The second floor of the staff dormitory building of Yan Qing Studio.
After taking a shower, Zhang Yameng, holding her mobile phone, wearing plywood slippers and a silk suspender nightgown, applied a facial mask and entered the suite with the open door across the corridor.
Miao Miao, who had big eyes and was wearing a layered skirt and pajamas, had been lying on the sofa in the living room waiting for her for a long time.
"Here you go, Lao Zhang, it's really a waste of time for you to take a bath."
Miao Miao's complaining voice was also soft and waxy.
The 7:30 Golden Theater program of Pearl TV was playing on the TV. Lao Zhang glanced at it casually and it seemed to be a spy TV series.
"You are so impatient. Hasn't it started yet?"
Zhang Yameng, with wet hair and a facial mask on her head, sat down cross-legged on the sofa. She glanced at the time on the phone screen and turned off the phone and put it aside.
"No, you don't understand. Finally, someone can accompany me to watch my brother's variety show. You can't understand this impatient mood. I'm so happy."
As Miao Miao spoke, she casually piled a few bags of snacks on the coffee table next to Zhang Yameng.
Her emotions came and went quickly. She had never been the kind of person to hold grudges. She had already dumped her depression on Java when she chose to stay in the staff dormitory three days ago.
Zhang Yameng was obviously a little surprised by what Miao Miao said.
"Brother Qing, does he never watch his own programs? Or... he usually watches them at his own place?"
Miao Miao curled her lips and complained about Yan Qing with some disgust.
"I just never look at it. The refrigerator, water dispenser, vinyl...the gramophone over there can barely be regarded as electrical appliances. How can there be such a thing as a TV set?"
Zhang Yameng loosened her comfortably crossed legs and moved down from the sofa. She used her white and tender feet, painted with beautiful nail polish, to reach for the plywood slippers on the floor.
"Then what are you waiting for? I'll go back and change clothes. You call Brother Qing and ask him to come up. Let's watch it together. Is there any better team-building activity than this?"
Miao Miao laughed and rushed forward, hugging Zhang Yameng and preventing her from getting up to put on her shoes.
"Oh, Lao Zhang, just sit still. Brother Qing'er, I haven't set foot in this building since I stayed home."
Zhang Yameng was slightly startled, the corners of her mouth raised, and she looked meaningfully at Miao Miao, who was lying on her side on the sofa, hugging her waist tightly and not letting go.
"It turns out that Lai came in. Let me tell you, such high-end staff dormitories are really rare."
Only then did Miao Miao realize that she had made a mistake. She quickly let go of Lao Zhang. She fell back, covered her eyes, and lightly kicked Zhang Yameng with her little feet.
"I don't care, Lao Zhang, you didn't hear anything, you didn't hear, you didn't hear anything!"
"Okay, I didn't hear anything..."
Zhang Yameng lowered her head and covered her eyes, unable to bear to stare. She couldn't do anything to such a cute cat, so she could only pretend not to hear.
"How about this? I'll call Brother Qing. If he is willing to watch it with us, we can change our clothes and meet in the conference room over there in the studio."
"It's all in vain..."
Miao Miao muttered, continuing to cover her eyes with one hand, and waved at Lao Zhang with the other hand, signaling her to help herself.
Zhang Yameng picked up the cell phone next to her, shook it, unlocked it, and made the call with one click of speed dial.
The waiting sound in Lao Zhang's ears probably rang seven or eight times before the call was finally connected:
"Lao Zhang? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Yan Qing's voice was mixed with some gasping sounds.
Zhang Ya dreamed that this point seemed to be the time for physical training in the practice room that Miao Miao had introduced to her before.
"Brother Qing, it's like this. Miao Miao and I are planning to watch "Star Silk Road" and "Talent Co., Ltd." together, and I was thinking about asking you to watch them together."
"I still have to continue my physical training in the practice room, you can see."
Yan Qing's voice declined righteously and sternly.
Zhang Yameng glanced at Miao Miao, who couldn't help but peek, and continued to persuade: "It's okay, there's still time, you can continue practicing first, you can even take a shower in time... Xiaomiao and I both feel like watching the show together,
It’s a good team-building activity.”
"That's it, then I..."
Yan Qing's voice was hesitant and seemed to be moving.
""Talent Co., Ltd." will not be online until 9:30 in the evening. Let's go to the conference room to watch "Star Silk Road" first. I'll wait for you. I'm hanging up."
Zhang Yameng simply hung up the phone and stood up from the sofa.
"Hey, Lao Zhang, you are still awesome."
Miao Miao's big crystal clear eyes sparkled with sincere admiration.
"It's just Lai, I can do it too. Come on, go back and change clothes. I'll see you later, little meow."
After saying that, she stopped talking to Miao Miao, who was waving a pillow on the sofa, and Zhang Yameng stepped on her splint and left quickly.
Ten minutes later, the conference room on the first floor of the office rang with the laughter of "Star Language Silk Road" host Yang Guang and a group of guests...
Miao Miao changed her clothes and nestled in the conference chair that was a little too big for her. She held a large bag of snacks in her arms and shouted to Lao Zhang in a soft voice to come closer to her.
Zhang Yameng had nothing to do with the sweet Miao Miao. She could only raise her head and continue to pay attention to the content on the TV, while sliding the chair with rollers towards her again.
The best edited version of "Talent Co., Ltd." was arranged as the finale by the "Star Language Silk Road" program team.
From the time Miao Miao entered the conference room and sat down to the time when the edited version of the fourth sub-column was being pushed on the TV for about forty minutes, she never stopped eating snacks, and from time to time she encouraged Lao Zhang beside her to follow her.
Eat open.
Zhang Yameng sighed and looked at Miao Miao's slender body faintly.
"Xiao Meow, how can you eat so well and still be so thin? Hey, I always feel that if I drink a few more water, my weight will exceed my tolerance limit."
"I'm born with it. No matter how much I eat, I haven't gained weight since I was a child. I'm often bored alone at night and eating snacks has become a habit. Lao Zhang, you have a great figure. I envy you."
Miao Miao threw the empty packaging bag in her hand on the conference table, stretched out her hand to make an S-shape and a gap of about ten centimeters, and then seemed to think of something, and glared at Zhang Yameng's nine-piece head angrily.
I took a look at my pajamas and turned my head to stare at the TV screen angrily.
Zhang Yameng felt a little sorry for the little girl in front of her who had spent the long night alone, and at the same time, she was confused about her last actions...
"Lao Zhang, I just thought of an annoying guy. It has nothing to do with you."
Miao Miao's voice had a faint vibrato, but was still sweet.
"Jiang Tang and Fu Ruochei's "Noise" and Zhang Chao and Guo Yan's "Yan's Wardrobe" seem to be of high quality. At least the edited version has a lot of hits..."
Zhang Yameng changed the topic and guided Miao Miao to talk to him about the edited versions of the highlights of several sub-columns that had already been broadcast.
"I think Yue Che and Yu Zhiwei's "Happy Talk" looks quite touching. Oh my God, Yu Zhiwei is so good at making people laugh..."
Miao Miao was a little fascinated by Yu Zhiwei's superb sarcastic skills and ability to complain.
"I didn't expect that actor Wen, whose character has always been a gourmet, would not even be good in the edited version of "Reviewing the Past", which claims to inherit palace cooking skills and food culture."
Zhang Yameng looked at Wen Guyu and Pei Xiujing, who were dressed like two chefs on TV, and couldn't help but complain in her heart.
"That's not right. This issue of "Star Language Silk Road" has finished broadcasting, but five sub-columns have been launched on Whispering Video together. The competition is much fiercer than the previous issue. But don't worry, Lao Zhang, I have watched the entire recording process.
Our programs are of high quality and exciting!”
Miao Miao danced and shouted, and at the same time gave Lao Zhang a "believe me" expression, her watery eyes flashing with dazzling energy.
"Let me see who is bragging. Oh, it turns out to be our Mr. Miao. That's okay."
The door of the conference room was pushed open, and a magnetic but flattering voice floated in before anyone else.
Zhang Yameng looked back and saw Yan Qing walking in with a roll of manuscript paper in her right hand and a water-based pen in her left hand, looking flattering at Miao Miao beside her.
"Brother Qing, isn't your left hand your dominant hand?"
Zhang Yameng's attention was focused on Yan Qing's skillful left-hand pen-turning technique.
"Lao Zhang, Brother Qing'er is behaving very normally right now. This picture of him turning the pen with his left hand, looking like a flattering and sycophantic villain..."
Next to her, Miao Miao was not surprised. She explained to Zhang Yameng in a carefree manner: "This is because he has not dissipated after finishing physical training. I have seen them all, no matter how weird they are, you will get used to it after a while."
Already."
"Lao Zhang, I didn't scare you, I've made this habit..."
Yan Qing put the pen and paper on the conference table, pulled out a conference chair from the side, and sat down two steps away from Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng.
Zhang Yameng was a little curious about the contents of the stack of manuscript papers and glanced over. There were three big words written on the top page of the manuscript paper: "Relevance".
There is also a line of beautiful cursive characters below the Chinese - (coherence).