Slime and Cardboard

71

The stamina of the red wine dominated the entire morning of the technical director.The president thought his condition had changed, so he dragged him to the hospital.Before leaving, Sister An ruthlessly smiled away the technical director's plea for help.

"Come back soon, baby girl~" Sister An narrowed her eyes and waved her hands.

Is there a mistake?I'm afraid I drank fake wine by myself last night?

The doctor ruthlessly revealed that his pneumonia is basically cured, did he drink too much yesterday?It's absurd to drink alcohol when you're sick, and you're not too young.

The president looked at the technical director blankly.

"I... just couldn't sleep last night. I wanted to drink some wine to help me sleep. I didn't expect the red wine to have such a strong aftertaste, hehehehehehehe." The technical director had no choice but to bite the bullet and pretend to be stupid.

The president snorted: "You are at ease."

72

Two days later, the technical director recovered completely and moved back to his home.From this time on, the president ran to his house every three days, as if he was seriously worried that he would die quietly at home.The technical director was very helpless, so he simply stocked up a lot of new games, and played two games together when people came.Once he got so carried away that it was three o'clock in the morning after clearing the customs, so he left the president to stay and made a floor bunk next to him - anyway, the serious "bed" here is just a mattress.Once, there are two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight countless times.

73

In the early spring, it is the day when the company organizes an annual outing.In previous years, nine out of ten technical directors took sick leave, and the leave rate of the entire technical department was much higher than that of other departments.It seems that these programmers have been holding back their illness for a year, and they get together to live together.

Dead house perspective: travel = waste of time & energy & money

But this year is different, full attendance at the historic moment!The administrative email said: This year's travel destination is Japan, and the president is accompanying the technical department.

Dead house perspective: Japan travel = wife wife wife wife wife x + ∞

ah!Heaven!you are so close!

oh!Life!you are so beautiful!

So a group of dead houses filled a minicomputer.

Because it is a small plane, it is only divided into two areas, and there are not many business class seats separated by the curtain on the nose.Of course the president sat there, and the others avoided him automatically.The technical director went out late and was the last one to get on the plane out of breath.The president waved at him naturally.The technical director sat down next to him.

The flight attendant warmly greeted the new passenger, and the technical director asked for a glass of water.

Seeing him calm down, the president handed over his unused glass of water: "Traffic jam?"

The technical director took it and drank it down: "It's late," he cheered up, "Sony's press conference last night! It's a pity to miss it!"

After yawning, the technical director said, "Oh, I'm so sleepy." He tilted his head and closed his eyes.

The president took the glass of water from the stewardess who was belatedly arriving, and motioned for her to leave.He helplessly covered the technical director with a blanket and looked at him thoughtfully.

The technical director's fingers rubbed slightly anxiously under the blanket.

74

Tokyo is not far away, just three hours away.

While waiting for the luggage stall, the little niece mysteriously pulled the technical director aside.

"We are going to Akihabara," said the little niece.

"Okay, I'll go too." The technical director said inexplicably.

The programmers glanced at the president who was standing alone not far away.

"Go, take on the responsibility of the boss!" The little niece smiled and patted the technical director on the shoulder.

This responsibility... is a bit heavy...

The programmers collectively looked at their boss with puppy-like eyes.

The president looked in their direction.

The programmers fell apart in an instant, their eyes diverged, they chatted awkwardly in twos and threes, or found something for themselves to do.

The technical director sighed, and walked over to meet the president's gaze.During these few steps, he carefully chose his words.

After standing in front of people, he opened his mouth and chose a straight ball: "They want to go to Akihabara, if you don't want to go, I can accompany you..."

The president interrupted him: "Go."

"Akihabara?" The technical director was a little stunned.

The president nodded and walked a few steps towards the crowd.He explained to his little niece: "Purchase a few buses."

Programmers cheered.

Mr. President, he is really an upright man with a golden halo behind him!

75

After the brigade arrived in Akihabara, they split up.

The little niece said hello and was about to leave.

"It's not good for you, a little girl, to act alone." The technical director thought of the boss of the newsstand, and became an uncle.

"Don't waste my time, I have a lot to buy," the little niece said impatiently, and said with a smirk, "Why don't we go together?"

"Goodbye, it's better not to leave, pay attention to safety, and call me if you need anything." The technical director said simply.

The little niece bounced and walked away.

The president asked puzzledly, "What is delay?"

"Uh... that's it," the technical director slapped his head, "Damn... the romance of a single girl! That's right!"

The president looked at the man immersed in the "I'm such a smart ghost" emotion with a worried look.

76

Visiting Akihabara with the CEO originally had a little emotional impact on the performance of the technical director.However, it didn't take long, since the technical director ran into No.30's five wives in the window, he fell into a carnival of paper people. Humanoid excavators swept the store ruthlessly, and the president followed his fate.

By the time the technical director felt that his calf was about to cramp, and his ankle seemed to be hung with lead, it was already neon lights.After checking the time on the phone, my stomach belatedly whimpered continuously.

"Dinner." The president's hand was full of handbags, all of which were gaudy patterns of two-thorned salamanders.

The technical director wakes up like a dream, buying the madman and actually using the president as a shelf, it's a crime.The mix and match of the upright, air-conditioned youth and the two-handed salamander handbag attracts attention.The technical director quickly took the bag.The president didn't insist, and walked to the nearest street restaurant with empty hands and a relaxed body.

As soon as the door was opened, two rows of maids pretended to bow and shouted in unison: "Master Gou sama, oh Kailinasai."

The president paused and frowned.The technical director who followed him almost bumped into him. Realizing that he had entered a maid cafe, he suppressed a smirk and urged solemnly, "Let's go, I'm starving to death."

The maid graciously led them to a table, ordered them, but did not leave, and actively led the two to interact.But it feels more inclined to the president, it should not be an illusion.

The technical director sighed, thinking that he could go to Zhihu to answer "what is it like to be handsome" instead of him later.

The omelet rice is here.The maid skillfully and enthusiastically painted hearts with ketchup, but her face was slightly red.Finally, he put the plate of omelet rice in front of the president, and said, please enjoy, master.

I'm still here, don't be so obvious.The technical director complained a few words, the maid's professional quality passed the test, and she came back with a smile.

The president didn't touch the plate at all.The maid asked worriedly if it was not to my liking.The technical director held back, saying that he was shy.

The maid blinked, took a spoonful of omelet rice, and brought it to the president's mouth.The president blocked it subconsciously, and the spoon fell to the ground.The atmosphere was awkward for a while.The president's face was dark and his hands were stiff.The maid also became serious, with worry written all over her face, anxious to defend herself.

The technical director comforted her and let her go down first.Then he said to the president: "She was apologizing to you just now, saying that she just did that to please the guests, and there was no other meaning. I told her that you were shy, so she would want to be more proactive. I'm sorry, I was just joking, I didn't mean to make you unhappy."

The president said: "I'm not unhappy. I too...subconsciously did that."

Having said that, the two lost interest in eating and hurried back to the hotel.

77

The technical director reflected in his room, and couldn't even get up the energy to open the handbag to welcome his wives.

The internal line rang, and the president asked him to go up.

He hung up the phone and honestly went to the executive suite on the top floor.The CEO was sitting on the tatami by the window, and the coffee table next to him was filled with exquisite Japanese food for two.

"Sit." The president said concisely.

The technical director sat down in silence.

"I'm not full, let's go together." The president said and put a piece of salmon into the plate of the person opposite.

The technical director was indeed still hungry, so the two of them started to eat sullenly without acknowledging his kindness.

After eating almost, the technical director said: "Actually, I feel very embarrassed today. I dragged you around Akihabara and left unpleasant memories in the maid cafe. You should be unhappy all day."

Hearing this, the president put down his chopsticks and said, "I didn't force myself, I didn't like it, and I didn't hate it either. It's interesting to see things you don't understand," he sighed, and then said, "I really talk more and more when I'm with you. More and more."

The technical director still feels very guilty, and after hearing this, he feels that he has caused trouble to others."So don't force yourself," he said.

"There are more and more things I want to say and have to say."

The technical director looked at the opposite person suspiciously.

"Correct your wording." The president smiled briefly.

A glimpse.The technical director also chuckled twice as if he was pardoned.

The president opened a bottle of sake and poured two glasses.The two sat side by side, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, having a drink.The scene of the city lit up under the night is calming, and there is silence for a while, and several glasses of wine are downed.Looking at the Tokyo Tower not far away, the technical director said, "It would be nice if summer came."

"How to say?"

"There is a firework festival in summer," the technical director described intoxicatedly, "The fireworks are beautiful! The atmosphere is also good! Let me tell you, you must come and see it if you have the chance!"

The president said: "You speak Japanese very well. Do you often come to Japan?"

The technical director paused for a short while, and gave an excuse with a smile: "Because it's a dead house, there's no way~"

The president clinked glasses with him, and drank a few empty bottles.The president went to order room service.

Not long after, the waiter came up, preparing mulled wine, and the surface was filled with hot mist.

"It's cold." The president added.

The technical director holds the cup in both hands, and uses it as a small heater.The entrance is spicy and sweet, with the taste of cinnamon, very comfortable.

The technical director saw a flickering fire in a small park not far away, which looked like... a fairy wand?He curiously pointed it out to the president.The president's face is not very good.

The waiter who was clearing the table also noticed it, and said apologetically, "Ah, fireworks are set off for private reasons in downtown Tokyo, and the specified types can only be set off in a specified place and in a specified way, so it can only be arranged like this. Sorry. It's not enough to fully meet this gentleman's request."

Because he was speaking in Japanese, the president asked, "What did he say?"

The technical director understood, and replied: "Nothing, I just asked if I want to add more orders, and recommended a few dishes."

The president said no.The waiter packed up and left.

The fairy wands in the small park are still barking.The technical director pretended to be casual and said: "Ah, by the way, you know that Tokyo also has a burning ban, so those who are greedy for fun can enjoy themselves in the small park that is allowed like this." He then sighed, "But it's also quite interesting. Fairy wands of this size are relatively rare, right?"

The president was a little embarrassed, pretending nothing happened, and nodded in agreement.

The fairy stick was left on for more than half an hour.The gentleman who specifically requested this service gave a five-star negative review in his heart.It's really pitiful for the waiters in suits and leather shoes who are running and changing formations in the small park in winter.

78

The mobile phone on the dining table buzzed and vibrated for a long time, and the screen displayed a missed call, three incoming calls, followed by an unread text message.

The two people in this room are busy with other things and have no time to take care of them.

The technical director was deceived by the warm and sweet taste of the mulled wine and drank a lot.The stamina is only late, never absent.He was so drunk that he was incapacitated and would just vomit.Not only did he vomit all over himself, but he also picked up the innocent CEO.I was in a good mood tonight, and with sake and red wine mixed in, the president didn't feel much better, so he forced himself to take off the filthy clothes of the two of them.During the period, the technical director also went berserk for a while, lying on the bed and writhing, kicking the president in the lower back.The president collapsed on the bed, his consciousness and energy both went away.

79

The technical director was awakened by hunger and thirst, ah no, both hunger and thirst.Immediately, I heard a somewhat anxious doorbell, and I don't know how long it has been ringing.He only wore a pair of underwear and opened the door, and saw two familiar faces. The brain nerves were still suffering from the sequelae of alcohol paralysis, and they were not able to function normally.

"You child, you wear so little in the room." The woman walked in while scolding him, "You couldn't get through on the phone last night, and finally sent a text message saying that we will come to see you in the morning. Didn't read it. Have you had breakfast? I brought you..."

The man and the technical director followed, wondering at the woman's voice and steps that stopped abruptly.I saw a man sleeping unsteadily on a big bed directly in front of him. A thin quilt covered the key parts so that his body would not be exposed, and the rest of his body was completely naked.

The technical director gasped, shocked by the white welfare in front of him.

The face of the man who visited with the woman darkened.

The last one who broke the silence was the president on the bed. He woke up and saw the three people standing in front of the bed. He quickly tried to get up, but he groaned in pain and covered his lower back.

Especially like, that after that.

Before the technical director had time to roll and burst into laughter in his mind, the woman put on a bathrobe and grabbed him.

"You come out with me."

A man and a woman were dragged out by him with one arm, like escorting prisoners.

80

Hotel cafe.

"When did it start?" the woman asked.

"When and when..." The technical director scratched his head.

"Tell mom honestly, do you... like... boys?" the woman continued to ask.The expression of the man sitting beside him was indescribable.

"Ah? What a mess, what are you thinking about?"

"Answer me, yes or no." The director's mother persisted.

"I don't know," said the technical director, looking at the bad faces of the two people opposite him, he continued, "Theoretically speaking, your son has never been in a relationship, so how does he know what he likes and what he doesn't like..."

"Has your son ever been in a relationship?" The director's mother asked the director's father suspiciously.

"I don't know either." Director Dad said blankly.

"I thought you just didn't like to share this with your parents, but I didn't expect it to be like this..." The director's mother was obviously disappointed, "Oh, I am not competent as a mother."

The director's father hugged the director's mother's shoulder to show comfort.

"By the way, I want to tell you this time, let's move to Tokyo. Your father has been promoted, and I have settled down. We bought a new two-bedroom apartment. If you feel that it is not convenient to live together Let me rent another single apartment for you. Some acquaintances can help introduce jobs. Anyway, you are in technology, so you don’t have to worry about finding a job.” The director’s mother looked at the technical director with expectant eyes.

"Your mother has always been thinking about this. Don't you really like those when you specially bought an apartment near Akihabara?" The director's father was a little restrained, but he was also looking forward to it without compromise.

The technical director was at a loss as to what to do, the well-dressed president came over and said hello.

"This is my parents," the technical director introduced to the president, "This is the boss of my company," and then introduced to his parents.

The director's parents exchanged a look, which probably meant: "The son is so brave that the boss dares to sleep, etc. Is this a legendary unspoken rule in the workplace?"

Fortunately, neither the technical director nor the president has the skills to interpret this look.

The president said first, "Uncle and aunt are laughing. We ate in my room last night and drank too much." Then he said to the technical director, "Your clothes are with mine. I just took them to the hotel for cleaning."

The technical director nodded fiercely like a chicken.The director's mother didn't even look at him.She looked at the president, such a good-looking young man, still young and promising, he is her son's boss.The son is too big to stay, thinking of the president who was gripping his back pain just now, she felt guilty that her son was the pig that pushed the cabbage.So he hurriedly said politely: "My son is usually taken care of by you. He didn't cause you any trouble, did he? Oh, you haven't eaten breakfast yet, why don't we have something together here."

Seeing his mother's energetic appearance, and feeling her creepy and unknown greetings to the CEO, the technical director's brain rang an alarm.He hurriedly said: "Dad, Mom, go back to my room, let me change clothes."

The director's mother looked at the bathrobe he was wearing with distaste: "Why did you come down while wearing this, hurry up, you don't have to be ashamed of how old you are."

The technical director's heart: who put this thing on me and escorted me down without explanation?who? !

81

The technical director hastily asked for a leave of absence from the president, and then left with his parents. He didn't show up for the whole vacation.