After hurrying and hurrying, the two finally arrived at their company's office at 8:45 am.

It is said to be an office, but in fact it is just a relatively large studio, from the living room, office room, lounge, to the small kitchen at this end.

The TV series version of "Arakawa Comedy" was already playing on the computer screen, and a certain elderly sister was watching it with her legs bent and bare feet on a soft chair.

Mr. Qianyuan walked to the work table, reached out and pushed aside the scattered pens and papers on the table. He made a free space and put a cup of hot coffee on it. The water was freshly boiled and the coffee was freshly brewed from cheap infusions on the table.

This guy Hirata is really stingy. He only has this kind of stuff in his personal cupboard, and besides that there seems to be beer.

I don’t know if it tastes good or not, because Mr. Chihara has not yet reached the legal age of twenty and is not allowed to drink.

On a side note, the bottle of high-end red wine on the shelf that you can see in front of the door to show off is actually a 3,000 yen cheap red wine purchased online. It was also a show-off that Mr. Chihara and President Hirata secretly came up with.

A way to save money without losing style.

Even if a guest comes, he won't feel distressed when he picks up a bottle. Maybe under the psychological placebo effect, the other person will think it tastes particularly delicious when he looks at the Chateau de France Margaux sticker outside.

"Well... Yuan Bao, it is indeed right to bring you here!"

"Hey! Don't be so disgusting!"

Mr. Chihara took the document package and gently kicked the agent president who had just entered the door to the sofa.

"Also...lift your feet!"

"OK."

Mr. Qianyuan helped him take off his shoes and threw the slippers on the ground for him to put on. Fortunately, this guy didn't have any foot sweat, otherwise the smell would have been great.

"How many times have I told you, can you please stop asking me to mop the floor when you go in to change your shoes? The wooden floor cannot withstand the trouble and needs to be waxed, which is really troublesome!"

Just like an old mother, Mr. Qianyuan scolded and scolded the sloppy old man who was thirty years old and had not yet married.

Finally, I wiped the snow on the soles of my shoes with a paper towel and put them on the shoe cabinet.

Today, Mr. Chihara can easily lie down and take a rest after washing his hands again.

It's a pity that the two brothers are still unwilling to let him have a peaceful nap.

I just closed my eyes and something happened again.

"Zhuda, why are you sitting in my seat watching TV series? And you are holding a bag of potato chips? Can you have a sense of superiority and inferiority?"

"Don't worry, I'll come down as soon as I finish watching this episode. You and Qianyuan can watch TV on the sofa for a while."

"No, I have something urgent today. I might not know if there will be an email."

Hirata, a veteran agent and part-time club president, pushed away the swivel chair, and Aya Taketatsu remained unmoved no matter how vigorously he refused.

"No, you have nothing at all."

"Stop talking nonsense and I'll be here later."

"Then you cut it back for me. I'm just getting excited and there's a message prompting me to call you."

Ms. Caimiao jumped off the chair and pointed at the mailbox interface that was full of small advertisements and **** price discounts, asking him to quickly switch back to the TV series screen just now.

"I've convinced you both." Mr. Qianyuan shook his head, "Zhutatsu, which episode have you seen? I'll continue downloading it for you on my phone later. Don't disturb someone who is playing games on the pretext of work.

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"Let me clarify, I really have work today."

After all, President Hirata did not deny the fact that he had been playing games at work in the past.

Miss Taketatsu Aimiao snorted, pinched his shoulder hard in retaliation, then picked up her coffee and sat down across from Mr. Qianyuan, watching him pull up the page on his mobile phone and download a high-definition pirated video.

Qianyuan threw the phone to her, then poured a cup of coffee from the hot water bottle and placed it on the work table.

Then he lay back on the sofa and asked his phone to turn on the "watch and download" function.

Although it’s not a good thing to say, Ms. Taketatsu Aimiao would be interested in piracy because the TV station suppressed the development of Japanese video websites. They even charge copyright fees for editing a clip. If they don’t pay, they will be removed from the shelves, let alone used.

There are other ways to watch TV series.

As a consumer, Zhuda Caimiao certainly thinks about himself. It is the best thing to watch and pass the time while clocking in and catching fish at work. No one cares about what is legal and illegal, and no one will report it anyway.

So, when the newcomer Yui Mizukura came to the lounge, she saw a rare scene. It was rare that all four of them were present.

Senior Qianhara, who was the most tired and sleepy, covered his eyes with a warm towel and gave himself an eye massage.

The cutest old-timer, Cai Miao, holds someone else's old mobile phone and stares at the screen, giggling from time to time.

And President Hirata, who had just waited for a long time and received no email, started the electronic world war in full swing again.

There was a stack of documents spread out on the table in the center of the room that no one seemed to be looking at.

"Hey, you're here~" Mr. Hirata, who was wearing headphones, waved hello to his newcomer.

It's just that his voice is a bit like Master Yue in the Hong Kong drama, which makes people shudder.

"Be normal and don't scare people."

Zhutatsu Caimiao rolled her eyes cutely at her president, and then waved for Meng Xin to come to her side, "Mizucang-san, I also prepared some snacks."

It's just cheap stuff bought from outside.

Seeing her carrying her schoolbag and running over in small steps, Miss Caimiao couldn't help but smile.

"You came to the office on Saturday. It seems that Shuicang didn't make up any extra classes?"

"No, I will make up for it in the afternoon." The girl shook her head and replied, "So in addition to the animation script, I also have today's homework in my bag."

“So dedicated!”

Zhuda Caimiao sighed and asked: "Isn't the academic pressure very high?"

"Kind of."

Zhuda Caimiao, who has a high school education, sighed helplessly and said with a wry smile: "I was the same at that time, but it was more serious than you. It felt like it was all from heaven."

"That only means you are stupid, stupid and lazy."

"Who are you talking about!"

Qian Yuan made a sound, but he was still covered with a towel and refused to move.

Of course, the only response he got was an angry "pinch on the thigh" from someone.

"But now you can actually care about the learning situation of your juniors. This kind of behavior is worthy of encouragement and praise."

Mr. Qianyuan threw one of the candies on the table to her, and then turned to the new student Yui Mizukura: "If you don't mind, can I see what you have learned in this year's course?"

As he spoke, he was still holding the freshly dropped towel in his hand. The water that was warm ten minutes ago had already cooled down.

"Well, okay."

Mizukura Yui watched the elder brother across from him throw the towel back into the basin, took out two paper towels to wipe his hands, took over the homework he had to hand in today's cram school, and handed him a fruit candy at the same time.

However, Mr. Qianyuan had just taken the book into his hand and turned the pages. He frowned like an old Chinese medicine doctor, and the more he looked at it, the more he frowned. His face kept changing back and forth, and his eyes changed from shock to lamentation to numbness.

It made her feel scared.

"What grade are you in?" he asked with a wry smile.

Shuicang replied quietly: "First year of high school."

"I'm a freshman in high school..."

Mr. Qianyuan's mouth twitched.

Mizukura-san's hands were trembling.

I have long heard that Shinichi-san in the company was given the nickname "Tokyo Shen". Even he has this look on his face. Is he hopeless?

"Um...doctor, is it serious?"

"It's not a question of whether it's serious or not."

Mr. Qianyuan, who put down his notebook, let out a long breath and looked ugly.

"It's just that I didn't expect that the notebooks I sold back then would be recycled by used bookstores and turned into tutoring homework for current students. I was so shocked at the time."

"It turns out there is such an easy way to make money in this world."
Chapter completed!