Chapter 26 The Kind Little Secretary

Trying it again, Song Ruochen started dancing.

He recalled the dance steps he had just performed and began to spin and jump to the music, gradually becoming intoxicated with himself.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

He didn’t teach me how to jump just now.

Is Dance King Song starting to create something original now?

"Yes, I think our college students have a really strong learning ability." Song Ruochen said, "I just stepped on him 10 times, and this time I only stepped on him 7 times."

[Let’s do it again. You lead him to dance. Haha! ]

"Ouch..." This time, Song Ruochen accidentally let Jian Yuheng step on him.

"Second Young Master," Song Ruochen commented, "There is still room for improvement in your dancing skills."

Jian Yuheng: "-皿-"

"What about you?" Jian Yuheng asked, "Do you still have room to fall?"

"There is a QQ space." Song Ruochen started talking nonsense.

The corner of Jian Yuheng's mouth twitched slightly. He gently hugged Song Ruochen's waist and finished the dance with him.

Song Ruochen has very long eyelashes, and the ends of his eyelashes are not curled but slightly drooping, which makes his eyes look slightly cold.

A slight chill, mainly reflected in the hearts of those who have been persecuted by Song Ruochen.

Jian Yuheng thought.

But it's not absolute. Jian Yuheng glanced at Meng Yumian who was wearing a green camouflage suit not far away. He should have a slight fever now.

As the song was about to end, Jian Yuheng and Song Ruochen stopped in the middle of the dance floor.

Secretary, you don’t want to jump again, do you?

Dancing is also a way to exercise. He really likes exercising, so it's not a big deal to dance one more time.

Song Ruochen jumped up, took out his cell phone, opened a certain interface, and started tapping.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Thirty seconds later, an expression of incredible anger appeared on Song Ruochen's face.

ding dong.

Jian Yuheng, who had just picked up a glass of fruit wine, returned to the center of the stage. Then he watched Song Ruochen holding up his mobile phone, changed his position near the dance floor, and started staring at the screen again.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

【Rush, rush, rush, to the backfield! 】

"Who is trying to steal my tickets?" Song Ruochen poked the screen, "The internet here seems to be just so-so."

【Change to another place, go to the window. 】

ding dong.

Jian Yuheng watched Song Ruochen run all the way to the window and hold his cell phone out of the window.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

"Second Master," Assistant Gong asked, "What are you laughing at standing alone in the middle of the dance floor?"

"...It's okay." Jian Yuheng said.

It seems that the net outside the window is indeed better. Song Ruochen leaned against the window, looking very satisfied.

[Wow, backstage VIP, Little Grape you are so nice to me. ]

【I will give you my private money in 20 minutes. 】

"3999 yuan, it's quite expensive." Song Ruochen muttered to himself as he walked back, "Will Alpha sit on my lap and sing?"

Jian Yuheng's eyelids jumped as he passed by him.

What kind of alpha is this? He even wants to sit on someone’s lap and sing.

"Second Master," Assistant Gong asked, "Why are the corners of your mouth drooping?"

"Assistant Gong." Jian Yuheng couldn't stand it any longer. "Are you here to predict my expressions? Don't broadcast my expressions in real time."

"Okay, Second Young Master." Assistant Gong said.

Those who managed to grab the tickets even walked with light steps.

Song Ruochen "floated" all the way back to Meng Yumian, just as Meng Yumian was finishing her conversation with the director of the art museum.

"Secretary Song," Meng Yumian said, "The director said that this Sunday is the only one this month that he can spare some time for me to hold an exhibition, but now it's only a few days away from Sunday. Will I have time to clean up the venue?"

"It's still in time." Song Ruochen said.

"I feel relieved when Secretary Song is in charge." Meng Yumian said, "Will Secretary Song be able to clean up the place in time? Or should we pay someone to do it?"

"I'll recruit a few people for you." Song Ruochen said.

Just that day at the airport, he added the WeChat of the enthusiastic man who helped push the wheelchair -

[Song Ruochen]: [Share internal internship work, can be stamped and can add internship points of Xiaoshi Group (including round-trip transportation)]

[Gong Zuo]: I’ll do it! I’ll do it!

[Gong Zuo]: Are there any vacancies left?

[Song Ruochen]: There are 3 at the moment, and we can get another one for you.

[Song Ruochen]: Speak softly and don’t make any noise.

[Gong Zuo]: Thank you so much!

"Okay, Master Meng," Song Ruochen said, "I've found someone."

Office workers love to be lazy; college students are the most capable ones.

"That's fine, we'll have someone to help clean it up," the curator said. "Remember to promote it well. After all, no matter how much you admire yourself, it's not as good as having someone to support you."

"Okay." Song Ruochen said.

The party was almost over, and he pushed Meng Yumian away.

"Secretary Song," Meng Yumian asked, "How should we promote it? My life goal is to make my work known to people along with me."

"Well, it's halfway done." Song Ruochen said.

Meng Yumian: “?”

Meng Yumian was overjoyed: "Which painting? Is there anyone who understands me?"

Meng Yumian is on the hot search——

It was a video of a group photo of donors at a charity-themed ball, with a green circle on the right side of the picture.

Bullet screen——

[Is there any special meaning in putting a potted plant in a group photo?]

[Look carefully, this potted plant moves.]

[Abstract art, this is abstract art.]

[I checked and found out that this hairy monster is called Meng Yumian and is a painter.]

"Look at it in a positive way, Master Mao... Young Master Meng," Song Ruochen said, "your work can be said to be 'a son's honor is based on his mother's'."

Meng Yumian: “…”

-

In just one night, Song Ruochen helped Meng Yumian solve the embarrassing problem and also increased Meng Yumian's popularity.

He rested for a day and returned to work at Xiaoshi the next day.

The media department is preparing to recruit a new batch of co-anchors and is arranging interviews. Several departments are busy.

So, just as he was typing away on his computer with his mind empty, Gong Huo appeared at the door of his office.

"Secretary Song, come and help." Assistant Gong said.

Song Ruochen raised his hand politely and pointed to the sign at the door of the office.

"Don't enter, I'll scold you for being indecent."

Assistant Gong: “…”

"Song Ruochen, do you really need to do this?" Assistant Gong was furious. "I just asked you to do a few jobs when I passed by?"

"That's enough." Jian Yuheng's voice came.

"Secretary Song," Jian Yuheng said, "The interview will begin soon. Please go downstairs and wait for me. I will help you later."

"Second Master, you're joking." Song Ruochen said, "I still have three emails to reply to."

Jian Yuheng: "My main job is to place the macarons and other snacks, distribute candies to the interviewers, and pour juice."

"I'm willing to share the second young master's worries." Song Ruochen left.

If you go too late, it will be gone. We have to hurry.

He pressed the elevator floor button and went down.

[Little Grape, I scanned it again today, and it still shows that our number of users is 1.5 people. ]

"Ridiculous, how could there be 0.5 people?" Song Ruochen said.

[Yeah, half a person, it’s funny just thinking about it hahaha. ]

"Don't worry about the other half." Song Ruochen said, "It's fine as long as the functions are normal."

[Let me do a quick check to see if there are any new semi-human species on this planet.]

[Ding, scanning starting from Antarctica——]

【Testing completed, no new species found.】

[Grape, I updated a small toy for you, would you like to buy it? ]

"What?" Song Ruochen asked.

【40-minute callback coins have been spent. 】

【Stretch out your hand.】

Song Ruochen spread out his paws, and a shiny coin appeared in his palm. At the same time, he saw the message the system gave him -

[Item name: Return Sand Coin]

[Function: Rewind the time of a certain inanimate object. After the rewind time is completed, the object returns to the normal timeline.]

[Naming inspiration: Because it is not very useful, and its accuracy is not very high, it can only be used as a small toy, and only idiots would buy it. ]

[Note: You can only redeem one per week~]

"Who said it's useless!" Song Ruochen was quite happy, "I can have another cup of my favorite milk tea for free!"

[Right? I thought it might be useful to you, so I applied for it.]

"Let's go and have a meal...and some work." Song Ruochen pushed open the door of the interview hall.

The anchors who came for interviews at the media division of Xiaoshi Internet Group have already arrived and are sitting in the lobby chatting.

When Song Ruochen pushed the door open, the conversation stopped and several pairs of eyes looked at him.

"Hello." Someone greeted, "What kind of anchor are you?"

Song Ruochen: "I..."

Hey, he forgot his work clothes.

There was no formal occasion today, so he wore a light brown sweater that he picked out, with a round tail on the back.

"You must be the anchor with good looks." Someone said, "You are so beautiful, and look familiar."

"Hey, I'm a funny anchor." Song Ruochen said.

"That's what I told you." Someone raised his voice, "Broadcasters with good looks are good at chatting. You look so cold, you must not be liked by alphas."

"Our Ling Xing is very good at chatting." said the big anchor's younger brother.

"Why? Did Alpha beg for his love for you?" Song Ruochen asked, "Aren't you tired of kneeling down to broadcast live?"

Ling Xing: “…”

It's a melodramatic story, with a lot of people and machines involved, which is understandable, Song Ruochen is a very kind person.

He stood up by himself and went to look for the macaron snacks that Jian Yuheng mentioned. He could take one, eat until there was a little left, and then use the sand coins to restore it to its original state.

Rounding it off, he got two.

"How popular are you? That's really rude of you." Ling Xing said loudly, "You don't think you'll be selected by Xiao Shi for training just because you pass the interview?"

"Secretary Song." A voice came from the door.

Jian Yuheng walked in, followed by Assistant Gong who was holding documents.

"I found your ID card in the restaurant," Jian Yuheng said. "Can you explain why your ID card was on top of the ice cream machine?"

Song Ruochen: “…”

forehead.

I secretly ate two ice creams before going to work this morning.

"Put it on." Jian Yuheng raised his hand and hung the work badge back around his neck, his fingertips brushing his hair and cheeks, "Try throwing it again?"

"Second Master." Assistant Gong glanced at the wall clock. "It's 2 p.m. I'm going to start the interview."

Jian Yuheng: “Yeah.”

Several anchors who were in the group were stunned.

This young and pretty omega is the secretary to the president of Xiaoshi Group?

Ling Xing was very uneasy, as he was afraid that Song Ruochen would target him during the interview.

This interview is to select big anchors who have long-term cooperation with Xiaoshi Group. The resources provided by Xiaoshi are also very strong. There are 6 people in the interview team, including Song Ruochen. Each anchor has 50 minutes of interview time.

Jian Yuheng glanced at the omega nearby. When he just came in, he happened to hear someone looking for trouble with Song Ruochen.

The secretary didn't seem to care much, and when it was Ling Xing's turn, Song Ruochen just asked a few simple questions copied from the Internet and didn't make things difficult for her at all.

Jian Yuheng smiled. No matter how noisy it was, Secretary Song was a simple person at heart.

As he was thinking about it, he saw Song Ruochen quietly taking a bite of a macaron.

Song Ruochen: “：D”

Almost there, we can restore the snacks.

Just trying out the little toy sand coin given by the system.

"I want to ask, if you join Xiao Shi, what can you bring to Xiao Shi?" Assistant Gong asked.

There was a ding.

Jian Yuheng: “?”

ah?

What?

He waited for a few seconds, but there was no pullback, so he turned and looked at Song Ruochen in confusion.

Song Ruochen looked quite shocked. He looked at his hands, then at the macarons, and then at the wall.

What happened? Didn't reply?

It’s okay, come back later.

[Fuck, our coins! ]

Song Ruochen was stunned. He wanted to raise his hand and throw the sand coins at the macarons, but he ended up throwing them at the wall.

Fortunately, it was a wall, so nothing could be seen and he didn't need to go back to clean up the mess.

【Wuwuwu, I'll change it for you next week. 】

【We can also play next week! 】

Song Ruochen: "It's okay, it's okay."

The fun is over, just wait for the interview to be over.

Gong Huo prepared 15 questions and estimated that it would be exactly four o'clock in the afternoon when he finished asking them.

Finally, Ling Xing stuttered and answered the last question.

Gong Huo: "Okay, your interview was...?"

How come it’s only half past three?

That won't work, the time limit is not up yet, ask again later. But Gong Huo has no idea in his mind.

Gong Huo started to ask, "So... do you like Xiao Shi? How does Xiao Shi make 100 million?"

Assistant Gong began to throw his own work: "If I ask you to design a reception plan for the Hao Chi Presidential Group, what would you do?"

Ling Xing: “…”

Ling Xing was almost vomiting from all the questions; he felt like he had been interviewed for a century.

Jian Yuheng couldn't sit still anymore. He glanced at the clock on the wall and it was indeed not yet four o'clock.

He glanced at the anger again, and the anger was about to kill him.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

I should have brought my cell phone here earlier. It’s so boring.

He glanced at Song Ruochen, who was fidgeting and twisting his waist next to him.

[Sand coin hit the wall clock, Sand coin. The clock went back 40 minutes! ]

Song Ruochen: “…”

Jian Yuheng held his forehead.

I really want to get off work.

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Secretary Song spared no one, not even himself.