Chapter 27:
In the interview room, Assistant Gong, who had no stock, was still racking his brains to ask——
"If you have a colleague who chooses restaurants close to his home, does the easiest job, and leaves work an hour early every day to prepare himself mentally before lunch," Assistant Gong said, "what would you do with him?"
Ling Xing was sweating.
It is indeed difficult to enter the Xiaoshi Group. What kind of problem is this?
Song Ruochen laughed: "Of course he is regarded as his ancestor, which is a great filial piety."
ding dong.
Song Ruochen said loudly: "Assistant Gong, please ask a question related to the interview."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
"Assistant Song... Gong." Jian Yuheng said, "Go outside and check the time. The wall clock may be... broken."
Assistant Gong suddenly realized what was going on and went to the interview preparation room to get everyone's watches and cell phones.
Song Ruochen stopped twisting his body. He raised his head and looked at Jian Yuheng with admiration and gratitude, and he even smiled slightly.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
He had seen Song Ruochen pretending to be calm and indifferent, and he had also seen him laugh like a villain when he was making trouble during his return to the series, but this kind of just the right amount of peaceful smile was the first time he had seen it.
It's just... pretty good looking.
"Second Master." Assistant Gong came back happily, "The clock has broken. It's past time. You can leave work now."
Song Ruochen: “：D”
"Secretary Song, your cell phone." Gong Huo handed it over. "What a childish cat ear cell phone case."
"Thank you." Song Ruochen said, "You are quite anthropomorphic today."
Assistant Gong: “?”
The cat-ear phone case was bought on jujube, and Song Ruochen quite likes it.
After all, with the case, he no longer has to put his phone back in storage every time he drops it.
"Today's interview ends here." Assistant Gong said, "Everyone go back and wait for notification."
The interviewees stood up one after another, formed a circle, and poked Ling Xing who was still sitting.
"We don't find a brain in this body," one person said.
Ling Xing: “…”
In the previous life, he committed murder and arson, and in this life, he is facing a fierce battle.
What are you asking?
"Second Young Master." Song Ruochen stood up. "Then I'm off work. Please credit me with overtime pay."
Jian Yuheng: “…”
The messy secretary does nothing but empty work all day long. All he wants is the boss's hard-earned money and he squeezes out the boss's surplus value.
Little Grape, you are leaving without any reward.
Jian Yuheng rolled his eyes slightly and waved his hand: "Go ahead."
Out of sight, out of mind.
Song Ruochen bought himself a grape-flavored yogurt and took the subway home. On the way, Meng Yumian sent a message -
[Meng Yumian]: Secretary Song, I just received a call from Gong Zuo, and he said they have completed the layout of the venue.
[Meng Yumian]: College students are so efficient.
[Song Ruochen]: Very good, I will take a rest tomorrow and go to the exhibition to accompany you later.
[Meng Yumian]: It’s okay if you don’t accompany me. Secretary Song is free and I feel very relieved.
"Oh my god, system, I'm so awesome." Song Ruochen said, "Under my cultivation, Master Meng has become independent enough to go to an exhibition alone."
[Very good.]
【Grapes make people constantly strive for self-improvement.】
"But we still have to work hard these two days." Song Ruochen said, "I remember there is a plot here, right?"
【some!】
[Some people from the newspaper company went to the exhibition site in the middle of the night to throw paint. In addition, there will be a few troublemakers at the exhibition site tomorrow.]
[After the exhibition venue was destroyed, Meng Yumian went to Jian Feng's house in a state of despair, crying bitterly, and was so angry that he got on a submarine and traveled 20,000 miles on the seabed.]
[Secretary Song drives a submarine...]
Song Ruochen: “…”
Is there anything in this world that Secretary Song doesn't know how to prescribe?
"This time it's dates." Song Ruochen said, "The dates have turned into seaweed."
"Got it." Song Ruochen said, "I'll ask Mao Guai to go and keep an eye on it at midnight today."
【I'll set an alarm for you~】
Song Ruochen walked out of the subway station and bought himself a bag of marshmallows at a convenience store.
"The sand dollar I just used is too hard to use," he said. "Everyone, give me some of your own money."
【Eyes move.jpg】
[I'll add a new feature for you, but few people like to use this feature. ]
"What?" Song Ruochen asked.
[When we rewind before, it was always a bang, and we immediately returned to a certain point in time. I will upgrade your rewind privileges, and we can slowly rewind to the rewind point. ]
[But you cannot interfere with the reverse playback process, you can only watch. ]
"It's interesting. I can use it to ride a roller coaster. It's exciting both ways." Song Ruochen said, "Let's try it first."
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Xiaoshi Group, President’s Office.
"The quality of the anchors selected by the media department this time is not high, so only two people were kept." Jian Yuheng put the documents on Jian Feng's desk.
"What are these?" Jian Yuheng pointed at the pile of documents on the corner of the table.
"It's work for Secretary Song." Jian Feng said, "I've been quite busy lately."
Jian Yuheng: “?”
So much?
"Reduce it a bit." Jian Yuheng said, "Otherwise I will have to assign a lot of work to Secretary Song."
His brother: “…Ah?”
His brother Jian Feng sat in a chair, with question marks popping up one after another in his mind.
Jian Feng didn't understand it, but he still moved half of the work documents into his own pile.
"That's about right." said Jian Yuheng.
The cell phone rang and Jian Yuheng picked it up.
"When you go home this weekend, why don't you go to the store and pick up my new bag and shoes?" his mother said.
"Okay, Mom." said Jian Yuheng.
"Bring me another piece of cake from the shop near your company," said Mom.
Jian Yuheng: "Okay, Mom."
The call was disconnected.
Jian Feng looked around and saw a box of cookies and a basket of fruit on the table. It seemed that Yan Ci had brought them to Secretary Song.
By this point, Secretary Song should have already run away.
Then let him use Secretary Song’s rations to entertain his brother.
"Brother," Jian Feng said, "do you want an apple?"
The packaging showed that Yan Ci bought some snacks for Song Ruochen. Jian Yuheng suddenly felt resentful and wanted to eat Song Ruochen's fruit.
If you love eating so much, you would be furious if you saw one apple was missing, right?
Jian Yuheng was a little curious about the furious Song Ruochen's expression.
Jian Yuheng raised his hand and was about to take——
Ding.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
Dang...ding?
Why are the notification sounds so weird lately? There’s not even an instruction manual.
Then his apple was gone, and his brother grabbed the apple, put it back in the basket, and sealed the package.
Jian Feng: "? Apple eating brother?"
Jian Yuheng: “…”
How come we have a complete process today?
His hands rose uncontrollably, returning to the time when he made the phone call. He heard himself say, "Hello, Mom."
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
There's something wrong with that.
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In the evening, Song Ruochen bought some vegetables, cooked some vegetable soup for himself, and took a sip.
Song Ruochen: “…”
ding dong.
The vegetable soup turned back into vegetables, and the ingredients were not wasted. He made himself some stir-fried seasonal vegetables.
[Little Grape, could it be that you are the legendary genius? ]
"Thank you for the award." Song Ruochen said.
As soon as he sat down at the dining table, his cell phone rang with a message from the app "Ah~".
He had not had much work to do these days and even forgot to greet his leader.
[Leader]: Yizi, what are you doing?
Song Ruochen was confused for a second and replied.
[Office Animal]: Cooking.
[Leader]: Can you also cook?
[社牲]：Father, which part of my profile picture, ID and signature makes you think that I can't cook?
[Leader]:
[Leader]: Have you encountered any setbacks in your work or life recently?
[Corporate Animal]: When a leader speaks, he really acts like a leader.
[Office Animal]: I’ve been quite free lately, so I just cooked some unpalatable soup.
[Corporate Animal]: But I don’t need to drink it now.
[Leader]:
The message stopped here and Song Ruochen blinked in confusion.
Does the leader want to discuss work with him?
The messages from that end stopped coming, and Song Ruochen clicked on the message from Yan Ci again.
[Yan Ci]: When I went to the company today, I brought you a box of cookies and a fruit basket, both delicious. 0.0*
[Yan Ci]: I waited outside the interview room for a while, but you didn’t come out, so I let you go to Jian Feng’s office. It’s all yours, you can eat it tomorrow.
[Song Ruochen]: Okay.
Dates are really good. They have become all his snacks recently.
[Yan Ci]: Playing games?
[Song Ruochen]: Good.
He and Yan Ci played until one in the morning. Just as they were about to start another round, a sleepy voice came from the other end of the line:
"Yan Ci, aren't you going to sleep yet?" Jian Feng asked.
"Right away, right away." Yan Ci said.
"You were on the horse two hours ago..." Jian Feng said.
"Madam, go to bed." Song Ruochen said seriously, "Good night."
I forgot, how can I take up the precious evening time of dates and barley.
"Then I'll ask you to play again tomorrow night." Yan Ci said, "You should go to bed too."
Song Ruochen didn't want to sleep because he had to work the night shift. Something big was going to happen tonight and he had to deal with it.
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In the center of the city, at the entrance of the exhibition hall.
A 2D little black man appeared quietly. He grinned towards the moonlight and showed the spray paint in his hand.
He is an unemployed vagrant with no emotions and no money.
As a member of the alliance of those who hate the rich, he had been burning with hatred for the rich ever since he heard that the wealthy young master of the Meng family was going to hold an exhibition at the art museum.
Tonight, he will put some paint on the layout of the exhibition hall in advance to let the young master feel the taste of frustration.
The little black man reached out and swiftly climbed over the wall, breaking into the well-decorated exhibition hall on the east side. He waved his hand and a large area of white paint splashed out.
The little black man gave an evil smile.
He turned on the screen of his mobile phone, shone it at the decorative wall, and admired his own achievements.
Little black man: "Oh my god!"
The entire wall was covered in a mess of colorful spray paint, which was chaotic and a bit messy. In comparison, the white paint he had just splashed seemed so pure and clean.
"Snap", someone snapped his fingers.
The lights in the exhibition hall were on full blast.
"Young Master Meng, please come this way." A pleasant voice sounded.
Song Ruochen pushed Meng Yumian into the exhibition hall, followed by a row of alpha security guards, surrounding the little black man in the center.
“咳咳……宋秘書，你料事如神。”孟雨眠氣憤地說，“真的有人來搞破壞，已經把畫展的牆面弄成這樣了。”
小黑人：“……”
宋若辰：“……”
媽耶。
他看了下手機，大學生龔作下午就給他發了圖片消息。
[龔作]：因為沒有模板，我們在牆面設計中自主發揮了下，最終設計的風格比較能搭孟小少爺爆火的毛怪形象。
[龔作]：這是我們的夢幻叢林牆，希望能多加點實習分。
大學生果然，便宜但不靠譜。
“來人。”孟雨眠對幾位alpha保镖說，“把他給我抓起來。”
“稍等。”宋若辰一把抓住了小黑人，像抓住了救命稻草，“你站住。”
這壞人，來得好及時。
“将功補過，把整面牆刷白，留你一命。”宋若辰惡狠狠地說。
小黑人：“不是……”
宋若辰捂嘴。
小黑人：“我就……”
宋若辰再度捂嘴，又指了指周圍的alpha保镖。
“我刷我刷。”小黑人說。
“盯好他。”孟雨眠發話，“今晚不刷完就要他好看。”
“走吧，孟小少爺。”宋若辰說，“罪魁禍首已經得到了懲罰，我們該休息了。”
只留下小黑人默默地站在畫展大廳裏，将功補大學生和宋秘書捅出來的天大窟窿。
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天亮時分，一個一身油漆味的小白人疲憊地走了，留下了窗明幾淨的畫展大廳。
“宋秘書辦事，我強行放心。”孟雨眠說，“咱們分文不花，就有了幹淨的畫展廳。”
“甚好。”坐在輪椅中的宋若辰說。
“這次多謝宋秘書給我遮風擋雨。”孟雨眠感激地說。
風雨睡晚了，這會兒沒什麽精神，他正坐在孟雨眠的輪椅上，托着腦袋打瞌睡。
“畫展要開始了，我……”孟雨眠看了看自己的腳，“我推宋秘書去休息。”
宋秘書：“嗯Zzzzz。”
孟雨眠推着輪椅，往休息區的方向走，溫和的陽光透過窗戶，照在omega幹淨漂亮的側臉上，宋若辰睡得挺熟。
孟雨眠往地上跺了跺腳，給宋若辰蓋了張毯子，目光逐漸堅定，直立行走去接待參觀者了。
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上午十點，霄拾集團。
簡楓捧着杯咖啡，盯着電腦屏幕發呆。
“這是新一批合作主播的拟邀請名單。”簡昱珩把文件放在桌上，問他哥，“在看什麽？”
簡楓歪了點屏幕，簡昱珩掃了一眼，是孟雨眠的畫展。
孟小少爺推着宋若辰，站在人群裏，正講解着自己的畫作。
簡昱珩：“？”
簡昱珩：“噗。”
這葡萄不止優化領導，他無差別地優化掉了任何人。
不過，小秘書怎麽看起來困困的，昨天晚上做什麽去了？說好的在家裏做飯呢？
簡楓：“？”
簡楓：“咋了弟，你快把我踩成扁平足了”
“我沒事。”簡昱珩挪開了腳。
直播視頻裏，畫展展廳裏闖進了兩個鬧事的人，對着展廳中的畫作大聲點評。
“我是不懂啦。”那人說，“這些線條就叫名畫了？真是什麽人都能辦漫展了啊。”
這聲音不小，不少參觀者都側過了目光。
孟雨眠張了張口，沒說出話來，屏幕外的簡楓拿起手機，準備問問情況。
“可以理解。”坐在一旁的宋若辰懶洋洋地說，“畢竟懂的越少，表達欲就越強。”
簡楓：“……”
“看來，宋秘書把孟雨眠照顧得很好。”簡楓說。
簡昱珩：“呵。”
小秘書最近禍害別人去了，他哥又逐漸開朗喜笑顏開了。
“來個蘋果。”簡昱珩伸手。
簡楓一愣：“昨天不是說不吃了嗎？”
“要吃的。”簡昱珩說。
昨天沒吃到，他今天非常想咬一口宋若辰的蘋果。
“給你。”簡楓取出蘋果，遞到簡昱珩手中。
當叮。
手中的蘋果又被撤了回去，簡楓拿着蘋果放回了籃子裏。
“你給。”簡楓說。
簡昱珩：“……”
皿
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【別人都不用的功能被你玩上了。】
霄拾集團樓下的公園裏，宋若辰站在小孩哥的滑板上給自己倒放。
“好玩。”宋若辰說，“無痛學會倒着滑板。”
【去上班吧。】
【我們去領大棗給的零食。】
一人一統往辦公樓的方向走，宋若辰按電梯上樓，停在了簡楓的辦公室門口。
“簡總。”宋若辰敲門，“我來拿我的蘋……”
簡昱珩坐在辦公桌前，手上抓着只啃了一半的蘋果。
簡昱珩的嘴角輕輕挑了下：“宋秘書，我吃掉了一只你的蘋果，不介意吧？”
兩秒後，宋若辰輕輕搖了搖頭：“不……”
一個蘋果而已，不至于。
辦公室外，龔火和同行正在聊天——
“我聽說宋秘書經常對二少出言不遜。”同立場的同事說，“宋秘書确實過分，二少有好好收拾人嗎？”
“有。”龔火說，“請相信二少，憑他的能力與性格，必然不會輕易放過出言不遜的宋若辰，只要得空，二少就會狠狠收拾教訓他。”
龔助理推開了辦公室的門：“二少……”
二少正拿着只咬了一半的蘋果，舉着給宋若辰看：“我吃掉了你的蘋果。”
同事：“……”
龔助理：“……”
好、好狠的教訓。
“随您。”宋若辰冷着臉，提起果籃就走。
簡昱珩的嘴角擡得更高了，手裏的蘋果甜味似乎甜味翻倍。
“二少。”龔助理說，“梅維的金董邀您今晚赴宴。”
“推了。”簡昱珩說，“今晚大哥約我去酒吧。”
“是。”龔助理說，“這裏有兩份文件需要您過目。”
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宋若辰在自己的辦公室待了倆小時，又去會議室玩了兩小時手機，再去幾個部門巡視一圈，然後他打着哈欠，打卡下班了。
【回檔零錢包到賬3小時，單日回檔次數15次。】
“孟雨眠這條線掉落挺多的。”宋若辰說，“不枉我昨晚熬大夜。”
“太困了。”宋若辰半閉着眼睛，“今晚一定要早點躺。”
咚，他撞人了。
“二少下班不走，在這兒當路障嗎？”宋若辰問。
簡昱珩：“。”
簡昱珩站了兩秒，沒等到叮當。
很好，這句是明罵，小秘書不撤回。
一個蘋果而已，宋若辰氣了？
有點好玩。
“二少還沒下班。”簡昱珩說，“倒是宋秘書，才四點半就要走？”
宋若辰按了電梯，許久不坐電梯的簡昱珩也跟着走了進去。
電梯裏緩緩下落，空間裏只有他們兩人。
簡昱珩正愉快地微笑，宋若辰忽然轉過身來，猛推了下他。簡昱珩後退一步，後背輕輕撞在電梯壁上。
宋若辰的手指戳在了他的臉頰上：“簡昱街，你的臉皮很厚嗎？為什麽要搶秘書的蘋果？”
叮當。
宋若辰推了把簡昱珩，手飛快地按在了簡昱珩的胸口上：“蘋果是拿來長腹肌的嗎？”
簡昱珩：“……”
叮當。
封閉空間助長膽量，宋若辰繼續在反派頭上動土，他戳了戳alpha的脖子：“你們alpha有腺體嗎？”
簡昱珩：“宋若辰！”
叮當。
宋若辰扯了扯他的頭發。
“不過如此。”宋若辰說，“還我大蘋果。”
叮當。
宋若辰冷淡地走出了電梯間，沖剛好路過的簡一點了下頭。
“下班啦？”簡楓問。
宋若辰颔首：“嗯。”
宋秘書驕傲地走了。
簡楓往電梯裏張望了下：“弟弟？不出來嗎？我倆兄弟喝酒去？”
簡昱珩：“……叮當。”
簡楓：“？”
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有了上次一起去打高爾夫的經驗，兄弟倆的相處變得更自然了。
簡昱珩跟簡楓喝了幾杯，聊了些工作上的事情，雙方都覺得豁然開朗。
晚上九點，簡昱珩接了個電話，回來的時候簡楓剛好也準備離開。
“我讓宋秘書過來開車送我倆？”簡楓準備打電話。
“不用。”簡昱珩說，“我走路就好，你也走路，低碳出行，非常環保。”
簡楓：“……好。”
“你先走吧弟弟。”簡楓看了下手機，“我接個電話。”
從酒吧到家，也就四十分鐘的步行距離，簡昱珩一路走，一路看着路邊的風景。平日裏都是匆匆路過，這樣步行下來也別有一番意趣。
今天他難得地把宋若辰給逗毛了，這讓他心情挺好，幹活的效率也高。
到家後，短短的半小時，簡昱珩寫了份報告，還親手移栽了一株含羞草，好了，差不多了，該洗澡了。
與此同時，宋若辰家。
宋若辰：“Zzzz”
【警報警報。】
【大棗剛才對簡楓發生了一場争吵，正在收拾行李，準備去赤道附近。】
【請修複主角攻受的感情線，否則請沿着赤道找人。】
宋若辰：“z……？”
什麽情況？
【好像是在酒吧，有綠茶纏上了簡楓，簡楓沒好好解釋。】
宋若辰當機立斷：“回到他們在酒吧的時候，我趕過去。”
【預計事件發生在90分鐘以前，準備回檔90分鐘。】
【請問是直接抵達還是倒放抵達？】
“倒放吧。”宋若辰說，“我睡到開頭再出門。”
【叮當，正在為您倒放回檔，請躺平享受您無法幹涉的倒流過程。】
Jian Yuheng's Home——
Ding.
Jian Yuheng: “?”
He watched himself walk back to the window, dig out the mimosa one shovel at a time, and throw it back into the original pot.
Jian Yuheng: “No!!”
He returned to his computer and deleted the report word by word.
Jian Yuheng: “Nono!!”
He walked out the door, getting farther and farther away from home, embarking on the interesting path home... oh no, now it's the way to leave home.
Jian Yuheng: “:)”
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Jian Er: I really want to eat my wife's apple today