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The NO.11 male player ignored Zhu San. He looked at Director Yang outside the cafeteria door, and then at the bowl with a mouthful of soup left in his hand. Then he swallowed, quickly drank the soup in the bowl, and The second before Director Yang exploded, he pushed away Zhu San who was attacking him and rushed out of the cafeteria quickly.

"Director Yang! I'm sorry! I was too hungry, so I ate too much!" The No. 11 male player raised his hand to cover the sun shining down from the gray sky, and explained crazily to Director Yang in front of everyone.

The number "11" written in black and white on the serial number plate on his chest was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone when he stopped.

"This voice..." There was eye contact between the players.

Player No. 34 asked Jiang You: "Is he No. 11?"

Jiang You: "The serial number plate on his chest shows that he is."

But for the appearance of the No. 11 male player, only those who were also players were emotionally disturbed. The special NPCs in the team did not share the same emotions as them.

Zhu San came out immediately, but was shocked that he didn't see Director Yang's explosion.

Although Director Yang is short, his eyes are sharp when looking at people. He heard the explanation of the No. 11 male player, and then walked around the No. 11 male player twice.

Everyone watched as Director Yang's expression improved during this process.

In fact, Director Yang looked at the No. 11 male player with fondness on his face and a smile on his face. He said, "It's okay, you're hungry, right? I'll talk to the cafeteria later and let them go at noon." I’ll give you more food, it’s delicious, eat more when you’re hungry.”

After the NO.11 male player entered the team, including Director Yang himself, there were only 44 people in the eighth production workshop. However, Director Yang did not question the lack of people. He just urged everyone to hurry up and hurry up. Go to the eighth production workshop.

This was the second time they entered the eighth production workshop. Everything inside was the same as yesterday, but there was a man in gray overalls with his back to everyone.

After sitting down according to their positions, under the gaze of Director Yang, everyone placed the serial number plates attached to them on the table.

After sitting down, Jiang You looked at the row in front. The No. 11 seat was vacant. The male player with the No. 11 serial number plate went straight to the No. [-] seat in the first row.

Like everyone else, he tore off the serial number plate on his chest and stuck it to the front of the table.

However, I posted it several times without success.

"What's going on?!" The No. 11 male player looked puzzled, "Why can't it be posted?"

Some people on the side couldn't stand it, and a pale-skinned intern couldn't help but said: "Of course it can't be posted. Are you stupid? This is No. [-]!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the serial number plate in the hands of male player No. 11, and then pointed to the second row when No. 11 looked over, and said: "Your work station is over there. "

NO.11 The male player turned his head stiffly and looked at the workstations on both sides. They were "7" and "9" respectively. Then he looked at the serial number plate in his hand. It was clearly written in black and white, which was "11" " number instead of "8" number.He was lost in thought as he looked at the number "11" on the serial number plate, "Am I number 11? But I remember that I seemed to be number [-]..."

Walking to the second row, the No. 11 male player put the serial number card in his hand in front of the table. In an instant, it matched with the mark left on the serial number card on the table, and successfully stuck to it, making it seamless.

He touched the serial number plate posted on the table with his hand. The No. 11 male player sat down and said, "Yes, I am No. 11."

After all the interns who entered the production workshop were seated, the figure turned around and faced everyone. She looked at Director Yang at the front and said, "Director Yang, are you finally here? I only have 15 minutes left. It’s time to go back to work in the seventh production workshop, should we start teaching now?”

Her words were full of urgency, but the words she spoke sounded devoid of emotion.

Moreover, the expression on the face of the woman who turned around was as plain as her tone, showing no emotion.

Facing the crowd was a woman wearing gray overalls. Her bangs were neatly tucked behind her ears, and her hair was braided into a low ponytail, hanging from the back of her head to the front of her body. The length just reached her chest. Her black hair The silk hair looks particularly neat, and under the bright lights of the production workshop, there is not a single floating piece of hair.

"Let's get started, Tiehua, you must teach them how to make plush toys before you leave." Director Yang stayed away from all work stations and talked to the woman in gray work clothes.

The work badge on the woman's chest reads her workshop and name, "Seventh Production Workshop, Technician: Tiehua."

"Okay, Director Yang, if it hadn't been for you, Tiehua wouldn't have had its own name, nor would it have been possible to successfully establish itself in this city. Therefore, Tiehua will complete all the tasks you assigned."

Director Yang nodded happily to Tiehua, and then said to the interns: "You all should learn from me! If anyone can't learn before eight o'clock and complete the morning workload, then no lunch will be given. After eating, I will stay in the workshop and stay hungry until I finish the work."

I don’t know why, but after Director Yang finished speaking, as if to cooperate with Director Yang’s threat, the stomachs of everyone at the workstation rang in unison, and there was a feeling of hunger in the stomachs that had just eaten.

"I suddenly feel so hungry." A weak voice sounded from behind. Jiang You turned around and saw a pale man behind him with his head resting on the table and his back arched.

Different from his weakness, there was a person with a loud voice. The No. 11 male player was sitting in the row in front of Jiang You. He said: "Teacher Tiehua! Start quickly, I will definitely learn it!"

The No. 11 male player sitting at the workstation accepted his serial number identity. After telling Tiehua, he even patted his belly and said to the little man standing in front: "Director Yang, just put 120 Be honest, in order to have lunch, we must learn it before eight o'clock!"

As soon as Director Yang heard the No. 11 male player speak, he couldn't help but put a smile on his face, with a hint of endearment in his voice, and he said: "Do it well, I won't miss you."

Workstations No. [-] and [-] are both vacant. No. [-] was occupied by Director Yang yesterday afternoon. Now he has also pulled out the seat of No. [-] and sat at the front, comfortably supervising everyone.

The No. [-] station was vacated today. Tiehua looked at the interns at other stations and walked to the No. [-] station expressionlessly.