Now I have to go down the mountain after my internship and apply for a small article somewhere.
Before admission
Editor-in-Chief: Where are you from?
Lejun: The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
Editor-in-Chief: I come from the Middle East. What was the war like there?
Le Jun: There are no birds in a hundred mountains, and there are no footprints in a thousand paths.
Editor-in-Chief: You used to be a refugee. How did you feel when you entered our editorial department?
Lejun: Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
Editor-in-Chief: Is it so good? It's very hot here. Oh ~ ~ You want to apply for editing, right? Have you ever been an editor before?
Le Jun: After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never tried.
Editor-in-Chief: Hmm … What subjects are you good at?
Le Jun: Laughing and cursing are articles!
Editor-in-Chief: How do you personally feel about your writing?
Le Jun: Talking about human nature, the language is not surprising and endless!
Editor-in-Chief: Ahem ... What about your work?
Le Jun: There are twelve volumes of the art of war, which contain the names of the subjects.
Editor-in-Chief: Well, actually, I have been planning XXX, but I just can't find the right person.
Le Jun: Mochow has no confidant in the future, and everyone knows you!
Editor-in-Chief: So, have you been to the forum? How could I not know you?
Le Jun: We are all unhappy-forever and ever, we meet. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .
Editor-in-Chief: How many soldiers are there in your forum?
Lejun: 800 Li goes down the line of fire, and 50 strings go over the Great Wall.
Editor-in-Chief: (-_-|||) So strong? And then let you control the troublemakers in the forum, okay?
Lejun: But let Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Editor-in-Chief: Isn't it a bit too much?
Lejun: Although the bunker pass is strong, one person's strength is above ten thousand people!
Editor-in-Chief: (-_ |||) You don't have to do this either ... So ... What ... If you enter the editorial department. ...
Le Jun: Do your best until you die!
Editor-in-Chief: I'm not finished yet ...
Lejun: I'm also worried about what I'm doing. Although I died nine times, I still have no regrets!
Editor-in-Chief: But …
Lejun: I want to know you. I will live a long life.
Editor-in-Chief: (Oh …) OK … OK … One last question … What do you think of Wenbian 1?
Le Jun: Clear sounds are easy to change, showing off China!
Editor-in-Chief: How about Wen Bian 2?
Le Jun: Although he is very angry and sometimes smiles bitterly, he is very angry and affectionate.
Editor-in-Chief: What about me?
Lejun: The east wind is silent, Zhou Lang is convenient, and the Tongquetai of the Second Bridge is locked in spring.
Editor-in-Chief: (-_ |||) ... How about Wen Bian 3?
Le Jun: My face is dusty, smoky, my temples are gray and my fingers are black!
Editor-in-Chief: This is quite vivid. You're accepted!
After being admitted
Editor-in-Chief: Hey, how did you screw up this time? Sales are down 10%! What the heck is wrong with you?
Le Jun: Surprise, winning or losing is a military plan.
Editor-in-Chief: I don't understand ... why is there such a big gap between you?
Lejun: Lu Yao knows horsepower, and he has seen people for a long time.
Editor-in-Chief: No … I can give you time to study, but please be serious!
Lejun: It takes three days to examine the jade and seven days to argue it.
Editor-in-Chief: Then you have ruined this place!
Le Jun: Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
Editor-in-Chief: What do you think of our editorial department? !
Le Jun: The dog meat in Zhumen stinks, and the road has frozen bones.
Editor-in-Chief: What would you do if I fired you?
Le Jun: Hiding in a small building is unified, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Editor-in-Chief: Don't think that I have been demoted, I ...
Le Jun: Zhou Lang's brilliant plan is to protect the world, but he lost his wife and his soldiers ~ ~
Editor-in-Chief: But I am the editor-in-chief now! ! !
Lejun: Chengtou changed to the flag of the king ...
Editor-in-chief: weren't you very loyal at the beginning?
Le Jun: I didn't know I was poor in my dream, but I was greedy for joy in the morning. ...
Editor-in-Chief: But at least you are the author of the article!
Le Jun: Although it is full of books, it is better to have a bag of money.
Editor-in-Chief: Do you want this month's bonus and salary?
Lejun: If you have time, you can throw them both.
Editor-in-Chief: You can live without eating?
Le Jun: Drink today, get drunk today and worry about tomorrow.
Editor-in-Chief: (0_0 ╬) People from the editorial department came out to give me a lesson.
Editor 1: Le Jun, you are not doing this right. As an editor of the older generation-
Le Jun: Bleeding with weeds, the jackal wears a crown.
Edited 1: ...
Two seconds later—
Editor 2: Brother Le Jun, the editor-in-chief is right. Although I've been there before-
Le Jun: I cry and hate gold thread every year, on the wedding dress for other girls. ...
Text 2: ...
Two seconds later—
Editor 3: Le Jun! Don't be arrogant! ! Let me go if you dare! #—%? 6? 1￥…*
Le Jun: All the people in Luo Qi are not sericulturists.
Text 3: ...
Two seconds later—
Editor 4: Le Jun, how dare you be so presumptuous? I won't hit you-
Lejun: It's not that chrysanthemum is preferred among flowers, but that this flower is even more flowerless.
Editor 4:┬┬ Whoa, whoa, whoa. ...
Le Jun: Men don't flick when they have tears, just because they haven't reached the sad place yet. ...
Four seconds later—
Director: Cough! Ahem! Le Jun, I've heard of you. If you still have me as a director-
Lejun: Seeing the sun, although it is brilliant, it is only dusk …
Director: ...
Lejun: Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high power? I'm not happy.
Editor-in-Chief: (-#) ╭ ╮, Your resume clearly says simple and kind, but I didn't expect it to be so vicious! !
Le Jun: It's too shallow to write. I never knew it needed to be done.
Editor-in-Chief: You ... Who are you?
Lejun: I am a copper pea. I can't steam, boil, hammer, fry or explode.
Editor-in-Chief: (vomiting blood) You ... You ... You ... I will kick you out even if I die today ...
Le Jun: Never die for ten years, make a comeback!
Editor-in-Chief: I … I … I …
Le Jun: I have a fascination. I can't ...
Editor-in-Chief: Get out! ! ! Get out of here! ! !
Le Jun: Laugh at the sky and go out. Are we the people who met Artemisia? ! !
Two seconds later—
Editor-in-Chief: (Crazy) Who is the editor-in-chief? ! Heaven and earth are only clear and turbid, but how can we give birth to Yan Yuan who steals feet? .........