A healing writer? No, it's a depressing writer!

Chapter 15: Simple bad breath, ultimate enjoyment!

In one’s life, there are generally two very important things:

First of all, it’s none of your business.

Second, it’s none of my business.

Although Jiang Hai felt that he was not a bad person, he didn't think he was a good person either.

Mu Tingting would show off her inexplicable sense of superiority in front of Jiang Hai whenever she had nothing to do.

What? Jiang Hai comes from a working-class family and she comes from a scholarly family. Farmers educated in working-class families are simply uneducated.

What? She scored very high in the college entrance examination. It was a blessing for Jiang Hai to be able to sit in the same classroom with her.
But for all these words, you should just say them behind people's backs and discuss them in a low voice behind their backs.

As a man, Jiang Hai was too lazy to argue with her.

But this person just doesn't know how to restrain himself.

Not only did you jump on my face and attack me, but you even acted as my life mentor?

Seeing Jiang Hai typing seriously on the tablet, Mu Tingting did not hide the contempt in her eyes:
"This kind of online article is not something that anyone can write."

“People, it is important to know yourself.”

Originally, Jiang Hai was thinking about not bothering to pay attention to her. After all, he was not very familiar with this woman, and there was no need to waste his energy with people he was not familiar with.

But it’s fine if I don’t care about you, but what’s the matter with you kicking my nose in the face?
First, he mocked my status as a special recruit and said I was not worthy of sitting with you.

I didn't do anything fucking thing. I just sat in the classroom in front of the tablet, tapping on the keyboard and typing a few words. I didn't offend anyone.

Do I have to be ridiculed by you even though I'm like this?
He adheres to the life principle of taking revenge immediately and never leaving it overnight.

Looking at the arrogant Mu Tingting, Jiang Hai stopped typing on the keyboard and said something to her:

"Whether I write online articles or not is none of your business?"

"You idiot."

It’s not that Jiang Hai doesn’t have quality, but usually he is weak when facing the weak and strong when facing the strong.

If you treat me politely, I will definitely return your gift politely or even offer you a gift.

People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet.

But I've already given you face, and instead of restraining yourself, you're going to attack me in the face?
Then don't blame me for my bad mouth.
As if she couldn't believe her ears, Mu Tingting widened her eyes and stared at Jiang Hai in front of her in disbelief:
"What did you say?"

"I said—" Jiang Hai stretched out the last syllable and even amplified his voice, "You are a loser!"

This really made Mu Tingting very angry.

Students who can enter Chenghai Drama Academy, especially the Chinese Department, should at least be high-level intellectuals.

At the very least, everyone should have the most basic qualities, right?

People like Jiang Hai not only have no manners, but they even start swearing as soon as they come in.
Is such a person really qualified to enter their Chengxi Chinese Department?
"You...you..." Mu Tingting was so frightened that her hair stood on end. She glared at Jiang Hai in front of her, "You have no manners!!!"

"You dare to scold me? Who the hell do you think you are!"

"I'm not sure whether I'm a thing or not, but I can basically confirm one thing now." Jiang Hai glanced at the clock hanging in the classroom, then slowly put the tablet into his schoolbag, "You——"

“It’s definitely not a thing”

After saying this, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

There was no pause.

Jiang Hai packed up his schoolbag and left decisively.

Seeing Jiang Hai getting up and trying to leave, Mu Tingting stood up angrily and subconsciously wanted to chase after him:

"Don't leave, explain it to me clearly!"

Unexpectedly, before she took two steps, she was grabbed by the fat man next to her.

As if with good intentions, the fat man tried to persuade Mu Tingting:
"Sister Ting, Haizi didn't mean that. He meant that you are a thing."

"Oh, that's not right. You are a person, how can you be a thing?"

"But you are nothing? Why do I feel like this is a bit like an insult?"

"It's over, Sister Ting. I feel like I need to grow a brain. After going around in circles, I feel like I'm not sure whether you are a thing or not."

Xingtian Chinese website, editorial office of group 19.

It was almost time to get off work, but editor Yang Shuman had no intention of leaving her workstation. She was sitting in front of her computer, holding the list of authors given to her by editor-in-chief Susan, and asking for manuscripts from each of them and talking on the phone.

So busy.

"Shuman, I have a report here. Please sort it out." Chief Editor Lin Yaoxian threw a thick stack of information on Yang Shuman's desk, and then continued, "This report is not urgent. You can send it to my email before 11 o'clock tonight. I will use it tomorrow morning."

Yang Shuman looked at the thick stack of reports in front of her and suddenly became hesitant.

'Isn't it urgent?'

'Send it to my email before 11pm tonight?'

I know every Chinese character you mentioned, but why can't I understand them when they are put together?

Now, it was already 6:30 in the afternoon. Yang Shuman took a look at the thick stack of reports on the table and roughly estimated that -

Even if she didn't leave work, eat or rest, it would take her at least five to six hours to compile this stack of reports.

Even if I start processing this stack of reports now, assuming a relatively fast work efficiency, I will still need to work until 11 o'clock in the evening to finish it.

With this kind of intensity and this kind of intensive workload——

You told me there's no rush???
If this happened under normal circumstances, Yang Shuman would have no choice but to agree to Lin Yaoxian's request, even though she was unwilling.
"Okay, Editor Lin, I'll get started right away."

However, in the current situation, Yang Shuman still has many authors that she has not contacted.

Commissioning and reviewing manuscripts, and discussing the follow-up of the plot with the author
Each of these tasks takes a lot of time!
It was at this moment that she recalled what the editor-in-chief, Susan, had said to her:

"Editors should complete their duties and do what they are supposed to do!"

When the editor-in-chief Lin Yaoxian put down the thick stack of reports in his hand and prepared to turn around and leave.

Yang Shuman called out to him from behind for the first time:

"Editor Lin, shouldn't things like statistical reports be the job of clerks?"

"Clerk's work, why do you want me to take care of them?"

Lin Yaoxian was a little surprised when Yang Shuman suddenly called him.

He was stunned for a moment and then looked at Yang Shuman:

"Because the clerks have all gone off work."

Changing from her usual weak attitude, Yang Shuman seemed like a different person and spoke out her thoughts for the first time:
"The clerk needs to get off work."

"Don't I need to get off work?"

"And I'm an editor, this isn't something I should have to deal with."

As if it was hard to believe, Lin Yaoxian never expected that Yang Shuman, who had always been submissive, would actually become a troublemaker?

This sudden change made the editor-in-chief Lin Yaoxian somewhat uncomfortable:

"you"

"From today on, I will no longer take on any work that is not related to my identity as an editor!" With the idea that this is the last month of work anyway and that she must die if she fails, Yang Shuman mustered up her courage and poured out everything in her mind. "So, in this last period of time, please don't order me to do any work or things that are not related to editing!"

"Thank you!"

This sudden toughness made the editor-in-chief Lin Yaoxian extremely uncomfortable.

However, although he was extremely shocked, as Yang Shuman's direct superior——

Editor-in-chief Lin Yaoxian quickly calmed himself down.

He just smiled politely at Yang Shuman:

"Young man, it's good to be ambitious."

"We support you. As leaders, we will definitely support you."

"I'll hand this report over to Xiao Xu from the administration department. You can focus on your own things first."

But the next second after he finished saying this and turned around.

The kind smile on his face disappeared instantly:

"I am embarrassed to step down?"

"See if I can kill you."