From White Box To Supervision

Zhang Beichuan didn't dare to move now. He was just acting as a pillow. From the side, he could clearly smell the faint fragrance, which was very nice.

Zhang Beichuan looked at her profile with a slight smile on his face.

"It was really deep sleep."

Unconsciously, Zhang Beichuan fell asleep too. Because it was too quiet, he fell asleep in a daze.

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"Where's Director Beichuan?" Jicheng Haruko came over to look for the original painting he wanted today, but when he came over in the afternoon, he didn't see him here. In the past, he usually stayed in his corner to work, except for meetings, he basically wouldn't move.

The madness of his work is also at the forefront of the company.

"Director Miyamori is sick this afternoon, and Supervisor Kitagawa is taking care of her." Mayuko Tachikawa said.

"Sick?" Jicheng Haruko was taken aback: "But I saw that Director Gong Mori was very energetic in the morning?"

"I don't know, it must be a sudden cold." Mayuko Tachikawa took out his mobile phone.

Yucheng Haruko just wanted to leave, but she saw that Mayuko Tachikawa was not working, but watching a movie on her mobile phone.

She whispered: "Mayuko, it's not good for you to be like this. There is still a lot of prescribed work? Besides, I don't think you will watch it in the morning? After all, you need to work in the afternoon."

"It's alright, it's alright this evening. Besides, Director Beichuan didn't come this afternoon, so no one will see it." Mayuko Tachikawa said nonchalantly.

"It's not this, it's work, and that won't work."

"Alright, just this time, don't bother me."

Juncheng Haruko was a little helpless, she couldn't convince her, but the relationship between the two was not a best friend they had known each other for many years, it could only be a few words of persuasion.

Jicheng Haruko started to work immediately. She was going to take the intermediate paintings from the previous two days in the middle cutting part and hand them over to Senior Shuida Zhiyu, waiting for his review. However, when she walked into the middle cutting department, she saw Some people still haven't cut in half.

"That... Mr. Kawamoto, I'm here to collect the part of the middle cut that was completed today."

However, Yuki Kawamoto was still playing games on her mobile phone, and she didn't hear her clearly, so she had to repeat it again.

"Mr. Kawamoto, I'm here to collect the intermediate paintings." This time, her voice was so loud that Yuki Kawamoto was shocked.

"What are you doing with such a loud voice to kill me?"

"Mr. Kawamoto is the only reason why you don't listen to me. I'm so loud."

"You wait." He immediately took out a little intermediate picture from the drawer and gave it to Haruko.

"This...why are there so few today?" When Yucheng Haruko received the intermediate paintings for the first time, there were still a lot of intermediate paintings by Kawamoto Yuki, but they gradually decreased each time. Today, even the usual ten Not even one part.

In response to Haruko's inquiry, he waved, his tone very impatient: "Today's condition is poor, there's only so much, anyway, it's just the middle painting, it will be finished soon, you layman, don't point fingers, even How do you know our hard work, who has never painted this before, every day we only receive and receive drawings, and the workload is really easy."

"You..." Jicheng Haruko was in a hurry, and what he said was not right at all. To say it was hard work, the production process was no easier than them.

But she didn't quibble about anything. After all, she was just a newcomer, so how could she refute?

"Jiecheng Production, this is my intermediate painting." Masamune Namiki, who is 1.9 meters tall, came over and gave her the intermediate painting he drew.

"A lot." This was Yucheng Haruko's first idea. The amount of work done was a lot. Compared with Yuki Kawamoto's, it was not at the same level.

"Don't worry about it, they don't usually do this, but most people heard that Supervisor Beichuan was not in the company today, so they started to relax and wait for Supervisor Beichuan to come back tomorrow." Masamune Namiki said.

Usually Zhang Beichuan was in the department, and many people didn't dare to be arrogant and were suppressed. Even if they went out for a meeting, Director Gong Sen could do it, but now that the two of them were not there, the demons began to dance wildly.

Mr. Watanabe can also, but he is mostly in the production headquarters opposite, and the rest of the people, currently do not have the strength to suppress.

"This can't be done." Jicheng Haruko expressed concern, even a layman like her can see the various drawbacks now. A good animation department is definitely not started by someone watching, after all, even supervision is impossible. Staring at them all the time, this requires self-consciousness.

It is difficult for an animation department that does not even have this self-awareness to be effective, or in other words, it is difficult to produce a high-quality animation company.

"When Supervisor Beichuan returns, it is estimated that the rectification will begin." Jicheng Haruko guessed in her heart that she did not intend to sue, nor did she stop her, as long as she did her own affairs well, it was enough for her position.

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When Gong Senkui opened her eyes for the first time, she saw Zhang Beichuan's sleeping face. She found that in her sleep, she hugged Zhang Beichuan tightly, like a koala. of.

Moreover, he left a little saliva, which happened to drip on Zhang Beichuan's body.

This can't help but make her blush a little, but she didn't get up, just looking at Zhang Beichuan's profile like this, she felt very warm in her heart.

Suddenly, Zhang Beichuan suddenly made a sound, and was about to wake up. Gong Senkui closed her eyes and began to pretend to be asleep. In fact, to be honest, she didn't know why she was pretending to be asleep, or rather, she was just embarrassed. Just to him.

After Zhang Beichuan woke up, he found that Gong Senkui was still sleeping, without thinking much, he touched her forehead with his hand, and said softly, "Great, the fever has subsided."

At this time, Miyamori Aoi also appropriately pretended to have just woken up and blinked.

"Wake up, your fever is really sudden." Zhang Beichuan smiled lightly: "You don't need to move for now, you are sweating in the quilt, you are not healed yet, it is easy to have a fever again when you come out."

"Well, I'll listen to you." Miyamori Aoi nodded.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm hungry~www.wuxiamtl.com~Wait, I'll cook for you."

After Zhang Beichuan finished speaking, he came to the kitchen. Because Miyamori Aoi was not completely healthy at this time, he planned to make a porridge, so he made the simplest millet porridge. Anyone can drink millet porridge, and there are also good ones. The nutritional value is very suitable for Miyamori Aoi to drink.

The easiest way is to take out the millet and cook it in a pot.

But Zhang Beichuan took out seven or eight dates from his room and boiled them in the porridge, but he felt that drinking only porridge was too monotonous, so he took out two cucumbers, made a cucumber, and cooked After that, it was brought into the house.

"It's ready, millet porridge."

Aoi Miyamori's stomach was already hungry, so when she saw ordinary white porridge, she felt very fragrant.

"Eat it."

"I feel like I still don't have the strength." Gong Senkui said coquettishly, "Come and feed me."

"As ordered, Her Lady Queen." Zhang Beichuan took a spoon and started feeding himself.

"Well, it's delicious." After taking the first sip, Miyamori Aoi's eyes lit up.

"I still want to drink."

"Good, good." Zhang Beichuan put a cucumber slice on top of the porridge, and then fed it to her.

The porridge is very suitable for people who have just been sick, and Zhang Beichuan takes a long time to cook, and even adds a little sugar, so it is very sweet and delicious, and the cool cucumber also has a good appetizing effect. Paired together, it is no less than a delicacy (zhēnxiūměizhuàn) for Miyamori Kui who has been hungry all afternoon.

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