In the dream, Sakai Mirai blocked the big liar who took all his savings at the entrance of the alley, and Silver Fang clenched his fists, and was just about to step forward to use the last set of punches and kicks to relieve his hatred when he was interrupted.

When I looked back, I found that it was Yuichi with a bad face.

"Let's make it."

"Huh?"

Sakai Mirai was stunned for a moment, and then saw the young man in the quilt lying down and rolling up the quilt and going to sleep.

Only then did he wake up from a dream, get up and look, the morning light had dyed the curtains into a shimmering light curtain, and the sad night had passed.

"You don't go to school?"

Sakai Mirai yawned and stretched his waist to ask, but then he found that Yuichi, who was sleeping on the side, had a bad face, and his already fair skin was a little more pale than usual.

The hair on the forehead was adhered to the forehead by fine sweat, and the lips were a little less bloody, and the whole person looked like he was weak.

Sakai Miku, who sensed something, reached out and put the back of his hand in front of Yuichi's forehead, and sure enough, it was very hot.

……

"Since you have a fever, wouldn't it be better if you just slept in your room last night? Just because I didn't pay this time? Money worshippers! ”

Sakai Mirai was full of resentment, and reluctantly put the towel that had been wrung on Yuichi's forehead.

You Yi looked at Mirai Sakai next to the bed speechlessly, and he really couldn't understand the other party's brain circuits, giving up the room for a single woman, and going to sleep in the staff changing room on the first floor caused a fever in the morning, shouldn't you praise yourself as a gentleman at this time?

Why would she think of such a thing?

Then again, I never thought that the revenge and counterattack of the second-hand body would be so ferocious, and the next day it burned to almost 38 degrees.

"Are you going to the hospital?"

"No, there's ibuprofen in the drawer over there, help me take it down, and I'll be fine after drinking and sleeping."

For You Yi, who had a cold and fever in his previous life, such a cold and fever was like tickling, he had asked for leave from school, and after drinking antipyretics, he rolled up the quilt and fell asleep.

……

Twenty-seven-year-old Michiko Uesugi looks like a little jasper, but in fact she has a strong temperament, and she is a rare strong woman model in the neon society, like a full-level heroine in the last episode of the OL drama.

Resolute and resolute, saying one thing or another, the willow eyebrows and eyes reveal a heroic spirit all the time, and the beautiful and playful face has an uncompromising momentum at all times.

With a double master's degree in management and finance, and a solid and strong work style, it has gained a firm foothold in this large-scale emerging industry Internet company in just a few months.

And because of the president's discerning vision and intentional cultivation, Michiko Uesugi was promoted to management in just one year and became the president's right and left hand.

Now he is entrusted with the important responsibility of readjusting the personnel of the entire management of the company, participating in and formulating the overall strategic planning of the company.

Coupled with the correct facial features, beautiful face, elegant temperament, and the management of the figure that makes the women around her embarrassed, even Michiko herself will be proud of herself.

However, Rao is like this, and Michiko has to admit that her panel level is much lower than that woman (president) who is lower than her education and age.

Michiko is convinced that no one is perfect, but that woman is the only exception.

The woman's name is Saionji Mitsuri.

Knock knock.

The knock on the door made him look up in the light of tapping something on his notebook, and his face was as natural and gentle as ever.

"What do you eat at noon? Canteen? ”

Michiko walked in with high heels and asked the woman who still let herself uncontrollably give birth to longing and admiration in her sympathy.

"Okay." Mitsuri nodded, and when he got up, he didn't forget to pick up a magazine and a project that had not yet been completed, and prepared them as side dishes for lunch.

Meticulous, capable but natural demeanor, so that Michiko is ashamed of herself, just this kind of physical literacy can not be learned by herself.

Not only that, but communicating with her, I feel more like a foreigner than myself. It's as if any topic can be trusted.

Even in unexplored fields, she can use her words and wisdom to accompany people to chat. If you talk about the same topic the next day, you will find that she is already a master of the field.

Just one night of bad supplements, it can be compared to professionals who have been immersed in the field for decades! The ability to learn and understand makes Michiko unreachable, and she is willing to be called unprecedented!

However, such a woman got engaged some time ago.

Every time she sees the engagement ring on her middle finger in the light, Michiko feels a little uncomfortable in her heart, as if she suddenly learned that her sought after idol was going to get married.

"This was written by your sister?"

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the common people of Minato Ward, and in front of the reduced dining table, Michiko caught a glimpse of the report on the phenomenon of lonely death in the magazine that Hikari put down, signed by Saionji Sanka.

Guangli bowed slightly, and casually picked up the planned merger and acquisition case on the side and looked at it carefully.

Michiko picked up the magazine and looked at it a few times, although the words in the report were still a little immature, but it was reasonable.

After reading it, it is easy for people to empathize, to express sorrow for a large number of old people who die alone every year, and also to reflect on the indifferent human relationship and the bad atmosphere of materialism in modern society.

Finally, the declining birthrate and hollowing out allude to a series of deeper problems in the neon society, in a word, that is, not explicitly pointing at the garbage that scolds the upper class of corpses and vegetarian meals.

"Awesome, worthy of a politician's child." Michiko praised.

"No, those weren't written by Sanhua-chan."

"Huh? That's..."Just about to ask, Michiko found that there was another name in the signature at the end, "Yuichi Minamito?" ”

Michiko felt that the name was familiar, and soon thought of the set that in just one week, the company's main business instant messaging increased the number of registered and active users by millions, and became the author of the most popular instant messaging emoji in Neon at the moment!

"It was just a high school student who created that meme?"

"It's Sanhua-chan's classmate."

The beauty in the pan hair suit was a little surprised, so that the company's stock price rose exponentially in just one week, and the author of the emoji that blew up the whole neon network was just a high school student?

But in the end, I was relieved, just like the president in front of me, young people are the future of emerging industries, especially the Internet industry, with novel ideas, unique vision and new aesthetics.

It's something that old-fashioned old people don't have.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Watanabe, Arai, Otomo, and the three of them just submitted their resignations in the morning. ”

Guangli nodded slightly, not surprised.

These three people are all old people in the company's entrepreneurial period, but they are old-fashioned, have neither technology nor innovative ideas, and are indeed not suitable to stay in important positions in the company.

It's just that I didn't expect Michiko's movements to be so fast.

"Having said that, although it is foreseeable that the instant messaging market will be in the future because of the emergence of this set of emojis, I think it is better to win the perpetual license."

"What did you say?" The light suddenly raised his head.

"I said that I would take down the commercial perpetual license at a low price, and I have a hunch that even if all kinds of memes appear in the future, this set of status will definitely be difficult to shake easily."

It was the first time, and Michiko saw a flash of joy in the eyes of the light, so she thought she was wrong for a while.

"Why are you so happy?" Michiko, who holds the other party's only best friend, hurriedly asked, but didn't get any answers, so she took out her personal mobile phone in the light, glanced at the time, and dialed a call.

After about a few seconds, the phone was connected.

"Moses and Moses."

I could faintly hear the voice of a boy.

"Are you free on the weekend? Are you interested in a long-lasting and stronger partnership with that set of memes? ”

"Huh? Can it be, and when?"

"Tentatively tomorrow afternoon, you... Sick? In the light, he could hear that there was still some weakness in You Yi's voice.

"Uh, I had a fever in the morning, and now it's gone, thank you for your concern."

After a few more small talks, Hikari put the phone down.

Michiko caught a glimpse of the on-screen note at one point: Little Jack.

"Thanks, Michiko."

？

For some reason, Michiko, who was Xie, slowly typed a question mark.

However, Hikari didn't explain, and quickly packed up his plate and left.

I found a reason to go to him justifiably.