"Boom, boom, boom."

The regular knocks on the door interrupted Shi Yi's continued suspense.

Several people looked at each other and turned their gaze towards the door of the editorial office.

Xinmei Publishing House is located in a building in the center of Chuncheng City, and the editorial office is located on the 18th floor of the building.

When you come out of the elevator, the first thing you see is the transparent glass door of the editorial department.

In order to better ensure the quality of work and prevent outsiders from entering and exiting, the editorial office door is access controlled and entry and exit are only possible with work badges.

It’s just that these are the editors I interact with in the editorial office on a daily basis, and I’ve never had the experience of having my door knocked on.

Therefore, when everyone heard the knock on the door, their first reaction was surprise.

It took a few seconds before someone realized and went to open the door.

Shi Yi suddenly remembered something, he let out an "Ah" and jumped up from his seat.

He forgot that Shi Jin was coming.

Seeing his reaction, Tang Yuan rolled his eyes and said, "Is Teacher Shi Qian here? I'll go open the door!"

As she spoke, she patted Eleven's shoulder and rushed to the door before him: "I'll go pick someone up for you, you sit down and have a good rest!"

"Oh, how can that be possible?" Shi Yi was anxious, and trotted after him: "Wait for me, I'll go too."

The devil Wei had just told him to take the person to the editor-in-chief's office.

Qiaoqiao, who was a step slower, stomped her feet on the spot.

Big Cat pulled the chair back to his seat. Seeing that people were gathered together, he raised his voice a little and cleared his throat: "Ahem, everyone, please sit back. This is such a mess. How will people look at us?"

Crash.

For a moment, the office was filled with the sound of chair wheels rolling on the floor.

On the surface, they seemed to have returned to their serious work, but upon closer inspection, every pair of eyes was staring towards the gate.

There is no straight corridor coming from the gate. You have to turn a corner to reach your workstation in the editorial department.

Qiaoqiao’s workstation is the first one after the turn, perfectly occupying the advantageous terrain.

Her fingers were flying, clacking at the keyboard, but her ears were perked up, always paying attention to the movement at the door.

Thanks to her excellent hearing since childhood, she heard Tangyuan's small jogging steps and the sound of Shi Yi chasing her.

When he was almost at the door, his steps suddenly stopped, and then Tangyuan's soft voice gasped: "Hiss——"

Then came the sound of Shi Yi hurriedly opening the door.

Qiaoqiao's heart began to lift. She randomly typed out a row of gibberish with her fingertips and sent it out without thinking.

The author on the other side sent a string of question marks.

Qiaoqiao quickly withdrew the message and resent what she was about to say.

After completing this series of actions, the noise at the gate just stopped and turned into the sound of several footsteps.

She moved her ears.

Those slow steps must have been Shi Yi's. He always liked to drag his feet when he walked, and he would wear out several pairs of shoes throughout the year.

The one that was walking and jumping at a slightly faster frequency was Tangyuan. The little girl was young and lively, and she always liked to jump when she walked.

So the remaining one is from that time?

Qiaoqiao simply stopped typing on the keyboard and listened carefully.

Um.

The sound of his leather shoes stepping on the ground was shallow and regular. The time it took for each footstep to land on the ground was almost the same as the previous one. He was a very organized person.

Wearing leather shoes.

Then the otaku she just guessed was wrong.

The remaining two options, a middle-aged elegant uncle and an elderly wise elder, seem to be uninteresting.

Qiaoqiao suddenly lost interest.

Turning her eyes back to the computer screen, she supported her chin with one hand and slowly tapped the keyboard with the other hand.

The author on the other side repeatedly argued with her about the issue of banned subject matter. Qiaoqiao frowned with her delicately trimmed eyebrows, picked up the keyboard and started typing.

So when she finished typing, she realized that the office, which was filled with the sound of keyboards just now, was now eerily quiet.

Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment.

There seemed to be a shadow hanging over my head.

Only then did she realize that she had smelled a faint fragrance. It didn't sound like perfume, but was light and subtle, and particularly pleasant.

She raised her head.

The next second, a row of large characters flashed across my mind:

Whose peerless handsome guy is thrown in front of my table? !

At this time, the handsome guy who was thrown at the table looked at the expressionless woman in front of him and pursed his lips: "Sorry, can your feet...?"

The handsome guy has a nice voice too.

Qiaoqiao thought dizzily.

But what did the handsome guy say to me just now?

The slow brain slowly breaks down the information it receives.

The next second, she lowered her head suddenly.

A long, graceful leg stretched straight out in an extremely stretched posture, passing by the desk and spanning most of the aisle at the corner.

Plus the various sundries piled up next to the desk, it perfectly blocked the way for the person coming.

She is so amazing.

Qiaoqiao silently gave herself a thumbs up, and at the same time flattened the desperate crying little man in her heart, then she sat up straight with a serious face and said calmly: "Sorry."

Shi Jin thanked him: “Thank you.”

"You're welcome."

Watching the tall figure of the young man in black disappear into the distance, Qiaoqiao kept a wooden face, and felt the chattering discussions around her ears quickly reaching a climax after the young man in black entered the editor-in-chief's office.

She thought about it and stood up.

"Hey——" Big Cat stopped her: "What are you going to do?"

Qiaoqiao stared at him seriously and said firmly, "I have to find the suggestion box in our editorial department."

"What are you looking for a suggestion box for? What suggestions do you want to make?"

"Team building!" Qiaoqiao shook off his claws and walked towards the editor-in-chief's office without looking back: "In order to better promote the relationship between authors and responsible editors, I think it is necessary to hold a large-scale team building activity!"

——

Shi Yi led his men to the door of the editor-in-chief's office: "It's here."

Shi Jin nodded and was about to go in.

Shi Yi suddenly reached out to stop him, and said in a conflicted tone: "Shi Jin, you are not going to jump into Wei Yu, are you?"

He stared at Shi Jin pitifully, almost shedding two tears: "Look at our relationship for so many years, and you just leave without saying anything. What should I do!"

Shi Jin was slightly stunned: "I didn't--"

"I understand, I understand everything!" Shi Yi held his hand tightly, his eyes earnest: "So, if you want to change jobs, can you take me with you?"

Shi Jin: “…”

He was quiet for two seconds, then looked up at Shi Yi: "Sorry to disappoint you, I have no plans to go to Weiyu for the time being."

For a moment, Shi Yi seemed to see the black-clothed young man's mouth slightly raised.

But when he shook his head, he was still looking at Shi Jin's calm face.

But this news was enough to make him happy.

Shi Yi tried hard to control his throbbing cheekbones and cleared his throat: "Well, Editor-in-Chief Wei is waiting for you inside."

After he finished speaking, without waiting for Shi Jin to answer, he went forward and knocked on the door for him.

"Enter."

The man's emotionless voice came through the door, but it was still powerful.

Shi Jin glanced at Shi Yi and received an encouraging look from him.

Shi Jin: ...Actually it’s not really necessary.

He closed his eyes, decided not to look at him, and turned to push the door.

The man sitting at the desk processing documents looked up at him.

Shi Jin closed the door: "Editor-in-Chief Wei."

Wei Chan pushed up his glasses and pointed at the chair in front of the desk with his right hand holding the pen: "Sit down."

Shi Jin put the black umbrella in the corner near the door and walked forward.

The wheels of the leather seat rubbed against the ground, making a slight sound.

The young man in black had slightly cold eyebrows and a calm expression. He had a cold and indifferent look, but there was a red mole on his forehead, which added a bit of color to his appearance.

The steel pen cap hit the tabletop, making a crisp sound.

Wei Chan clasped his hands together and placed them on the table. His gold-rimmed glasses obscured the expression in his eyes. All that could be heard was his voice, which seemed to contain a smile: "So... this is what Teacher Shi Qian looks like."

Shi Jin frowned, keenly aware of the prying look in his eyes.

He pursed his lips, his expression slightly cold: "It seems we have met last time."

"That's different." Wei Chan smiled politely, "Last time the teacher was wearing a mask, so I couldn't see as clearly as this time."

At that time, he was silent.

Wei Chan's eyes made him feel offended.

Sensing the subtle rejection emanating from the young man in black, Wei Chan turned his cufflinks, and a light flashed through his gold-rimmed glasses.

"About why I called you here this time." He pushed his glasses and returned to work: "It's about Weiyu Publishing House."

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