I'm afraid the office romance in my mind is too naive. A boss who is from the United States but is proficient in Chinese is actually equivalent to a bug-like existence. There is always a small universe in the mind of a dead house. He thinks more than he talks. He wants to work hard but can only settle for mediocrity. I wonder how different people can be. Maybe someone you are looking at from a distance actually has the same hobbies as you? Of course, this is something that can only appear in words and the Utopia, which is just an imaginary utopia.
I wanted to write a relatively relaxing story, but I brought some of my own thoughts and personality into it, making the article look more like an essay. Although it was relaxed, it lacked storytelling.
At most, it exists as a backup. Yes, but I will try my best to write it.