Jing Jing without raising his head and said "um", buried his head and didn't know what he was doing on the phone, and took the time to answer: "Just ask Jing Xiuzhu, isn't he the captain, and I don't know how to play games, oh By the way, let him cheer."

Hu Lijin wiped off his sweat, said yes tremblingly, handed over another folder, and said, "This is our team's new team uniform for next season, please take a look."

Ning Jianjing still didn't look up, and said with a "hmm", "Leave it alone."

Hu Lijin said in a low voice: "You have to review this as soon as possible, and start working on it after it's finalized. Team Jing will take pictures in a few days."

Ning Jianjing raised his head this time, and glanced at his hand, "Bring it to me to have a look."

Seeing him look up, Hu Lijin hastily held it in both hands and handed it over, until the pair of slender white and slender fingertips picked it up loosely, and casually flipped through two pages of design drafts before he heaved a sigh of relief.

Ning Jianjing propped his chin with his left hand, and turned one page, then another, with his right hand.

There are three team uniforms, trousers, tops and jackets. The design drafts look similar, except for a few changes in color, nothing new.

Ning Jianjing pondered for a while, leaned back in his chair and looked at Hu Lijin for a while, until he was sweating coldly, and then asked slowly: "Who designed these manuscripts?"

Hu Lijin wiped off his cold sweat again. He really couldn't figure out what the little boss was thinking, so he could only answer cautiously: "Yes...we hired a designer to design it. Yes, do you have any questions?"

Ning saw the words rolling on the tip of his tongue a few times, and said euphemistically: "What did this design draft go through to make such an ugly dress? This, like black and white is impermanent, intends to seduce the soul. And this, this green Gray and white, tortoise shell? Tsk, no wonder FRG lost, I feel dizzy just looking at it."

Hu Lijin raised his head to take a look, and it seemed that what he said made sense, but... but the team uniforms of all the teams were almost the same, and they all looked like this, but he was not sure what Ning Jianjing meant.

Hu Lijin thought for a while, and said cautiously: "If you think it's not good-looking, then let's change to another one? There are still a few days left, I have time, I..."

Ning Jianjing roughly flipped through the design draft and threw it on the corner of the table: "No need."

"Ah, ah?" Hu Lijin was stunned for a second, "Then...then..."

They can't still wear last year's old team uniforms, right? This year, a not-so-reputable company got caught up in lawsuits and withdrew its investment in FRG. The team uniforms have elements of them and must be replaced.

Hu Lijin looked at Ning Jianjing's face, and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he asked cautiously, "Mr. Ning?"

Ning Jianjing put his legs back on the table, crossed them lazily, picked up his phone and said, "Go out."

Hu Lijin still wanted to talk, but Ning saw that Jing obviously didn't intend to talk to him anymore, so he had no choice but to back out, and couldn't help but look him up when he went out the door.

"and many more."

"Ning, Mr. Ning, do you have any orders?"

Ning Jianjing propped his chin and thought for a while, then asked: "You just said that Jing Xiuzhu is going to play a game, where is it?"

Hu Lijin hurriedly said, "Jiangcheng."

Ning Jianjing let out a thoughtful "uh", stretched out his hand to open the drawer, flipped through it twice, and then threw his ID card on the table: "Book more tickets, I'll go too."

Hu Lijin's eyes darkened.

Oh my god, let a thunder strike this annoying little boss to death.

After Hu Lijin went out in tears, Ning Jianjing crossed his legs, opened WeChat, found the box with the note that it was Chen Xin, and clicked in.

——Beauty, do you have a brush?

Chen Xin was reading a novel bored, when a message popped up suddenly, he was taken aback, seeing that it was Ning Jianjing, he hurriedly replied.

Chen Xin: Can colored pencils be used?

——Yes, can I trouble you to bring it up for me?Thank you.

Chen Xin quickly looked through the cabinet, and happened to have a box of 48-color colored pencils here, so she carried it to him.

"Mr. Ning, what do you want colored pencils for?"

Ning Jianjing looked up at her, his eyes slightly bent: "Secret."

Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, blushing and stammering, "Well, well, if you have nothing to say, Mr. Ning, I... I'll go down first."

"Go."

Chen Xin exhaled quietly, and only after leaving the office did she cover her heart carefully, suppressing the screaming in her heart. Mr. Ning's smile looks really good.

No wonder Team Jing still misses him after all these years.

Chen Xin turned her head, and secretly looked at Ning Jianjing, who was drooping and tearing down the paintbrush, through the gap in the window. His hands were thin and white, and they seemed to be pampered at first glance. His half-hanging face couldn't see the expression, but because of this action, The lines of the neck appear to be supple and thought-provoking.

Ning Jianjing took out a piece of A4 paper, twirled the pencil around his fingertips, and lightly touched the snow-white paper, then stretched out his hand to pick up the original design draft.

Jing Xiuzhu is wearing the team uniform he designed.

Ning Jianjing put his left hand on his chin and let out a low "huh", took out his mobile phone to find the search interface, entered the three words Jing Xiuzhu, and a lot of news popped up immediately, he scrolled down and found the promotions from previous years According to.

The team promotional photos of the five members, single photos, and Jing Xiuzhu's postures are different, but the eyes are the same as always looking down on all beings, as if a general who has fought for decades, trampled on the corpses on the ground, is still unrivaled in bravery.

Ning Jianjing stretched out his hand and touched Jing Xiuzhu on the screen, covering his eyes, only showing his slightly pursed lips, the side of his neck slightly tensed, his left hand holding his right wrist, standing slightly obliquely, wearing a team uniform It's not neat, it's just on the shoulders.

"I really want to crush your pride."

The author has something to say: Lord Ning

Team Jing had something to say: "I know that little bastard will retaliate, I know too well, a smile is poisonous, he looks white and cuts, it's all black, and there are eyes in his hair, little brat."

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