The jerk was taken aback by my imposing manner. Then he calmly said, "Speak. Don't stand at the elevator entrance. It's dangerous."
I immediately scurried out of the elevator. "Okay."
The jerk: "What's the matter?"
Oh no.
You're being so serious that I've lost the urge to pour my heart out.
This guy is nothing like what my brother described. He's supposed to be a "good sister" to chat and confide in? I think it's more like confessing to a "disciplinary dean".
I confessed. "Can you teach me how to avoid jerks? I really don't want to be deceived by them again!"
The jerk: "..."
Me: "..."
Oh no.
My brother told me not to mention jerks in front of this jerk.
Am I just asking for trouble by dancing on his landmine?
I twitched the corner of my mouth. "Sorry to bother you. I'll leave now. Bye."
Just as I turned around, the jerk called out to me. "Wait a minute."
I spun around at lightning speed. "Are you willing to teach me?"
The jerk's deep-set eyes showed no emotion, only the downturned corners of his mouth betrayed his disdain. "Do you think I look like a jerk?"
I was sweating. "No... no, of course not. It's just that a guy as handsome as you must have a lot of people chasing you... and you must be well - traveled. You must have much more experience than me, a newbie who's only been in one relationship and got cheated on..."
The jerk's expression softened a bit, but his tone was still very annoyed. "We've only met twice."
Me: "Yeah, yeah..."
The jerk: "And every time our conversation is about jerks."
Me: "......Ah? Oh."
The jerk: "Has your life become so boring that the only keyword left is 'jerk'?"
Smack.
His words were like an invisible slap across my face.
Ouch!
It hurt!
Right.
I used to be such a positive, optimistic, and cheerful girl full of energy!
Ever since I got cheated on, I've become a negative - energy - filled shrew whose world only revolves around the word "jerk"...
I was suddenly enlightened, feeling like I'd just climbed out of a mud pit. I bowed deeply to the jerk gratefully. "Thank you, Mr. Cheng! I know what to do! Next time I see you, Mr. Cheng, just call me if you need a massage!"
The jerk: "..."
He probably thought I was crazy.
His expression was a bit stunned.
But just as the elevator doors closed when I was going downstairs, the corner of his mouth lifted into an imperceptible smile.
Jerk.
You're really a hidden gem!
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On my way back, I passed by a mall and bought new clothes, cosmetics, as well as bags and shoes.
I'm going to report to the new company tomorrow. I want to make a perfect first impression on my new colleagues, work hard, and achieve financial freedom as soon as possible!
Before going to bed, to thank the jerk for his help, I specially reposted a WeChat Moment full of an old - timer's care: [Do these three exercises every day, and you'll never have to worry about cervical spondylosis again] and tagged [Mr. Cheng].
Yes.
In my heart, he's no longer a jerk.
I must give him a proper title!
I don't know if Mr. Cheng saw it. The whole night passed, and he didn't even reply.
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I got up very early the next day, put on a full set of beautiful makeup, changed into my new clothes, shoes, and bag, and took a beautiful photo to post on WeChat Moment: [Going to report to the new company. Come on, worker bee!]
Although I used to work in a bustling office building in the CBD of the city center, our outsourced project was for a securities company to maintain its management system. There were only a few programmers in the company, and the boss dressed more like an IT worker than the programmers. So I also became slack and casual. I wore checked shirts and jeans every day, put on glasses when working, and just pulled my hair up. Even the cleaning aunt in the office building was more fashionable and particular than me.
So, considering that the new company is a game - development team composed entirely of young people, I dressed up more brightly today.
However, after I entered the new company, I was so scared by the gloomy and terrifying working environment in the whole room and the half - dead new colleagues who looked like pickled zombies that I immediately backed out of the office. I checked again. Yes, it was [Shijia Culture]. The leader said it was a money - burning online - game company opened by his rich nephew.
They say programmers go bald from the 996 work schedule, and game designers burn out with the 007 work style. I saw it for myself today. It's a bit scary.
I want to go back to my old job.
But then I thought about the salary of over 10,000...
I pushed the door open and walked in. "Hello everyone. I'm Zhou Yinyin."
There were two guys in sweatshirts sitting in the first row of workstations near the door. One of them lifted his head. He must have worked all night and just fallen asleep when I woke him up. He was a bit grumpy. "Are you the new programmer... Holy cow... A girl?!"
Then his eyes suddenly lit up. He jumped up from his workstation like a dying man suddenly sitting up. "Wow, you're so beautiful! Wow! Did the boss deliberately find a beauty to boost our morale because he thought we were about to collapse?! Thank you, boss!!"
The guy with panda eyes, a stubbly beard, and glasses as thick as beer bottles shakily reached out his hand to me. "Hello, I'm the 3D modeler, Zhang Yuan. Are you single, beauty..."
Smack.
A slap sent Zhang Yuan flying to the wall on one side. A pale - faced short - haired little brother emerged behind him. He looked at me listlessly. "The company starts work at nine. Since everyone gets off work and goes to sleep at midnight, you don't need to come so early tomorrow. Also, the boss worked overtime too late last night and is sleeping in his office. Go to his office to report at nine."
Me: "Okay, thanks, handsome guy."
The "handsome guy" gave me a speechless look. "I'm a girl."
Me: "!!!"
Female colleague: "I hope you'll still be in the mood to put on full makeup after a week. Hehe, after all, I was just like you on my first day here."
Me: "..."
-
Before going to see the boss, I took a look around the new working environment.
It's really terrible.
Can you imagine? The office was pitch - black. There was a pair of strange red candles on the table, and the blood - red lights were like the eyes of evil spirits staring at you in the dark.
There were also yellow - paper talismans with red characters, paper dolls full of needles, and moldy Chinese pastries on the table...
It felt like this was an illegal place for some feudal superstition.
Just as I picked up a white mask and was carefully examining whether the red on it was paint or blood, a deep male voice came from behind me. "Are you Zhou Yinyin?"
Holy cow!
I was so scared that I almost dropped the mask.
I thought I'd see a ghost when I turned around!
Instead, it was a handsome guy with delicate features.
He was tall and slender, with fair skin that made his eyebrows and eyes look as black as ink. Due to staying up late last night, there was a faint blue tint under his eyes, but it didn't affect his gentle temperament at all.
I quickly said, "Hello, I'm Zhou Yinyin. May I ask who you are?"
"My uncle said he was going to introduce a very good programmer to help out. I thought it was a guy." The handsome guy smiled and reached out his hand. "I'm the boss and also the main game designer. My surname is Ge, and my given name is Ge. We're all young people. Just call me by my name."
Me: "Okay, Ge Ge."
Huh?
Something seems off.