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The person tried to say something, but was muted.
Ji Shu didn't have that much time to waste with him: "Let's start the team. Besides, you kept making mistakes from beginning to end, and no one said anything to you. How can you be so shameless?"
"If you want to discuss this in detail, you should at least have a precise understanding of your technical skills."
"Nobody said you were holding people back, but you managed to annoy them out with your own logic and evidence. These recruitment sessions have taken a total of half an hour."
"If you like it this way, then go find something more tolerant. I'm not going to play along."
After Ji Shu finished speaking, Bai Yuzhou kicked the person out and started looking for new people. He sent out recruitment notices but rejected that person's application to join the team.
They released another person.
"I've never tried it before, will I be able to do it?" The person who came in expressed their concerns beforehand.
Ji Shu: "Take your time, no problem."
Dramatically, it was done in one take.
After receiving her reward, Wen Zhuyao saw that there was nothing else to do, so she went offline and switched to another account to work on a new submission, staying up all night to shoot footage.
I went to bed very late.
I was woken up again this morning by a series of clanging sounds.
She groggily opened her eyes, the light from her phone flashing across her face. She picked it up, unlocked it, and saw that the group chat was full of messages.
While Wen Zhuyao was still in a daze, the news continued to spread.
Chi Nuo angrily spoke up: "Seriously, how could he have the nerve to say that? He's the one who tricked people, he's the one who discriminated against people, and then he turns around and says we're bad."
"And that girl who couldn't resist got hung up too."
The person involved seemed fine, and Ji Shu said with concern, "Calm down, don't get angry. Just respond as you see fit. If you can contact me, I will."
"What happened?" Wen Zhuyao asked weakly.
I just woke up and I'm still completely confused.
Chi Nuo shared a video link with a screenshot: "It's that person you encountered yesterday when you were exploring the wilderness, attacking Big Sister with some random edited material."
"They hung up on Sister Ji and Brother Bai, as well as that girl who spoke to the eldest sister. Her ID wasn't censored, and she chose to cause trouble in the early morning. If they hadn't come online in the middle of it..."
"Looking at all those private messages, that girl came to talk to the older sister about it, and she doesn't know how long she'll be scolded." Chi Nuo felt angrier and angrier as she spoke, wishing she could have been there yesterday and could have foreseen the future and torn him apart in advance.
"No rush."
Wen Zhuyao never expected that her habit of casually taking notes would become crucial evidence: "I have a screen recording of the entire process. I'll go take a look, find a good title, and post it directly."
"Really? Is there sound? Is there both sound and picture?" Chi Nuo was surprised, Chi Nuo was expectant, and Chi Nuo regrouped.
As Wen Zhuyao got up, she turned on her computer: "Really? Does anyone want some melon strips? I'll write another one and send it out together."
"If we can get in touch with that girl, we can put her mind at ease."
“This kind of thing is exactly what Brother Bai wanted to do. He’ll handle it easily, you don’t need to worry about it,” Mo Wen chimed in at this moment.
There was some free time earlier, so I made sure to do everything I needed to.
Ji Shu yawned and went out to make the arrangements with peace of mind. She finally had a day off, but there was still so much to do.
"I'll wait for you, sister. I'm going to catch up on some sleep first."
Wen Zhuyao: "OK".
"Xiaozhu has a screen recording; she'll post it later as a clarification. You can just write whatever you want and go catch up on your sleep." Ji Shu looked at the other person who was still typing on the keyboard.
Bai Yuzhou relaxed: "Okay, just one last thing."
Wen Zhuyao took a look at the link that was sent to her. The title was: "The commander is babbling on and on, insisting on arguing even when he's incompetent. He's omnipotent just because someone is protecting him. Who told him he's not a submissive little bird?"
The argument was based on the last part of the argument.
The comments below are split evenly.
Wen Zhuyao copied the link, put it in the introduction, and used a similar title: "A commander who has someone protecting him, who is incompetent but still insists on whining, is truly remarkable."
Three hours of unedited, pure script recording; the synopsis includes an extra note about when the conflict started.
To add fuel to the fire, they pretended someone had submitted an article and promoted it using another account.
Once the facts were clarified, the story gained traction and became a hot topic.
Like fish out of water, they hopped around a couple of times and then stopped. Before they could even confront each other, the person slunk away.
The impact wasn't significant; the only notable change was that the exposure of my ID led to a surge in private messages from various people.
The immediate feedback was that Ji Shu and Bai Yuzhou would log on whenever they had time to invite people to run dungeons, and Chi Nuo would ask people who greeted him if they wanted to play a game.
Those who can't be caught still can't be caught.
After the previous mistake and work-related issues...
Mo Wen hadn't had time to contact Wen Zhuyao for a while, and their relationship remained at a delicate stage, neither advancing nor retreating, which made them seem estranged.
He looked at the confirmation notification on his phone and pondered for a moment.
"How about we go out for dinner together tomorrow?"
Wen Zhuyao, with a toothbrush in her mouth, held up her phone and spun around, also pondering why she wanted to contact her this time, since it had been so long since she had.
However, she still typed it out word by word and readily agreed: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
Wen Zhuyao, determined to go out and have fun, specially changed into a newly bought dress and a matching bag. Before leaving, she checked the weather forecast and brought an umbrella.
She had no idea that her keys were all alone in her bag from before.
As she went downstairs, the rain began to fall lightly. She didn't know if it was because the temperature had dropped or the wind had picked up, but she suddenly felt a slight discomfort in her stomach, nothing serious.
She didn't think much of it and took a taxi to the agreed location.
Unsurprisingly, Mo Wen was seen waiting at the restaurant entrance.
Wen Zhuyao saw him as soon as she got out of the car and confidently walked over: "Hello, are you here? Were you waiting for me?"
"You always show up early, it seems you're someone who keeps appointments and is afraid of being late."
Mo Wen didn't refute, but stepped aside: "I've reserved a spot, let's go."
He chose a restaurant that specializes in roast duck and home-style dishes.
Wen Zhuyao's outfit today matches the restaurant perfectly, with a Chinese style, and it seems she deliberately chose a restaurant with a scenic view.
"I chose this based on recommendations; as for the actual taste, I haven't tried it." Mo Wen pushed the menu in front of her.
I want Wen Zhuyao to see things she likes.
The menu was pushed back exactly as it was, and she lightly tapped it: "You choose, I want to try your favorite flavors."
"uh-huh?"
Mo Wen, unaware of her ulterior motives, took the menu from her and said, "Our tastes are very different. Are you sure you can enjoy this?"
"Give it a try, isn't that part of being in love?" Wen Zhuyao watched him choose quietly. If she didn't like it, she could just order takeout when she got home.
When they're together offline, she can't always be the one being indulged.
Mo Wen chose some compromises that were similar in taste and easy to accept, so that they wouldn't be too much to eat.
Before delivering it, he poured a cup of the provided barley tea and pushed it towards Wen Zhuyao.
"Drink some water to soothe your throat." Mo Wen guessed that, given how much she drank, she wouldn't drink unless she was extremely thirsty.
Wen Zhuyao nodded: "Understood."
The dishes were served relatively quickly, and all of them were served in no time.
Mo Wen picked a little of each and put it in her bowl, asking, "Try it, is it okay for you?"
The presentation was fine, so Wen Zhuyao ate it without worry, but as for the taste... she just loved the feeling of the sea breeze howling and running in the sea.
salty.
Wen Zhuyao ate two mouthfuls of rice, but it didn't help. She then drank two cups of barley tea before she felt much more tired.
"Generally speaking, I really can't stand your taste," she admitted honestly.
Seeing her like this, Mo Wen tried it himself.
The evaluations are the same.
"The stone-grilled tofu and shrimp vermicelli aren't too salty. As for the eggplant and roast duck, we can just leave them as is."
Mo asked to handle those two on her own, and said that she hadn't touched the better ones. "Eat a little bit, and I'll take you to eat something else later."
He never expected that his only attempt at innovation would result in such a disastrous failure.
Honestly, this farewell meal was so bad that it was enough to make people keep complaining about it, and it's unforgettable.
Wen Zhuyao ate much slower: "By the way, after your business trip ends, will we be in a long-distance relationship?"
“Yes, I will come to see you whenever I have free time or holidays, including in the future, for our future.” Mo Wen had a rough idea of this from the very beginning.
"Once you give me your answer, we can discuss the details and make arrangements to your liking." He knew that coordination was always the most difficult part.
No one is indispensable.
Wen Zhuyao really wanted to be serious, but in this environment, looking at this pile of dishes was a real eyesore.
"Let's eat first. I still can't get over these dishes."
The final result was that the eggplant was empty, the stone pot tofu was empty, the vermicelli was left over, and the roast duck was left over.
Barley Tea was the MVP of the game.
It was completely empty.
As Wen Zhuyao got up to leave, she felt something was wrong; a warm sensation surged through her. "I'm going to the restroom. Wait for me."
"good……"
Before Mo Wen could finish speaking, she grabbed her bag and ran quickly to the store's restroom.
Mo Wen noticed some bloodstains on her skirt, so he immediately called a car and ordered hand warmers to Wen Zhuyao's address.
Take off your coat and wait; she'll bring it to you as soon as she comes out.
Wen Zhuyao felt that nothing had gone wrong, but she was still very troubled. Her period came two days early, but luckily she always carried sanitary napkins in her bag just in case.
At least it won't be so awkward.
I solved one problem, but I couldn't solve others. The moment I got up, all the discomfort of my period came rushing back.
Lower abdominal pain, chest tightness and pain, rapid heartbeat.
She forced herself to walk out of the cubicle, and as she turned around, she saw the bloodstains on her dress in the mirror. She pulled the mirror to the front and looked at it more closely.
Bad luck.
Wen Zhuyao didn't have the mind to think about these issues anymore. Her vision was blurry and her body was cold. The moment she came out, Mo Wen went to meet her and tied his coat around her waist.
He let her lean against him, the soothing scent filling her nostrils, and only a comforting sentence in her ear.
"It's okay, I'm here. If you don't have the strength, just lean on me and take it slow."
The timing was perfect.
Mo Wen took her out and got into the car. After getting out of the car, he helped Wen Zhuyao upstairs. The takeout they ordered was placed at the door.
But when she got to the door, Wen Zhuyao searched her bag thoroughly but couldn't find the key.
She then remembered that she hadn't taken her keys out when she came back from picking up the package a couple of days ago; they were still in her bag, and she hadn't taken them with her when she left.
Wen Zhuyao was deflated: "I didn't bring my keys."
"It's okay, I'll call a locksmith. Here, put on the hand warmers." Mo Wen opened the packaging, handed over the hand warmers, and went to find a locksmith's phone number.
Wen Zhuyao squatted awkwardly by the door, clutching her stomach, using her squatting position and a heat pack to relieve the pain and discomfort, ignoring their conversation.
"Okay, this is the address. Alright, I'll wait for you in two hours." Mo Wen hung up the phone and hailed another taxi.
When it was almost time, he helped Wen Zhuyao up and explained to her, "It will take the locksmith two hours to get here. Why don't you go to my place and rest first? I'll settle you in and then come back here, okay?"
"Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you." Wen Zhuyao's current emotional state is leaning towards being bad.
Mo Wen patted her head and said, "Rest well, don't bother me."
It's a hassle to go back and forth.
For Wen Zhuyao, her overall condition was extremely poor.
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