There is a layer of white hair and mold floating on the noodle box.
I looked at the furry thing and then looked at the time on my phone - 11:47 pm. I was the only one left in the office, and the light flickered twice, as if it was about to go out at any moment.
"Zhou Yi!"
Mr. Zhao's voice boomed in from the door. My hands shook and the instant noodle box almost fell over on the keyboard.
Zhao Deyan walked in in a suit and leather shoes, his leather shoes clicking on the floor. With a cigarette in his hand, he walked up to my work station, glanced at the instant noodles on the table, and then looked at me with a look similar to that of a wild dog on the roadside.
"The project plan is due tomorrow, do you still have the heart to have a midnight snack now?" He flicked the cigarette ashes next to my keyboard, "Waste is waste, no wonder I can't get a full-time job after half a year of internship."
I opened my mouth and wanted to say that I had already finished writing the plan and sent it to his email in the afternoon.
"I've seen your plan." Mr. Zhao didn't wait for me to say anything. "What the hell? The data is all copied and the analysis is nonsense. Do you think I can't tell?"
He didn't look. I bet you a hundred bucks that he didn't read it. Because when I was writing the plan, the Type Zero guy was still whispering in my mind, saying, "Don't worry, host, I've optimized the data for you, and no one will be able to tell that you copied it."
"Let's make a new one at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." Mr. Zhao turned around and walked to the door. "If you can't make it, you won't come."
The door slams shut.
