I fell off the horse after pretending to be Mengxin

After all, Wei Yu failed to slip out of class.

The minister couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Wei Yu, and moved out a heavy stack of documents.

"Don't leave, hurry up and do server maintenance on Monday."

"By the way." The minister suddenly added: "Today's dessert is poplar nectar. If you feel uncomfortable, drink more."

Wei Yu nodded, and turned around calmly.

Every Monday, the company prepares desserts in the morning, in the name of encouraging new energy for the new week.

However, poplar nectar in summer is generally iced.

I really don't know what the minister asked him to make up for.

Eleventh floor sky garden.

When Wei Yu arrived, Gan Bei and Xiong Ping had already found a seat and waved to him enthusiastically.

"Children with a cold can't eat ice." Xiong Ping deliberately said in a warm and steady tone.

Wei Yu ignored his movements, took a sip of poplar nectar and swallowed it, without raising his eyebrows: "You were the one who informed the senior."

He is sure.

Except for Xiong Ping, no one would care about such leisure.

only……

Thinking of the big bag of cold medicine at home and the timely phone call, Wei Yu lowered his eyes.

"This time, thank you." He said softly.

Hearing this sentence unexpectedly, Xiong Ping paused while holding the spoon, and the ridicule stuck in his throat.

He was used to seeing Wei Yu's arrogant appearance, but he was not used to saying thank you to him so seriously all of a sudden.

He turned his eyes away, lowered his head and took a bite of the mango.

"Small things." Xiong Ping said in a muffled voice.

Gan Bei, who was completely out of the situation, was at a loss.

Who can tell her what charade these two are playing? ? ?

Maybe the money is in place,? The shop entrusted by the company is very hardworking.

The mango is cut into cubes of uniform size, and the taste is sweet and not greasy. It is paired with frozen fresh milk, mixed with crystal sago and chewed between the lips and teeth, and the taste is just right.

A bowl of dessert is quickly finished.

Several people cleared up the table and planned their respective positions, and happened to bump into several colleagues from the project department walking towards them.

They didn't notice Wei Yu's whispers were sporadic, and a few words could be heard occasionally.

"I heard that someone from the program department can do it for me."

"Is it Minister Wen's team? The group of people in the programming department just spend their days playing fish and fish, and they want to stand out in front of the leaders."

"Let's just say,? I usually cook like bronze, and I only pick online games to show off."

Gan Bei frowned, and was about to say something when a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came.

Wei Yu's shoulder was patted vigorously, very enthusiastically.

It turned out to be the minister and other colleagues in the program department.

"Wei Yu, you're here too." The minister deliberately said loudly, "There are some things that I haven't said at all, and it's good enough to speak ill of others behind their backs."

Colleagues from the project department noticed the situation here.

Not only Wei Yu was there, but even a group of people from the program department were there, and their gossip might have been heard.

Several people's faces froze, and they sat down without turning their heads. The atmosphere suddenly became much quieter.

Everyone in the program department watched their backs, and many employees passed by Wei Yu with sincere voices.

"It's okay, I trust you."

"The glory of our programming department depends on you, brother."

Wei Yu was puzzled.

Gan Bei still has work, so she will leave first after eating.

Xiong Ping's gaze paused on the young man's calm face, and his tone was rather aggrieved: "What are they? They are jealous that they didn't make it to the knockout round. If it weren't for the failure of the program department..."

Wei Yu raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"You don't know?" Thinking of the other party's solitary style, Xiong Ping suddenly understood, and explained: "Oh, only three teams from our department failed to enter the knockout round, and we are the only two sparks left."

No wonder colleagues are so outraged.

Xiong Ping thought for a while, and then added: "Also, the Gongsunli you played yesterday, someone on the other side suspected that you played for him, and reported the video to the referee."

Wei Yu didn't show any superfluous expression, just said "Oh" lightly, and didn't continue.

Xiong Ping was dumbfounded.

No, wouldn't this attitude be too relaxed?

As if aware of Xiong Ping's surprise, Wei Yu raised his eyes, and said indifferently: "Doesn't it mean that I have conquered them, are you afraid that I will show it again?"

He didn't suppress his voice, and it obviously reached the ears of the employees of the project department not far away.

——Their unkind faces became even uglier.

Xiong Ping was speechless.

Although the truth seems to be the truth.

But... If you are judged as a proxy fight, you will be suspended!

Please be nervous!

"Why don't you explain to the referee and submit your login IP for the past few days..." Xiong Ping persuaded earnestly, when the phone vibrated.

A company-wide announcement appeared in the mailbox.

"Announcement on the Company's King's Glory Competition" was written in black and white.

Wei Yu also received the message.

He glanced at it, and the content was very simple. Generally speaking, the company rejected the whistleblower's request due to insufficient evidence, and guaranteed that the entire knockout match would be held offline, absolutely fair and just.

He actually announced the result without asking him.

A trace of doubt flashed in Wei Yu's heart, but he quickly put it behind him.

Even if asked in person, he is not afraid.

On the contrary, I feel a little regretful.

Why don't you call yesterday's group over and fight again.

Wei Yu bit into a piece of cold and sweet mango and put down his spoon.

It's a pity, I still want to torture and kill in person.

a few minutes ago.

On the twelfth floor, the office of the Minister of the first project.

There were two steaming cups of Blue Mountain coffee on the table, Shi Yuanzhou picked up one of them and took a sip.

"It seems that your teammate in the company competition has been reported." Shi Yuanzhou looked at the project report, but said something irrelevant for no reason.

Wen Yu didn't respond.

Shi Yuanzhou lowered his eyes and played with the handle of the coffee: "After all, you are the one who said it yourself to the boss. He will never play for you. If the level of the knockout round drops, you will retire with him."

"It's also fortunate that the boss can be persuaded by you."

After the voice fell, the office was still silent.

Wen Yu remained indifferent, flipping through the report page: "I trust him."

"Of course you believe him." Shi Yuanzhou raised his lips, obviously smiling, but there was no trace of a smile on his face.

He took out his mobile phone, and it was the scene of the E9 Kings Exhibition Competition.

Wen Yu, dressed in white, stood in the crowd, raising his head slightly.

There were ten contestants on the stage, but they could find the direction of Wen Yu's target at a glance.

It's Weiyu.

On the screen, Sun Shangxiang had just scored a kill, and the young man was sitting on the stage manipulating the character with high spirits.

Shi Yuanzhou picked up his phone, and said in a relaxed tone, "After all, he is your little anchor, a frequent visitor to the top ten on the top list. It's on the Doumao platform, what's his name... Ah Wei, right?"

Wen Yu snapped at his fingertips.

The reports were immediately scattered, falling sporadically on the table.

He raised his head, fixed his eyes on Shi Yuanzhou, and there was a deep chill in his dark eyes.

Wen Yu's voice was low, and he asked word by word: "So, what do you want to say?"

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