star hunter

①Modern technology

On the eve of the establishment of the Special Population Supervision Office, various preparatory work is in full swing.

However, for the selected leadership team, those trivial matters will not bother them. For them, what they need urgently is to quickly connect themselves with this wider world.

Zhong Yuncong believes that the first priority for these guys who have been out of touch with the outside world for many years to get started without any obstacles is to learn modern office.

Although it is foreseeable that in this department, the father does not love the mother and the mother does not love the mother, and the status is awkward, but it is still a formal job, and it is hard to get it. In the future, there will be opportunities to go abroad, but sitting in the office and commanding remotely will not be rare.

In this way, they must learn to use modern communication tools, especially Huo Jing and Su Xian, the chief and deputy directors.

Zhong Yuncong submitted an application form to the higher authorities, and set up a special training class for them to ensure that they can start working immediately after the establishment of the Special Prison Office.

"Study hard," Zhong Yuncong encouraged Su Xian, "When you learn it, I will give you a red envelope!"

Su Xian was puzzled: "Huh? It's not Chinese New Year yet."

Zhong Yuncong was overjoyed at being teased by him: "It's not stipulated that you can only send hair after the New Year, right? Anyway, come on!"

"Oh," Su Xian nodded because he didn't understand, "I will try my best."

The training class was closed and lasted for two weeks. Zhong Yun didn't feel anything from the beginning. During this time, he had nothing to do and he had a lot of free time, so he decided to indulge in games and waste his life.

It was only half of the time, and his enthusiasm for the game was almost exhausted, and then he found that it was more interesting to be addicted to Su Xian.

He has long equipped Su Xian with a full set of the latest electronic equipment, including mobile phones and computers, but he seems not quite used to the touch screen mode before, only limited to making and receiving calls and sending and receiving text messages. On the other hand, he held an evasive attitude of respect and insensitivity.

Zhong Yuncong helped him get off WeChat and applied for an account, but he hasn't used it yet.

Zhong Yuncong originally wanted to call, but considering that it was in a closed mode and it was broad daylight, he was afraid of disturbing him, so he changed his mind and edited a text message.

——How are you doing these days?

Su Xian's reply was half an hour later, he was probably busy before, Zhong Yuncong heard the phone vibrate, so he clicked on it quickly.

--good.

He was a little disappointed, the answer was too simple, right?

But he knows that guy very well, he has always found it troublesome to type, and he has always been able to do as little as possible. It can be said that he cherishes words like gold.

Zhong Yuncong sent another one.

——Still in class?

- Resting.

This time it was quite fast.

Zhong Yun got down from here, crackling and weaving another thread.

——Then can't you type a few more words?

He waited for a while, and the other side finally replied, but this time there were really a few more words.

——It’s time to go to class again...

This string of ellipsis inexplicably hit Zhong Yuncong's sweet spot. He seemed to be able to see Su Xian's embarrassment, so he couldn't help but smile, cursing to himself that the time for the training get out of class was too short, while typing.

"Forget it, go ahead." Before he could send this sentence, his phone vibrated again, and then he saw a message on the display indicating that he had a WeChat message.

Zhong Yuncong thought that someone was looking for him for something, but turned to the WeChat page and saw that it was Su Xian's never-used account that sent a message.

Zhong Yuncong was shocked.

But what surprised him even more was that what he sent was not just a simple WeChat message, but a red envelope.

It is also equipped with the word "good".

Zhong Yuncong stared at the WeChat red envelope for a long time, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have said that he would send him a red envelope when he learned it.

So... what's going on now?

Before he sent out the red envelope, he received Su Xian's red envelope first.

Zhong Yuncong didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

He simply asked him on WeChat how he learned it. Su Xian said that he learned it from Ren Jie, because that guy gave Rou Rou a red envelope every three days.

"It's pretty easy." This is a voice message.

Zhong Yuncong found it funny even more, and also replied a voice message: "You are really learning and selling."

"I just don't know if it's useful?" After learning the pronunciation, Su Xian was not so concise, Zhong Yuncong muttered: "I guess you will be able to check the emoji with me in two days..."

Su Xian, who is very eager to learn, immediately asked: "What are emoticons?"

Two days later, Zhong Yuncong choked speechlessly in front of the screen full of panda and mushroom head emojis, and really wanted to give himself a mouthful of eloquence.

This is too fast to integrate... It seems that the emoji really transcends the existence of eras and generation gaps.

He issued a warning: "If you swipe the screen again, you will be blocked!"

In the end, Su Xian returned a JPG of "Don't leave after school, if you have a kind, follow me to the canteen".

Zhong Yuncong was finally overwhelmed by his gallery: "... Hand over all your emoticons, and I'll think about it."

As a result, the guy returned a three-in-a-row JPG of rejection—"No, no, get out."

Zhong Yun hastily blocked him.

In the end, it was only after Su Xian borrowed Ren Jie's account, bombed the tenth company with red envelopes, and handed over all the emoji package resources at hand, that the reconciliation was considered.

②Drunk

Zhong Yuncong was very surprised to find that Su Xian's alcohol capacity was very poor, basically three drinks must be poured.

And three glasses of beer.

Speaking of which, when he was in Mengchuan, alcohol was considered a luxury. He almost never saw Su Xian drinking, but he never thought that he was so incapable of drinking.

The first time I had a drink was shortly after the establishment of the Special Prison Office, a dinner was held in the department, and as the deputy director and special advisor, they all participated.

Tobacco and alcohol are naturally indispensable for a party with a majority of men. They are all important figures in the Special Prison Office, so there are naturally many people who toast.

Zhong Yuncong's drinking capacity is not very good, but it's not bad. In addition to the first gathering among colleagues, he has no airs and basically refuses all comers.

The situation on Su Xian's side is similar, he himself has a very friendly attitude, clinking glasses with people very readily, when the big guy is full of praise, Deputy Su, who has drunk three glasses of beer, suddenly pours down .

At first, I was frightened by him, thinking that something was wrong, but after careful inspection, it was really not an emergency—it was just a simple inability to drink.

The people present were all silent, and after a while, they burst out into neat laughter as if they had a tacit understanding.

Zhong Yuncong was also included.

However, Su Xian's capacity for alcohol is poor, but his wine quality is not bad. He doesn't make trouble when he's drunk, and doesn't even sleep. He just sits quietly, his eyes are blurred, and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

Seeing his appearance, Zhong Yun only felt that he was easy to bully, but he had inherited his excellent virtue of being stubborn. No matter how you asked him, he insisted that he was not drunk.

"You really don't need me to help you?"

"No, I'm not drunk, I can walk by myself."

Zhong Yun, who was rejected, watched the calm and composed person walking back steadily, and then bumped into a wall.

Zhong Yuncong laughed angrily at him.

After finally taking him back to the residence, he threw him on the bed. The sweaty Zhong Yuncong didn't bother to care about him anymore, and went straight to the bathroom: "Lie down obediently, I'm going to take a shower."

Unexpectedly, that guy was restless at all, and immediately jumped out of bed, muttering while taking off his coat.

"I also want to rush...together?"

Zhong Yuncong almost thought he was hallucinating. Speaking of which, he would occasionally tease Su Xian in this way in normal times. Of course, he was coldly rejected every time.

I thought he was thin-skinned, but when he got drunk, his true colors were revealed.

Zhong Yuncong folded his arms with a feeling of revenge, and coldly returned the word "scroll" to him.

But he really underestimated the thickness of Su Xian's face when he was drunk. Not only did he not get out, but he even clung to him and leaned into his ear: "Let's go together?"

How do you say something?Without morals, anything is possible.

So in the end he was allowed to succeed.

It's just that when he woke up the next day, when he mentioned it again, Su Xian looked like he had lost his memory: "Ah? Is there such a thing?"

Zhong Yuncong gritted his teeth in anger, determined to beat him up the next time he was drunk.

He doesn't remember anyway, does he?

③painting

Su Xian finds that Zhong Yuncong has become more and more strange recently.

After work, I spend almost all my free time in the study, and even have to shout several times to eat.

"What are you busy with?" He finally couldn't help asking, Zhong Yuncong, who was cooking rice, visibly froze, and almost choked on the food, while Su Xian was speechless, he still handed over a bowl of soup.

Finally calmed down, Zhong Yuncong continued to bury his head in his meal, and had no intention of answering questions at all.

Su Xian wasn't sure if he had really forgotten or was pretending to be dead, so he frowned and repeated it again. Zhong Yuncong stopped the hand holding the bowl and chopsticks, and then gave a perfunctory "ah".

"Oh, that's right," he stammered, "I've been... drawing..."

Su Xian raised half of his eyebrows: "What is the painting? Why don't you let me see it?"

Zhong Yuncong picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "I see that you are not very proficient in art and not very interested, so..."

"Oh, really?" Su Xian sneered, "Then anyone who drew flowers and plants would come to me for praise before?"

Zhong Yuncong continued to play dumb: "Who is it? Why are you so blind?"

Su Xian put down the bowl and chopsticks and stared at him expressionlessly.

Zhong Yuncong was stunned by his stare: "Yes, is there something wrong?"

Su Xian said coldly: "Hand it over."

Zhong Yuncong broke out in cold sweat: "What do you pay...?"

"Don't play dumb for me!" Su Xian was angry, "You must be doing something shameful... Do you think you can hide it from me?"

Zhong Yun never said a word.

Su Xian continued to threaten: "If you don't take the initiative to confess, don't blame me for going to collect the evidence myself?"

Zhong Yuncong had no choice but to let go: "...then I'll show you, don't be angry."

Su Xian swore: "Never get angry."

As it turned out, the guy's words were not to be trusted.

After Zhong Yuncong showed his latest masterpiece, Su Xian's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he almost got all the rainbow colors.

"Zhong Yuncong," he laughed angrily, "what else do you want to say?"

Zhong Yuncong pointed to his painting expectantly: "What do you think? Is my painting not good?!"

Su Xian took a deep breath, but still couldn't suppress the anger, and squeezed out words one by one from between his teeth: "Drawing more clothes, will it tire you?"

Zhong Yun muttered in a low voice: "But what I want to draw is you without clothes..."

In this oil painting that is about to be completed, under the bright sun is a field of green flowers, and on the green grass is a sleeping naked/handsome man with a calm face.

The colors are soft and balanced, the brush strokes are relaxed and casual, and the picture is full of beauty. Even if the person in the painting is naked/naked, it will not make people have any immoral associations, but reveals a sense of tranquility and holiness.

Su Xian's temples throbbed, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Ahem, I don't have any other intentions, I just want to draw the Sleeping Beauty in my heart..." He muttered softly, "Actually, I really want you to be my model, but I know it's impossible, so I have to rely on my memory It's drawn...it should be close, right?"

Zhong Yuncong's words really added fuel to the fire, Su Xian flew over with a cold look, and he shut his mouth embarrassingly.

There was an awkward silence in the study for a while.

"Actually, nudity is nothing to those of us who study painting," Zhong Yuncong said again after a while, "I think when I was studying in the Academy of Fine Arts, I didn't know that I had seen or painted How many mannequins, both men and women..."

Unexpectedly, his explanation made Su Xian even more annoyed: "Have you seen many people?"

Zhong Yuncong keenly sensed something was wrong, and quickly defended: "It's not what you think... Everyone is for art, and they are all pure. I look at them as if I look at pork!"

Su Xian looked indifferent.

Zhong Yuncong scratched his head: "However, their figures are not as good as yours, don't worry!"

Su Xian: "..."

After a while, he glanced at the painting, turned and walked out: "Okay, since you like it, then keep it. But..." Don't let me see it.

After thinking about it, he still didn't say the second half of the sentence.

It's just that he still underestimated someone's ability to push forward.

"Really?!" Zhong Yuncong yelled happily, "Then can I hang it in the bedroom?"

Su Xian turned his head, his eyes piercing like icy edges: "How dare you?!"

Zhong Yuncong wisely shut his mouth.

In fact, he still wanted to ask: "Then can I continue to draw you without clothes in the future?"

After thinking about it, he swallowed the question back.

Just paint secretly, just don't let him know.

The author has something to say:

Originally, I thought that the extra chapter was almost done, but I reminded it in the comment area, I seem to have forgotten Yingying’s ending... Then I will add another chapter about Yingying and her father Xie Cheng_(:з」∠)_