In less than a minute, Wang Qiang Shi Ran came back and sat down.

"I'm rubbing! O great god! The problem of the blue screen of the computer was fixed in 30 seconds? Zhang Ye asked in surprise.

"Haven't you heard of "restarting the cure for all diseases"? Wang Qiang glanced at him and said seriously.

“(⊙o⊙)”

"What if I reboot or blue screen?"

"Go to the maintenance department! Brother is still busy saving the world, do you want to do this little thing? ”

“→_→”

Zhang Ye's mouth that was about to speak suddenly closed, and he sat down seriously.

Wang Qiang's eyes fluttered, and he immediately pretended to sort out the information.

Secretary Dong, big breasts...... Long hair ...... The face of the star serves the director.

"Wang Qiang, what about the materials I asked you to print out just now?" Secretary Dong stretched out his hand and said.

The slender fingers like shallots, the palms that are delicate and clear from any angle............ But that's not the point!

Wang Qiang's hand grabbed on the table, where did it go? The smile on his face had frozen.

Oh! That's right! Just now Song Wen called and said that he wanted toilet paper, and then .........

What to do? What to do? Do you have to be fired on your first day on the job?

Under the careful rotation of his mind, he suddenly had an idea.

Very embarrassed, he said, "Teacher Song Wen was in a hurry to go to the toilet just now, and he didn't bring paper, so ...... I didn't stop! Can you send me the documentation? I'll print it again. ”

"Ahhh I've deleted all the documents! Secretary Dong gritted his teeth and shouted, "Song Wen!! ”

Looking at Secretary Dong, who hurriedly walked like the director's office, Wang Qiang smiled playfully.

If you are barefoot and not afraid to wear shoes, it is good to splash some dirty water on you before you die, and it is good to be nauseous!

The small space of the three of them was quiet again.

Zhang Ye was reading a novel, Wang Gang should be talking about the little girl, and Wang Qiang turned on the system again.

A treasure chest that shines golden!

Wang Qiang's eyes were hot for a while.

Ten of them!

Very casual decision, open it in order from left to right.

First Time Fragment

Second Time Fragment

The third Time Fragment

The fourth "Good Luck Post"

The remaining five are all Time Shards!

Time Fragment: After use, the player randomly returns to the original world as a spectator with a time limit of five minutes!

『Good Luck Post』: One post for a whole day, good luck for a whole day.

Wang Qiang did not hesitate to use the "Good Luck Sticker", Nima! It's too old today! It's time for a change!

Hey? That's not right! If I had used it earlier, wouldn't the last five ......

Wang Qiang has an urge to self-harm!

*******

Director's Office.

"Xiao Song! Although your qualifications are indeed older, and the program is also the pillar of the station, do you also want to help the little comrades make progress together! Isn't it? Director Jia said with a smile.

"Director, I'm ............"

"Hey! I know you didn't mean to, but you're going to have to change your impatience in the future! I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet, but I can't use all the paper! Look at Secretary Dong's fingers that were about to swell, and he has to type again. ”

Song Wen is a little messy, A4 paper? Didn't Wang Qiang give it to me?

Oh! He's cheating on me!

I was about to explain, but I couldn't say anything.

If you say this, will you be mistaken by the director for suppressing newcomers and leave a bad impression? Never mind! Let that kid stay! There's time to fix him!

"Director, I'm sorry, I'll pay attention to it later."

"Hmm. Do a good job, our Yanjing Radio Liang still expects you to carry it well! The director patted Song Wen's shoulder and said with relief.

After the beating, naturally I have to give a date to eat.

*******

Somehow, in the afternoon, everyone always named Zhang Ye to do this and that. The reason for the unanimous conclusion is: look kind, use handy.

Wang Qiang smiled but said nothing.

The day passed in a hurry, and it was almost time to get off work.

Song Wen walked over and said to Wang Qiang, "You just came, you must not be familiar with many things, so let's work overtime today." ”

"Uh-huh. Good. Wang Qiang nodded obediently in response.

In fact, I have long been angry in my heart, the first day of work is reserved for Lao Tzu to work overtime, you drive carefully at night!

…………

Peng!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yes!

Hey? Why is the sound so familiar?

Zhang Ye, who went downstairs with Song Wen, hurriedly ran back.

"Coconut, the way the eyebrows are burned. What's wrong? ”

"Teacher Song Wen didn't pay attention when he went down the stairs just now, and he fell! I'm going to tell the chief. Zhang Ye said breathlessly.

"Ahh Is it more air out and less air intake? As a good colleague, I'm going to end his pain! ”

Zhang Ye hurriedly stopped Wang Qiang, who was still excited with a paper cutter, touched the cold sweat on his head, and said, "It's just a coma, it's not a big deal." ”

"Hey!" Wang Qiang sat down disappointed.

After a while, the director took a few people to run down, and when he passed by, he asked Wang Qiang to call 120.

"Hey, 120 Emergency Center, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Hey, beauty, your voice is so sweet! How old is it? ”

"120 Emergency Center, is there anything I can do to help you?" Repeats on the other end of the line.

"I guess I'm in my twenties, right? Do you have a boyfriend? ”

"120 Emergency Center, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Are you a machine guy? Feed! Pick me up! I'm going to talk to humans! ”

“……”

In this way, the donkey's lips chatted with the horse's mouth for a long time, and Wang Qiang pulled the topic back.

"Do you ambulances usually carry body bags?"

"I don't bring it."

"Yanjing Radio, bring a few body bags when you come."

"You have dead and wounded there?"

"There's a guy who's supposed to be dead, but he's still panting! You're here, just cover it with a body bag! A few more sets! I'm worried that he's going to be a corpse! ”

“(⊙o⊙)”

"No thanks, do good deeds without leaving a name, I'm Lei Feng." Wang Qiang hung up the phone quickly.

*********

Wang Qiang sat bored, working overtime is really not a good job!

It's almost zero.

It's so late, can you go home and sleep? Well, no one should find out.

Wang Qiang packed up his things and prepared to slip away.

When I stood up, I suddenly saw a girl with a cute face running over, she seemed to be the phone editor of the third live broadcast room, right? There is also an overtime management that arrives late and leaves early?

"I'm just going to the toilet and I'll be back later and continue working overtime!" Wang Qiang said with a righteous face.

The cute girl asked directly, "Only you are working overtime today?" ”

"Isn't there still you?"

“→_→”

The cute girl took out the phone and called the director directly.

"Hello?"

"Director! Oh no! I don't know what's going on with the control line, something is out of order, and Teacher Song Wen, who was going to replay it, is garbled! Now the people in the maintenance department are also off duty! ”

"Didn't Wang Qiang work overtime today? Remember he should be an intern of China Transmission, right? Let him top it. Jia Taichang said such a sentence and continued to sleep.

Wang Qiang's ears are very straight!

Did I hear me wrong?! Let me host the show?!

Live Room 3.

This is a special live broadcast room for literary broadcasting, and the equipment is very complete.

The cute girl took him in to debug the equipment, while trying on the headphones, while trying the sound, there are still six minutes, and the live broadcast has entered the countdown.

The cute girl threw him a stack of manuscripts and said, "Wang Qiang, if you really can't do it, you just need to read these things aloud, and it will be a great achievement for two hours!" You can familiarize yourself with the control station again, and start the live broadcast in six minutes. ”

Opposite the live broadcast room is a piece of transparent glass, there is a soundproof room over there, which is the location of the telephone editor, and after arranging Wang Qiang, the cute girl passed.

Wang Qiang wears a headset. Gently push each key up and down, this touch, cool!

The manuscript was thrown aside by Wang Qiang, brother's first time, so it could be so obscure!

Suddenly remembered something, and a smile rose slightly on the corner of his mouth.

Five seconds...... Four seconds... Three seconds......

The cute girl gestured her fingers behind the glass window.

A soothing sound of music began to play.

Wang Qiang looked calm, or with some excitement, and said lightly: "Hello everyone, this is the "Emotional World" column, I am Wang Qiang, the substitute host of tonight, because Teacher Song Wen stepped on the air, fell from the eighteenth floor! So, tonight, I'll be with you. I would like to tell you an original story, the name of the story is "Ghost Blowing the Lantern"! ”

Ghost blowing lights?

What is this?

Brother! It's an emotional show!

Also original! Original your sister! How difficult it is to write supernatural stories! You're just bragging about it?

The cute girl can see the anger of tomorrow's Taiwan grown-up, so she silently logs in to the talent market with her mobile phone in advance......

Wang Qiang adjusted his tone and said in a deep voice: "Introduction: Tomb robbing is not a dinner party, not a fuss, not a painting and embroidery, not so exquisite, so calm, courteous, so gentle and frugal, tomb robbing is a technology, a technology for destruction......

"All these deeds must start with a remnant book left by my grandfather, "Sixteen Characters Yin and Yang Feng Shui Secret Techniques", the second half of this fragment book was somehow torn off, leaving only this chapter on the upper scroll of feng shui, most of which is described in the book, most of which is a unique secret technique such as interpreting the feng shui pattern of the tomb." Wang Qiang is not slow or sick, and he tells the story.

"Ghost Blowing the Lamp" does not exist in this world, such a popular book, if you don't carry it, it's really not your own style!