Chapter Twenty Typing
Ning Qing's body stiffened, her face flushed with heat, and she felt extremely annoyed. Before she could even turn around, she lowered her voice and said gruffly, "Can't you just pretend not to see me?"
"I've tried twice and can't fit it in a third time!" The voice seemed to be stifling laughter, "Looks like you're not cut out for this job!"
He's really unlucky. Ning Qingmin picked up the iron block from the tongs, turned his body sideways, and planned to pretend that nothing had happened and slip back beside the drilling machine. He caught a glimpse of the person who had just spoken wearing a snow-white V-necked shirt outside, and was secretly surprised - people going into the mold room didn't dare wear white shirts, so wasn't this person from the mold room?
The white-shirted youth wanted Ning Qingmian to walk past him, slightly turning his body sideways. However, Ning Qingmian thought of walking around him and they both moved their feet a little, ending up standing face-to-face. Ning Qingmian raised her head slightly, and in her line of sight, she collided with a pair of lively and spirited eyes, which made her jump back in surprise. Her heel hit the oil barrel behind her, causing her to stumble. The white-shirted youth was quick-witted and fast-acting, grabbing hold of Ning Qingmian. Due to using too much force, he directly pulled Ning Qingmian into his arms.
Ning Qingming let out a startled cry, raised her head, and just as the other person lowered theirs, she felt something warm and soft lightly touch her forehead. In her panic, she pushed the other person away and took a step back herself.
Her forehead seemed to still have a strange feeling, just now, was it the other person's lips that accidentally touched her own forehead? Ning Qingmin still held the iron plate with black oil in his hand, and he felt his blood rushing to his face, his face burning hotly. He glanced at the other person's snow-white shirt, which originally had a small animal embroidered on the chest, but now it was stained with the iron block in his hand, and the animal was pitch-black and couldn't be distinguished as any breed.
The white-shirted youth had a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth, and he turned to look at Ning Qingmian, shouting: "You got my clothes dirty, what are you going to do?"
"I didn't mean to!" Ning Qingmin glared at the other person's shirt, trying to see what brand it was, so as to determine how great their loss would be.
"You can stare all you want, but you can't stare these oil stains away!" The white-shirted young man's slender and clean fingers grasped the small animal at his chest and shook it, lamenting: "Pitiful! I just bought this shirt yesterday, and today it's already ruined."
"It's just your bad luck!" Ning Qing saw Wu Shibo looking over at her, so she didn't dare to delay and continued drilling holes next to the drilling machine.
"Hua is here, someone has found her!" a voice shouted from upstairs.
The young man in white shirt responded with a sound. Seeing Ning Qing successfully drill the fourth iron block, he didn't throw it into the oil barrel and couldn't help but smile. He walked to her back and said: "Keep going!"
Ning Qingmin turned his head and saw the white-shirted young man's slender figure emerging from the mold room door. He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't have to compensate for his clothes, it was fine.
After class, I returned to the dormitory. Ning Qingming told Ah Fang about bumping into the white-shirted young man. Ah Fang covered her mouth and disbelievingly said: "My god, you're talking about Du Huahua, right?"
"Tofu Flower?" Ning Qing's eyes floated in front of her, the face of a white-shirted young man. He muttered to himself: "This nickname is quite fitting."
His surname is Du, and his name is Huahua. It sounds like "tofu flower". Ah Fang chuckled. I heard that the name was given by his grandfather. His eldest brother is called Huguo, his second brother is called Hujia, and when it came to him, he was named Huahua.
"Wow. If he had a younger brother, wouldn't it be called protecting the product? Protecting the industry." Ning Qingmin covered her mouth and smiled slyly. "If we go on like this, it would be called protecting one's son, protecting one's grandson."
"Haha......" Ah Fang poked Ning Qingming's forehead and said: "He really has a younger brother named Baohu!"
"Poor fellow student of obstetrics." Ning Qing couldn't help but laugh, "I thought of the parturient woman."
"Haha......"
"Isn't he from the mold room?"
"No, he's a management major and graduated this year. His uncle is the administrative manager here, so he came to intern here. He's been here for a few months and has won over a bunch of people. The clerks in the office get to see him every day, how lucky they are! I wish I could be an clerk in the office too."
Ning Qing saw Ah Fang with a look of infatuation and couldn't help but laugh, "Is he really that captivating?"
"Haven't you seen it before?" Ah Fang glanced at Ning Qingming and sighed, "The big glasses you're wearing, aren't the prescription high enough?"
"Pfft!" Ning Qingmin pushed Ah Fang, "I was so anxious and frustrated when I was drilling the hole that I didn't have the mind to carefully look at others."
"Handsome boy, your eyes just ignored me like that." Ah Fang sighed and clenched her wrist.
Ning Qingmian shook her head and burrowed into her quilt to sleep.
The next day at work, Ning Qingming saw a notice posted in the hall that the office urgently needed a typist and asked female workers who could type to sign up quickly.
Typing is much better than drilling holes in the mold room. Ning Qing hurriedly ran to the office to sign up. There were already three people lined up in front, and a female worker sat in front of the computer desk, typing out the words on the paper, her eyes staring at the keyboard, her fingers moving slowly, and sweat even appeared on the tip of her nose, looking very tense.
"Don't go practicing your Zen finger!" The HR manager stood behind her, looking at the line of words she had finally managed to type out, and impatiently called out: "Next one!"
The next one also retreated in defeat.
The next two, slightly faster, the manager's eyes didn't even look at Ning Qingming, impatiently saying: "Only those who think they are faster than them come up, those who are slower, please voluntarily step down. Don't waste my time."
Ning Qingming didn't utter a word and quietly sat in front of the computer desk.
"Wow, sixty characters in one minute!" The HR manager stared at Ning Qing's slender fingers moving swiftly, initially stunned, and then his face turned to surprise after confirming he wasn't mistaken.
Ning Qing's fingers slowed down slightly, and she suddenly remembered that computers had just become popular, and those who could type fast were widely admired. A few years later, when computers became more widespread, everyone was chatting online, and typing 60 words per minute was nothing special, but at that time, it was something to be admired.
"Alright, you stay behind!" The personnel manager didn't even bother to interview the other female workers, grabbed a stack of reports and said: "Follow me to the personnel department, these are what we need today, type them all out."
"Tap tap..." Ning Qing's fingers flew quickly over the keyboard of her computer, which was a bit old and made loud typing sounds. As she typed, her mind wandered to the office, wondering if her salary would be increased?
Just then, a voice came from behind her, "Hey, I said you weren't suited for that drilling job, and yet you've found another suitable one so quickly!" Du Huahua walked over to stand behind her, bent down, and rested his hands on the back of her chair as he watched her type.
There was a faint breath of air, warm and gentle on Ning Qingmin's neck, making her feel itchy. Ning Qingmin's attention wandered for a moment, and she typed a wrong character. She regretted not wearing a scarf to work today.
Something came up today, so I'm updating late, sorry about that!
