Not long after, Lin Yuqin called the eighth group.

The prepared office scenery slowly rises in the center of the stage.

On the far left is the front desk, a smooth and clean desk. A clock hangs on one side of the background wall, pointing to ten o'clock in the morning. Four protruding engraved characters are fixed in the middle: Jiayin Design.

Shu Mei was wearing a decent suit, a white shirt and a navy blue skirt. The fabric was not bad, and she was sitting behind the computer on her desk, looking at the screen intently.

The central room separated by baffles is narrower than the two sides. The one closest to the front desk contains a coffee machine and a small wooden table. On the right is a relatively simple table and a computer. The printer is placed at the rear.

The power is on and the indicator light is on.

Qin Jue was sitting at the table. He was wearing a shirt, trousers and a tie. The collar was turned up at one point. His hair was a bit messy, with many tiny strands sticking out. He had a pair of old-fashioned rectangular black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was squinting his head.

Look at the computer.

On the far right side of the stage, Liang Chenglei in a suit and tie sits behind a dark red wooden desk. A photo frame on the desk is slightly turned to the audience, and you can see a woman wearing home clothes.

On the wall to his left, there are two pieces of A4 paper, with "Jiayin Design Work Regulations" written in conspicuous bold letters, one of which is marked in red: Article 10, office romance is prohibited.

The overall appearance, the less than ten-meter-long stage, is well-proportioned, with appropriate complexity and simplicity, the information is clear at a glance, and the foreshadowing is hidden.

Yue Yang in the judges' box raised his eyebrows slightly.

This group...

He looked at Zeng Xinhuiqin and saw the same affirmation in her eyes.

The big lights at the top of the stage were dimmed, and the side spotlights shone on the office set of Group 8, heralding the start of the performance.

The sound engineer made a phone call offsite.

"Dingling bell——"

Shu Mei, who was checking the message, didn't panic. She waited for the landline phone to ring three times with a soft smile, then picked up the phone with her left hand and pulled out the signature pen fixed on the table with her right hand: "Hello, Jiayin Design."

"Um, um, okay, the meeting originally scheduled at three o'clock this afternoon has been moved up to two o'clock, right?" She said while writing down, "I understand, please wait a moment..."

Liang Chenglei put down the document, exhaled heavily, and shouted: "Xiao Qin, coffee!"

"Okay, okay!"

Qin Jue was still typing in front of the computer. When he heard the words, he immediately jumped up. When he stood up, he bumped a leg on the table. He staggered towards the coffee machine with a grin on his face. He wiped his sweat on the seam of his trousers before pressing the button.

button and place the coffee cup with some water drops under the machine.

"...I'll call you back later, thank you."

Shu Mei just finished her phone call. She put down the phone, pulled out a document, held it in front of her with both hands, stood up neatly and walked to the office.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Qin Jue, who was waiting next to the coffee machine.

"Ah, haha, uh, good morning." Qin Jue smiled in panic and took a step back.

"Good morning."

Shu Mei smiled softly, her eyes were bright, her cheeks were slightly red, she was delicate and shy.

She glanced at Qin Jue's collar with a tender and happy expression, and then fixed her gaze on his flustered and nervous face. Her long eyelashes fluttered nervously, and she lowered her eyelids and whispered: "Well, Hao

Mr. Li from Feng Tuwen said that he hopes to advance the meeting time to two o'clock."

"What? Ah, oh, oh! Okay, I'll report it."

Qin Jue's eyes were all fixed on her peach-like face, and he nodded repeatedly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Shu Mei quickly raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her eyes again: "I'm sorry."

She added: "Well... work hard?"

"Well, well!" Qin Jue swallowed his saliva and nodded like he was talking about garlic. His eyes were still staring straight at her face, and his ears were red.

Shu Mei smiled shyly, handed him the document, turned and left.

Qin Jue followed her figure until the door was closed. The "ding" of the coffee machine woke her up like an alarm bell.

"Hiss."

She hurriedly gathered the documents in her arms, and was burned while getting the coffee. The stiff expression she had faced the girl just now was now vivid and lively. The cup of coffee swayed in her hand as she ran, but there was not a drop.

Spilling over the rim of the cup is fun and funny.

Qin Jue stopped in front of the manager's office, stopped suddenly, restrained his expression, looked extremely serious, and knocked on the door three times with the knuckle of the hand holding the document.

"Enter."

Liang Chenglei is full of energy.

"Mr. Liang."

As soon as Qin Jue opened the door, he immediately put on a smile, walked quickly to the desk, and said very quickly, "Your coffee, and Haofen, no, Mr. Li from Haofeng Pictures called and asked if he could bring it

The meeting time is three, uh, two o'clock."

She turned the document aside and handed it over with both hands.

"Yeah." Liang Chenglei took it and put it down casually, "Have you submitted the "Monthly Supplies Demand List"? Print out twelve copies of the outline for tomorrow's meeting, and send an email to Xiaoyun Advertising Company saying that last week's draft needs to be revised, no matter how obvious the font is.

A little, and..."

Qin Jue nodded hurriedly, took a lot of tasks and left the office. Before leaving, he glanced at the regulations on the wall unintentionally, showing a strange expression, a little unwilling, but also seemed to be secretly happy.

She quickly sat back in her seat. The clock on the wall at the front desk was moving rapidly. Suddenly, the three people on the stage were all moving at four times speed. They were answering calls, taking pens to take notes, flipping through documents, and even their expressions.

The transformation is quite fast.

The biggest one among them was Qin Jue. She first moved her eyes back and forth in front of the computer, then quickly kicked the table leg and slid to the side of the printer in her office chair.

The printed documents were spit out of the machine like snowflakes. The machine was old-fashioned and made a rumbling sound when it was running. Some papers bounced into the air. She went to pick them up in panic, holding them in her arms one by one, moving very quickly.

There was an afterimage, and he looked anxious and wished he could grow ten hands.

Within two seconds, the phone at the table rang. Qin Jue rushed over with a big stride, staggering and almost hitting his waist on the way. He cleared his throat before picking up the phone: "Hello, hello, Jiayin Design. OK.

Yes, I understand, please wait a moment."

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She spoke as fast as a machine gun, and then she quickly took the documents in her hand and banged them on the table to put them in order, typing, answering the phone, running the printer, tripping over wires, refilling the boss's coffee... She was in the small space

When the office is full of stress, the two words I hear most often are "ok" and "right away".

The audience in the audience burst into laughter. It was cheerful at first, but then became sad.

Isn’t this me who works overtime every day!

The clown is actually me!!

"The pace is so fast."

Zeng Xinhuiqin had a faint smile on her lips.

It only took a minute from the time Shu Mei answered the phone to the time Qin Jue came out of Liang Chenglei's office.

The fast-forward performance just now only took one minute.

Huge amount of information, excellent acting skills, and clear character settings.

Ingenious and novel acceleration performance, every setting of the phone ring, coffee machine, and printer is timed correctly.

"This is the eighth group?" She flipped through the information at hand, a little surprised, "There is no director and screenwriter?"

Bang!

Qin Jue fell hard on his butt on the stage. This fall seemed to have caused the time that had been driven several times faster to return to its original state.

In the office next to him, Liang Chenglei was drinking coffee and shouted: "Where are the meeting minutes?"

"Just come!"

Qin Jue answered immediately, whispered "Ouch" a few times, limped along with the file, picked it up and walked towards the manager's office.

At the same time, the clock has quietly moved to one o'clock in the afternoon.

The delivery boy, who was guest-starred by prop master Zhu Xi, walked into the front desk carrying a plastic bag. Shu Mei took the thank you, carefully opened the transparent lid, and broke open the disposable wooden chopsticks.

The big screen on the stage showed a close-up of her hand in real time, showing a faint ring mark on her slender middle finger.

Oh?
Chapter completed!