The joy of rebirth

"Xiao Assistant Xue, good morning."

"Hello."

"Xiao Xue, here we come."

"Well, good morning."

……

After saying good morning to his "colleagues" in the company, Xue Yan felt very thirsty.When people are in the workplace, how can they not wink, laugh when they need to laugh, and talk when they need to talk.This is something Xue Yan knew in his previous life, and now that he is doing it again, he is quite used to it.

At 04:30 in the afternoon, Xue Yan basically finished the tasks for the day. Check the time, there is still an hour to get off work.Phew... what are you doing?

Just as he was about to sneak in to make a cup of tea in the pantry, Qi Yang called him into the office.

"Xiao Xue, please make me another cup of coffee."

Xue Yan thought silently, Secretary Linda, are you in a hurry again?It's one thing to have thoughts in your heart, but another to take action. The boss can't be offended.

After making coffee according to the way Qi Yang liked in the past, Xue Yan knocked lightly on the office door.

"Come in."

"President, your coffee."

Xue Yan put down his coffee and went out, so he didn't see the emotion in Qi Yang's eyes after he took a sip of coffee.

That feeling is called nostalgia.

When Qi Yang finished his work for the day and got off work, he passed by the office of the design department, and walked in by accident.Then I saw Xue Yan sitting near the door, holding a cup of tea in one hand, and typing on the keyboard with the other, looking nervously at the computer.

"What's the problem?" Qi Yang walked over, and when he saw what was on the computer screen clearly, he couldn't take back the words he asked.

On the screen is a villain who is trying to cross a brick, um, he crossed it, and hit a mushroom.It's really a good game for all ages - Super Mario.

Xue Yan really wanted to stand up calmly and say, "Are you ready to get off work?" But unfortunately, his face hadn't been cultivated to that level, so he could only freeze there and fight ideologically.

Qi Yang also froze invisibly for two seconds, then smiled kindly and said: "Your childlike innocence is really well maintained."

Xue Yan said, "Really."

……

"Today's affairs have not been dealt with cleanly, so there is no way to send you back. Why don't you stay and work overtime together?" Qi Yang looked at Xue Yan and added, "You won't lose your overtime pay."

Xue Yan sighed in his heart. Although the overtime pay is very tempting, if Qi Yang's past temperament has been working overtime until midnight... o(︶︿︶)oIt's very uncomfortable.

Of course he had to suggest—"I'll just take the bus back."—Unfortunately, this was what he said in his heart, but Xue Yan nodded firmly in reality.

Until eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Qi Yang stayed in the office without taking half a step. .

When Linda walked in with the fast food she bought for the president and stepped on slender high-heeled shoes, she saw Xue Yan talking to herself outside, "how can my body bear this always?" and other inexplicable words.

"Xiao Xue, what are you mumbling about?" She patted the man on the shoulder funny.

"Ah...it's nothing." Xue Yan woke up, seeing Linda looking at him curiously, he couldn't help laughing dryly.

"Here, the president's dinner. Help me take it in. I'm off work first."

"what?"

Linda disappeared, leaving Xue Yan staring at the door of the president's office in a daze.

Feeling that there was nothing but warm fast food in his hand, Xue Yan had no choice but to knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Is there something wrong?" Qi Yang raised his head and looked at him.

"Your supper."

"Oh, thank you."

Qi Yang opened the fast food box. There were sweet and sour pork ribs, home-fried potato shreds, and braised eggplant. They looked pretty good.

Xue Yan was about to go out, but was stopped by Qi Yang—"Have you eaten yet? Sit down and eat together."

Before Xue Yan could say anything to refuse, Qi Yang had already handed him a pair of chopsticks.

"Let's eat together."

So Xue Yan sat across from him with a strange mood, and ate every mouthful.

After a while, Qi Yang's laughter was suddenly heard.

"It seems that you like to eat shredded potatoes."

Xue Yan lowered his head and saw that he had pulled off almost one-third of the shredded potato dish, his face couldn't help burning, and he lowered his head to pestle the rice in the small plate.

……

"Give me another 10 minutes and we'll be off work."

Xue Yan responded, packed the lunch box and went out of the house.

Qi Yang was not busy with anything else, he set his eyes on a drawer of the desk.There was a document in the drawer, which he entrusted someone to investigate.

Xue Yan, born in XX, studied in Yicheng from elementary school to high school.When I was in elementary school, I was ridiculed because of my outstanding appearance, and my personality was a little withdrawn... In junior high school and high school, my grades were average, and I belonged to the lower middle class... In the second half of the third year of high school, my grades improved by leaps and bounds, and I passed the professional art test with honors (according to the survey, Before that, Xue Yan didn't have any experience of studying art)...

Three eloquent articles describe Xue Yan's experience in great detail.But there are only a few words that attract Qi Yang's attention.Why did Xue Yan, who had no background in art studies, pass the professional examination?Why is this person's personality not at all withdrawn as stated in the report?

The motive of the investigation at the beginning was just to see what award-winning experience he had, or whether he had any important background...but now he is inexplicably curious about him.