The colleague held the water glass and nodded aside: "It's really stupid."

Huang Da typed in the chat box: "Your billing volume is considered to be the worst. You don't need to consider what users like. You don't need to consider whether our app is alive or dead. You just follow the script honestly."

Just come, even if you don't express yourself freely, at least you won't be charged back..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

A colleague stopped Huang Da and said, "Don't say so much. Your tone is so excited. What if someone takes a screenshot and uses it to set the pace? Just tell him businesslikely. If he still doesn't listen, it's him who will have his account canceled."

My own business."

There is always a calm guy next to every impulsive person to stop him. This is "there must be an antidote within ten steps".

Huang Da is not an impulsive person. His long career as a social worker is the best whetstone for personality. He calmed down and honestly deleted all the words he just typed and re-entered:

[Dear, judging from our user group preferences and feedback, it is better for you to use scripts. Please continue to work hard.]

Huang Da took the initiative to end the conversation, lying on the chair and said to his colleagues:

"With this kind of understanding, if you receive orders later and your orders will be returned, your account will be cancelled."

Qiu Ze stood up from his chair, stretched, turned to his colleagues and said:

"They are still superstitious about the little prince. With this level of operation, it will collapse."

Wang Zixu sat on a chair and typed into the computer:

The teacher told me that no one in the world is born great, and no one is born mediocre. But my father told me that I am destined to be mediocre. Because he is a loan collector. A loan collector will never give birth to a great son, unless I am not him

species.

Then, he would remember that I might not be his kind after all. Then he would beat me until I was covered with bruises.

I wasn't beaten every time, because I later learned to run. At first I was always caught by him, and he would say, "See if you can run away, see if you can run away," and then hit me harder.

Beat me. He hopes that I can understand that if I don’t run away, I won’t get hit harder. If I don’t run away and just act as a sandbag, he won’t hit me too hard.

It's a pity that he has a very stupid mouth. He would neither say "I love you" to my mother nor "Don't run away" to me. I didn't realize the subtle meaning of his actions until many years later.

I was a bit dull back then.

This is also the reason why I have developed long-distance running skills.

I always go out and run along Wangqiao Street towards the river embankment. When I see the back of the embankment, I turn to the left and run along that road to the river bank at the end of the city. Then I lie down on the grass on the river bank.

During this time, I counted the clouds in the sky. That was the happiest moment of my day.

As I ran, I felt the wind caressing my cheek, the buildings quickly swept across my sight, and people's voices changed from distant to clear, and then from clear to distant. All of this made me intoxicated.

When I come home, usually my father will squat in the dark room and cry with his face hidden. I will help him turn on the light and say, Dad, I am back.

He never answered.

One day I ran out of the house again. I seemed to hear the head teacher calling my name, but I didn't stop. The next day the head teacher called me into the office. I thought he was going to say something about respecting teachers.

thing, but what he said surprised me:

"You are a good prospect in track and field. The coach of our sports school is very interested in you. Would you like to go to his place to practice long-distance running?"

I hesitated.

In fact, I really wanted to agree to him. The reason why I hesitated was because of one person.

My mother told me - that was a long time ago - that as long as you love someone very much, your life will be saved. Later I found out that the person she loved was not my dad. Therefore, my dad didn't love me either.

I don't love my dad either. We hate each other.

My mom used to hate my dad, but then she fell in love with someone else, so she found the antidote, and she left, leaving me and my dad hating each other. Not only did I hate my dad, I also hated the bald history teacher, and I hated the bad breath.

My deskmate, I hate everyone equally.

We are so hopeless that we believe that someone is destined to be a mediocre person, destined to rot and stink in an unnoticed corner. Until I met her in this class. She also became the reason why I refused to go to sports school.

reasons.

Her name is Chen Qingluo...

...Wang Zixu covered his face and rubbed it hard before he came back to his senses.

He looked at the half-dark living room with sleepy eyes. There was a shadowy figure of a child standing near the coffee table, which looked exactly like his own when he was young. He turned on the light, and the child disappeared.

He returned to the computer and first deleted the three words "Chen Qingluo", and then deleted the entire paragraph.

Late, 6:45.

get off work.

The five hours after get off work hours are often the time when "Wen Wen" comes in. Users who have newly downloaded in the past three days will decide whether they can retain it at this time. This is also the time to decide the outcome.

Everything he could do had been done. What he had to do next was to wait for the bullet to fly to the set target.
Chapter completed!