"Shen Wenna, female, 20 years old, wants to change her laziness."
"Ye Lin, male, 22 years old, wants to change the following bad habits: being lazy and self-righteous."
"Jiang Xiaoxiao, female, 18 years old, wants to change her bad temper."
"Lu Xingchen, male, 20 years old, wants to change his bad habit: he has too much of a spoiled young master temper."
"Gu Baili, male, 20 years old, wants to get rid of his 'chuunibyou' (middle school syndrome)!"
In the office, someone was reading from a file in their hand; their voice was sweet and alluring.
But as they continued reading, the other person's tone gradually became more aggressive, almost gritting.
Unable to contain himself, the man sitting opposite him burst out laughing.
"Haha, junior brother, what the heck is this 'chuunibyou' syndrome again?"
That's impressive. He's been in this line of work for so long, what kind of weird young masters and ladies haven't he seen?
Chuunibyou?
The literary youth slapped his thigh and laughed, making a "giggle" sound.
Several personal documents were suddenly thrown at him. Wen Qing shrank back and heard the man say with a half-smile, "Is it funny?"
"Give me your personal data, and I'll exchange it with you."
With her legs crossed, Rong Shang lazily nestled in her office chair.
During the day, the office is well-lit.
Wenqing glanced at him; his short black hair was soft and flowing, his features were exquisitely sculpted, and his captivating peach blossom eyes were mesmerizing.
Despite wearing a dark blue suit, the sheer sexiness and allure that emanated from her was so captivating that the literary youth couldn't help but exclaim:
This girl is more beautiful and more attractive than any woman.
At this moment, Rong Shang, who was dressed as a man, raised her eyes and glanced at him, her tone becoming somewhat impatient, "Hurry up, I need to bring your people."
Upon hearing this, Wen Qing immediately became serious. "No, Master has already said that the young masters and ladies who are to be reformed this year all have terrible tempers. People with good personalities like us can't reform them."
"Hmm? So you're saying I have a bad personality?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow, her eyes extremely dangerous.
Is she good-natured?
Within a radius of a hundred miles, everyone knows that his junior brother Tang Sheng has the most fiery temper.
Wen Qing chuckled awkwardly twice. He neatly collected the personal documents that Rong Shang had just thrown over and then handed them back to Rong Shang. "Junior Brother, you'd better not mess with me anymore. If you can't even manage these people, then our training camp will have to close down."
As they were talking, a phone call came in. Wenqing answered it, and the person on the other end said that Rongshang should go to the door to meet his student.
Upon hearing this, Rong Chang naturally objected.
A bad temper can be changed, but what's the point of changing this chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?
But Wen Qing insisted that this was his father's instruction. Rong Shang's face darkened, and he suddenly stood up from his office chair, his angry appearance startling Wen Qing.
But when he thought of that rich young master with chuunibyou in the information, he couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Rong Shang reluctantly taking the information documents and preparing to leave, Wen Qing raised his fist to his chest and said, "Junior brother, good luck!"
With a "thud," Rong Chang kicked out.
Without any warning, the literary youth's chair was kicked over, and he instantly fell flat on his back.
"..."
The footsteps finally faded away.
Wen Qing got up from the ground and helplessly touched the tip of his nose as he watched Rong Shang's departing figure.
You know, this junior brother clearly has a pretty and well-behaved face.
Why is she so hot-tempered?
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