"You can survive being bitten by a crocodile, what's impossible? Is it possible that the crocodile was just teasing you?"
Yun Tuan couldn't imagine the scene at that time. Could it be that the red-eyed crocodile slowly crawled to Yu Mian's feet and gently bit his toes?
It didn’t taste good and you vomited it out again?
She shook her head and suddenly felt that the lights in this office were dazzlingly bright.
Yumian coughed twice more, "This injury is not a problem. I have taken medicine. What do you want from me?"
"The system over there has never been good. It's very difficult to repair the copy. I want to ask, when will it be good?" Yun Tuan leaned against the door and asked awkwardly.
Yun Mian habitually took off her glasses again, "I can't guarantee that they are already stepping up repairs. If you have dealt with system bugs before, I can recommend them to you."
Yun Tuan shook his head, a little embarrassed, "I wanted to learn it before, but after the teacher I found saw the program I wrote, he became ashamed on the spot and said that in the world, no one's logic can be better than mine.
Worse."
She looked at Yu Mian, who was a little confused due to fever, and sighed, "There's nothing I can do about it, I really don't have talent in some areas."
After all, in the eyes of those people, Zai Yan and Yun Tuan are just a little security guard who makes up all kinds of childish stories in her comfort zone to make the faulty copy run again.
This is reasonable.
So what if she had a record of repairing the system when she was on Tsukishima?
At that time, during the same period, she was always squeezed out when she could and took credit when she could. The signature of those repairs was not hers.
Although the system regulates all kinds of overt quarrels, oppression, and armed conflicts, there is nothing we can do about it behind closed doors.
There is still no comparison between cold data and cunning humans.
But good and evil depended on each other, and the forbearance at that time just provided convenience for today.
Yumian pursed his lips, frowned, and his flushed cheeks made his seriousness look a bit funny. He walked to the corner, dug out a large stack of documents, and took out a pencil case from the cabinet, "After that
During your working hours, you can sort out these files first."
Yun Tuan took the thick stack of paper and smelled the ink on it, "Is there a time limit?"
"Uh..." Yumian fell back on the chair, breathing unsteadily, and his brain seemed unable to move. After a while, he continued, "In half a month, fifteen days, not counting rest days, according to personal information
, the age groups and so on are divided well, and the requirements are written on the note."
Yun Tuan looked at Tao Mian's labored breathing, a little afraid of someone dying in front of her, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then I'll go and sort it out."
"Yeah." Yumian didn't hold back anymore. He pressed his forehead against the smooth tabletop in an attempt to cool down.
Yun Tuan looked back a few more times, held the documents, and turned back to the office.
The feverish Yumian was easier to fool than before, but he was also more defensive, and the documents he was given were marginal and unimportant.
This can be accomplished with a small amount of work.
Yun Tuan returned to the office, hid in the surveillance corner, slightly modified the lights in his office, and restored the entire lighting line in order not to appear obtrusive.
"We are really treated differently as always. Don't ordinary offices have lighting?"
She murmured, putting the documents aside and calling for three electronic eyes to help sort them.
Xiao Xi rushed to the front and finished it in a few seconds.
Yun Tuan looked at her workload in half a month and was a little stunned, "It seems to be a little too fast."
Xiaoxi: [Why don’t we come back after disrupting the process?]
Bu Yehou: [I think this is too deliberate, easy to expose the secret, not good.]