Liu Tiantian’s gloating voice rang out from behind: "We’ll wait for you to return triumphantly."
Feng Li: "..."
He should have just put out a rock to crush her scissors and see if she’d still be laughing.
Guan Ling saw Liu Tiantian’s smug look and shook her head with a smile.
"Feng Li’s so gullible. Every ti he plays rock-paper-scissors with , he loses, yet he never seems to learn his lesson," Liu Tiantian pretended to sigh, "I don’t even know what he’s trying to achieve by doing this, what’s the point?"
Hu Yueke pondered for a few seconds, then couldn’t help but say, "Have you ever thought that maybe he’s deliberately letting you win?"
Liu Tiantian: "Hmm?"
"Because every ti you play, it’s always scissors, paper, rock in that order," Guo Aixian chid in, "We’ve long figured out your pattern."
Liu Tiantian: "Hmm hmm??"
Guan Ling also laughed, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at her, "Why do you think he’s doing that?"
Liu Tiantian pondered for a few seconds and concluded, "Maybe it’s because he wants to be on the frontline of gossip, so he’s letting win. Otherwise, he’d miss the first-hand scoop."
"..."
Guan Ling stopped smiling, sat up straight, and continued working on her computer. Hu Yueke gave her a thumbs-up and then got back to work too. Guo Aixian looked at Liu Tiantian with a complex expression, her lips moving for a long ti before finally saying, "So your rock-paper-scissors order has symbolic aning."
Liu Tiantian: "Hmm hmm hmm???"
Why did they all seem so strange?
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Feng Li knocked three tis on the door as usual, waiting to hear the "click" of the lock before pushing the door open.
He first pushed the door open a crack and peeked his head in.
The office was bright and clean, with no signs of chaos. The man behind the desk was focused on his work, making it hard to see his exact expression. But judging by the relatively normal atmosphere in the office, Feng Li initially concluded that Fu Jinghen might fit into one of the three scenarios Hu Yueke had just analyzed.
He took a deep breath, steadied his nerves, and walked in.
"President Fu."
Fu Jinghen didn’t move, maintaining his slightly bowed posture.
Feng Li: "..."
What does this silence an? Which situation is this exactly?
Fu Jinghen didn’t speak, and Feng Li didn’t dare to either. The office was frighteningly quiet.
After a while, Fu Jinghen saw that Feng Li was still standing at the desk and looked up at him, "Anything you need?"
"Huh? No, nothing." Feng Li instinctively shook his head, then nodded, "Yes, there’s sothing."
Fu Jinghen’s brow furrowed slightly, "Do you need sothing or not?"
"I ca to see if you needed anything."
The furrow in Fu Jinghen’s brow deepened, "What would I need?"
"Just...uh..." Feng Li hesitated.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Fu Jinghen, slightly annoyed by Feng Li’s stamring, said, "If you haven’t figured it out, go out, think it over, then co back."
"Did you see the Weibo? The Boss Lady and the male actor from the sa show got on the hot search because that male actor comnted on the Boss Lady’s recent Weibo in a familiar tone. But we’ve just analyzed it outside and concluded that the male actor is riding on the Boss Lady’s popularity by doing this, trying to boost his own popularity."
Feng Li described the whole incident in one breath without even a pause for punctuation, and after finishing, stared intently at his boss.
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