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Ruan Yu almost didn't hold his phone firmly and hesitated to type: Is there a part that requires a video interview in this case?

Um.

She felt cold. She thought last night that it was great not to have to face to face, but today the flag fell down.

Ruan Yu looked down at his pajamas and pants, and replied quickly: Sorry, it’s not convenient for me now.

how long?

Such concise and concise questions are indeed shocking. You cannot accurately judge the tone through the screen. Ruan Yu even felt that he seemed impatient.

Thinking that she had only missed an appointment for an hour and was pretentious but not a video, she couldn't argue, so she had to praise her: ten minutes later.

Before she saw Xu Huaisong saying it was okay, she realized it for a long time. Is this the default timing started?

Ruan Yu quickly threw down his cell phone, took off his pajamas, and grabbed a lotus leaf sleeve chiffon shirt and put it on his head. After wearing it, he felt a little transparent, so he took off his inner lining again.

She didn't have time to change her pajamas, considering that the video could ignore her lower body, she turned to the dressing table.

The person in the mirror is so tired and haggard that his face looks like a dish because he has been tired for days.

no.

It is said that you cannot lose in front of your ex-boyfriend. "Ex-male god" and "ex-boyfriend" are just one word apart. Isn't it a tiny bit? How can you be so sloppy?

Ruan Yu took out the bare face cream and applied it to his face, covered it with some concealer under his eyes, and finally applied a thin layer of water-red lip glaze. Before he was about to finish his job, he looked at the bangs and the alarm sounded loudly in his heart.

The bangs were too oily and it was too late to wash their hair, but the puff powder she used for emergency treatment seemed to have used up two months ago.

Two minutes left.

She rummaged through the boxes and cabinets for a while, and could only spin the powder and pounce on her hair.

In the last thirty seconds, she ran to the living room and turned on the computer, gasped and breathed calmly, while typing: Lawyer Xu, I can do it here.

The end was still for fifteen seconds before sending a video invitation.

Ruan Yu adjusted the angle of the camera with one hand and rubbed his face with the other hand. He tried to smile and then pressed the Accept button.

Xu Huaisong appeared on the screen.

He wore a simple and decent white shirt, with buttons all over, and even the two cuffs were gone. He was lowering his head and flipping through a stack of information, and his whole body was filled with a tight smell of workplace elites.

He didn't look at her and was completely in work, Ruan Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

If possible, she hopes not to have any confrontation with him.

But it seemed that she had heard the lucky voice in her heart. The next second, Xu Huaisong raised her head. She immediately sat upright and greeted him: "Hello Lawyer Xu."

A voice of "Hello Lawyer Xu" shouted out the smell of "Hello Chief".

Xu Huaisong's eyes swept over the screen, and nodded to her like the leader, then lowered his head again, flipped through the information and said, "Ms. Ruan's original manuscript is a bit long."

Only then did Ruan Yu realize that he had printed out the information she had sent last night, two thick stacks.

She felt tight and calmly said, "It's okay, you can watch it slowly."

Xu Huaisong really read the manuscript slowly.

Contrary to his calmness, Ruan Yu's arms folded, as nervous as a primary school student listening to a class, staring at the screen with his eyes and observing his expression carefully.

She was afraid that when he saw a part, he suddenly felt familiar.

But Xu Huaisong had no extra actions except turning the page, and it seemed that he was reading other people's stories.

Ruan Yu slowly relaxed.

This relaxation made me notice the surrounding environment.

There looked like a study room with simple furnishings, with tables and chairs all in cool colors. The black bookcases at the back were neatly lined up with books, and several were astonishingly thick.

On his right hand, a corner of the black floor-to-ceiling window was faintly exposed.

The sky in East Eighth District was already shining brightly, but the West Eighth District was still sinking in the darkness.

Ruan Yu stared at him for a while, and his cervical spine became stiff when he was not very good. He twisted his neck and prepared to move, but the opponent quickly caught the movement.

Xu Huaisong looked up and suddenly met her eyes.

She paused violently, twisted her neck halfway, and forced herself to tilt her head and kill her.

Ruan Yu didn't know whether Xu Huaisong was killed, but she killed herself.

A clicking sound came from her neck clearly. She closed her eyes because of pain, but she didn't notice that the person on the other end of the screen had a slightly light look on her originally dull eyes.

When she opened her eyes, Xu Huaisong had already lowered her head again.

A quarter of an hour later, Ruan Yu saw that he seemed tired of reading, so he flipped over the manuscript and probably planned to continue afterwards. He raised his eyes and said to her: "The production of the anti-palette is to tell you what you think."

She cleared her throat, opened her mouth but stopped, and swept her head down, and found that she had forgotten to bring the relevant information from beginning to end.

What is she doing? Can she be more professional?

Ruan Yu stopped here, and Xu Huaisong seemed to understand. He reached out and pointed her in and signaled her to ask for help. She said, "Wait a minute", got up and planned to go to the study to get information, but as soon as she stood still, her whole body stiffened, as if she was struck by lightning.

So what... her little yellow pajama pants didn't seem to have time to change?

She slowly looked down at herself, but it was useless at this time. She couldn't bear to turn around to confirm the angle of the camera, raised her head and raised her chest, and fought with her left and right feet, holding the edge of the table with her hands slowly turned around and left.

Xu Huaisong clenched his fists and held back his smile. After two minutes, he saw her changing into a skirt and coming back as if nothing had happened.

He also regained his cold expression.

In order to cover up the embarrassment, Ruan Yu sat down and spoke very quickly, heading straight to the topic: "A friend in the industry has made some anti-palettes before. I picked a few more typical examples and thought it could be used as a counterattack."

Xu Huaisong nodded and signaled her to continue.

She opened the information and focused herself and said, "The first direction is the detail setting category. For example, the canned flowers mentioned by the other party in the palette. Although I did post the description after the other party's author, I can see it when I turned to Chapter 7..."

Xu Huaisong followed up to the relevant chapters.

She put the hair behind her ears, circled the highlighter on the information, and pointed it at the camera: "I have made a prelude to this position, saying that the heroine likes sunflowers and lavender. However, this prelude was published before the other author mentioned these two flowers. In other words, the prelude to the appearance may not be counted."

Xu Huaisong nodded and indicated that there was no problem in this direction.

After getting affirmation, Ruan Yu continued: "The second direction is plot setting. For example, what I wrote in Chapter 10 is the opponent of the male protagonist and several supporting roles."

Xu Huaisong turned to the corresponding page number again.

Ruan Yu stopped and felt a little guilty because this was a completely real experience.

The pressure of studying in the first year of high school was not that great. There were a few bad boys in Class 10 who were particularly noisy and thought the school cafeteria was unpalatable. They climbed over the wall every few days to buy fried chicken.

Once, she met Xu Huaisong walking with them. One of the boys hooked his shoulders and whispered: "Come and put the ladder after class and put it at the back wall."

She was surprised at the time, thinking that Xu Huaisong, who was so cold and elegant, like an exiled immortal from the sky, should have grown up with dew, how could he get along with them to satisfy his desire to fry chicken?

As expected, he pushed the other party's hand away and said in a cold tone: "No interest."

But the other party was simply a bully, and he hooked his hand back: "Don't you do it? Then give your phone to Lao Ruan!"

"Lao Ruan" is Ruan Yu's father. She knew her father's bad temper. When she heard this, she wanted to hear what Xu Huaisong planned to deal with it, but the group of people had already turned into the classroom.

There was no way to know the follow-up. In order to prevent Xu Huaisong from falling into a possible crisis, after class, she worked hard to get a ladder from the logistics department with her father's connection and secretly put it in the grass at the back door of the school. Then she went to the clothes and hid her merits and fame.

Ruan Yu moved this passage into the novel as it was, for fear of being recognized.

Seeing that she had been out of the god for a long time, Xu Huaisong asked: "What?"

She returned to her soul in one second and continued: "There are other works in this plot, but if you look closely, the development follow-up is completely different from the intention to ink. My version is from the perspective of the heroine, and the subsequent incident is the heroine secretly putting a ladder, which is intended to show her secret love."

"But the other party's author's version is from the perspective of the male protagonist, and the subsequent description of the male protagonist is a psychological description, saying that he actually likes to eat fried chicken, but he knew that the heroine was nearby and felt embarrassed to climb over the wall, so he deliberately showed no worldly fireworks. The intention here is to reflect the difference in the male protagonist's appearance."

Xu Huaisong heard it and coughed lightly, picked up the cup at hand, drank a sip of water, and then said, "This direction is no problem."

Seeing that he had no special reaction, Ruan Yu felt relieved and nodded and changed to the next angle: "The third direction is character setting. Although there are many memes in the two books, as mentioned in the previous example, there are actually differences between people, especially the character of the male protagonist, which is introverted in my version, but in the other author's version..."

She couldn't find the adjective immediately, and was thinking, when she suddenly heard a clear sound of "pop", probably because Xu Huaisong received a WeChat message.

He ignored it and signaled her to continue with his eyes.

But before Ruan Yu could speak, a prompt sound rang out from the other end. Then, the news kept popping out like a fatal blow.

Xu Huaisong frowned and had to click to see.

Poetry Essence: Brother, I read the novel of Senior Sister Ruan again.

Poetry Essence: Mom is so funny! Why are you who are there with her?

Poetry Essence: Did you pretend to be comparing in front of her every day?

Poetry Essence: Brother, you are so fashionable. In that era when the word "pretending to compare" was not yet known, you had learned to pretend to compare!

Poetry Essence: Ah, but from this point of view, Senior Sister Ruan likes that one, be careful not to break the character!

Xu Huaisong: “…”

He was careful, and said to her?

Poetry Essence: Oh, then again, brother, I sympathize with you quite a lot. Don’t say that Senior Sister Ruan may not like you now, even if she still likes you, then the person in her heart is not really you!

Xu Huaisong couldn't bear it anymore and typed: Is there too little homework?

Ruan Yu saw that he seemed to grit his teeth, and was in a bad mood, so he asked carefully: "If you have something to deal with..."

"No." Xu Huaisong looked up and immediately returned to a state of indifference and alienation, "Continue."

While he said this, he felt that "faithful words are unpleasant". It is still necessary to pay attention to Xu Huaishi's reminder, so he used his heart and opened the search engine casually.

In order to be in line with national conditions, he used Baidu and entered: How to become a cold person.

After clicking on "Baidu", the first item is "Baidu Knows".

Someone really asked the same question as him.

He was about to click in to see the details, but he saw the first reply below at first: What a dream, brother, if you can ask such a question, then you will be a cold nobleman in this life!
Chapter completed!