Chapter One Hundred and Seventy: The Aftermath of the Dismissal (2/2)

In design aspects, Designer Zhang was a very average and consistent performer that couldn’t compare to geniuses like Xiao Yu. However, Designer Zhang had overseen every batch of YL’s interns. In terms of management, Designer Zhang was worth more than even ten of Xiao Yu.

“But, why do they get…”

Finally, one of the interns asked this question. Everyone simultaneously glanced at Nan Wei.

They should have looked at Zhou Mang as well, but Nan Wei had sent Zhou Mang away.

Designer Zhang was initially caught off guard, but then he calmly replied, “Of course, this is because Nan Wei and Zhou Mang are the most remarkable interns of this batch.”

“But whenever we see him, he’s never working. By what metric—”

Some people felt awkward about bad-mouthing someone in front of them, but others were already beyond caring.

Okay, we weren’t recognized by YL. Fine, no full-time conversion was offered. But the most useless one, Nan Wei, and the stupidest one, Zhou Mang, both passed. How can we accept this?

Compared to not being offered full-time conversion, the other interns felt more strongly dissatisfied that Nan Wei had made it past the internship. They wouldn’t have felt so bad if everyone had been rejected.

Nan Wei coldly watched them without saying a word.

“He’s useless? How could that be? He always delivers his designs the earliest, and they are all directly accepted. Some of them have already been selected for the Summer Release. But for the rest of you, many of your designs aren’t even accepted after ten revisions. Furthermore, those that are accepted aren’t usable,” Designer Zhang said.

“What?!” The interns were shocked.

Could it be that the only reason they’d always seen him lounging on the sofa was because he’d already finished all his work?

But how was that possible? They were all top students that had majored in design. How could they lose to a freelance designer that hadn’t even gone through the standard design education?

“You must be joking. He must be engaging in some illicit relationship with Mr. Mystery.”

Someone brought up such an extreme idea. Although the voice wasn’t loud, it was clear enough that everyone could hear it.

A strange silence enveloped the room. An air of negativity clashed with an unwillingness to publicly criticize others.

Finally, Nan Wei opened his mouth. “My teacher already has a lover. Please don’t bring up any more nonsense.”

Everyone was at a loss. They had been talking about Mr. Mystery. Why had he randomly brought up his teacher?

Wait.

His teacher…

“Mr. Mystery is your teacher?!” Some people finally reacted.

Nan Wei laughed sarcastically.

“That’s correct. Mr. Mystery didn’t want his disciple receiving any preferential treatment, so he didn’t announce anything,” said Designer Zhang. “Anyway, we found out very quickly about Nan Wei’s extraordinary skills.”

Then, Designer Zhang thought of an idea. He walked over to a computer and sat down. “How about this: I’ll collect all of Nan Wei’s work and put it on the company’s network. If anyone has any questions after seeing them, you’re welcome to talk to me.”

When Zhou Mang brought in the takeout noodles, he was scared by the dead atmosphere.

“There’s coriander in here. I don’t want this.” Nan Wei pushed the noodles aside in disgust.

“That’s the wrong one. This one is yours.” Zhou Mang passed over the other box of noodles. He asked curiously, “How come the rest of them are like that? They look like they have no spirit left.”

“It’s obvious. If you couldn’t convert to full-time, wouldn’t you be the same?”

Nan Wei carefully mixed his noodles. Once he was certain there wasn’t anything resembling coriander, he felt at ease and began to eat.

“People should look forward towards the future. It’s bad to dwell on losses.”

Nan Wei almost spat out his noodles looking at Zhou Mang’s earnest expression.

It was good that he didn’t.

Nan Wei pulled out a napkin to wipe his mouth and looked at Zhou Mang with a complicated expression.

If it wasn’t for him, this blockhead would have probably been ground down to the bone by others.

At that moment, the other interns had all deflated after seeing Nan Wei’s work. Then, one of the interns jumped out and loudly said, “Okay, forget about Nan Wei. Why does Zhou Mang get to stay?”

Caught off guard from being called out, Zhou Mang blinked innocently before turning to Nan Wei with a pleading expression.

As he was eating, Nan Wei indistinctly muttered, “Because he kissed the right ass.”

“Huh?” Forget the other interns, not even Zhou Mang, who was sitting next to Nan Wei, had heard him.

“Because—” Nan Wei swallowed a mouthful of noodles. He glanced around at the other people looking at him before deliberately saying, “I’m Mr. Mystery’s star disciple. Is it so hard to request a full-time conversion for a friend?”