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The next morning, the office was once again filled with the familiar scents of coffee and a stifling atmosphere. Employees sat in small clusters at their desks, looking weary as they tapped away at their keyboards, waiting for the day's grind to begin.
However, amidst this dreary ambiance, an unusual variable emerged—
Huang Haoran walked in with a smile.
It was a relaxed, carefree smile, even tinged with a hint of joy.
He strode confidently, no longer keeping his head down or shrinking his presence. Instead, he held his head high, walking in like a successful individual who had just secured a million-dollar contract.
This scene caused his colleagues in the office to collectively pause their work, casting bewildered glances in his direction.
"What’s up with this guy?"
"Why is he smiling? Has he gotten used to being scolded and started to enjoy the pain?"
"Could it be... he’s having a mental breakdown?"
"Damn it, he just got chewed out by the supervisor yesterday and now he can smile like that? He must be crazy!"
Some whispered among themselves, others shook their heads with disdain, while many wore expressions of disgust as if Huang Haoran's very presence disrupted the office's accustomed negative energy.
Yet, Huang Haoran paid no mind to their stares.
He simply smiled slightly and walked leisurely to his seat. With practiced ease, he powered on his computer and opened the presentation file, moving as if this place were his domain rather than a cage that sought to consume him daily.
This unusual composure left everyone feeling inexplicably unsettled.
The most furious of all was the supervisor in the office.
Sitting behind the glass window, the supervisor gazed out at the scene. Upon seeing Huang Haoran's "damn smirk," his expression darkened instantly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed slightly.
"What is that kid thinking?" he growled, slamming his pen down on the desk, a surge of anger rising within him.
Just yesterday, he had berated this useless employee. Huang Haoran should have been cowering in his workstation like a squashed bug, yet today he dared to flaunt such a triumphant demeanor?!
This attitude was nothing short of a provocation against him as a supervisor!
No, he absolutely could not allow this guy to be so arrogant!
The supervisor clenched his teeth, tapping his fingers on the desk as he began to plot what charge he could use to give this guy a good lesson.
"Late? No, that kid clocked in on time."
"Performance issues? Damn it, although his workload is low, it's not enough to warrant a rant."
"Workplace attitude? Hmph... now that's a good excuse!"
A cold smile crept onto the supervisor's lips as he picked up a document from his desk, preparing to find a reason to summon Huang Haoran in for a "lesson."
He wanted this insignificant bug to understand who truly controlled his fate in this company!
With a sneer, the supervisor resolved that public humiliation would be the most satisfying approach.
He had to make sure this kid remembered who the real boss was around here!
His gaze swept across the table as he reached for a throat lozenge, gently tearing open the wrapper and popping it into his mouth. The cool mint sensation on his tongue made his throat feel even smoother.
Before he started cursing, he couldn't afford to have any issues with his voice.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, beginning his vocal warm-up.
“Hmm—ah—” he murmured, elongating the sounds to fully stretch his vocal cords. He then lightly patted his chest, confirming that his dantian, diaphragm, and breath control were all in optimal condition.
Next, he picked up the glass of ice water on the table and took a big gulp, ensuring his throat was in the most refreshing and powerful state possible.
Finally, he stood up abruptly, the chair screeching loudly against the floor. He deliberately made it loud enough to drown out the whispers in the office, successfully capturing everyone's attention.
Then, he strode out!
His aura was fierce and intimidating!
He walked into the office area with confidence, his gaze sharp as a knife, coldly scanning everyone before finally locking onto that damn culprit—Huang Haoran!
Taking a deep breath, he employed his abdominal voice technique and unleashed a deafening roar—
“Huang! Haoran!!! Get over here!!!”
His voice erupted throughout the office, like a muffled thunder reverberating beneath the ceiling.
The entire office fell silent in an instant.
Colleagues exchanged glances filled with anticipation and excitement, subtly turning their heads, unable to hide their eager expressions—
The show was about to begin!
The air thickened, and all eyes were focused on Huang Haoran.
This roar shattered the calm of the office, and the supervisor's menacing aura filled the room; everyone thought this guy was done for.
Normally, whenever Huang Haoran was called out, he would immediately scurry over, head bowed, face plastered with a sheepish grin. No matter what the supervisor said, he would nod along without hesitation, like a tail-wagging dog desperate to please, fearful of offending this authority figure.
But today… everything had changed.
He didn’t move.
He simply raised his head slowly, his gaze calm as if the supervisor's thunderous shout had no effect on him whatsoever.
Then, he leisurely pushed his chair back with a barely audible squeak and stood up gracefully. Stretching lazily, he patted down the wrinkles on his clothes before taking his time to step forward.
His pace was neither fast nor slow; one could even say it was deliberately drawn out. Rather than heading to meet the supervisor, it felt more like he was going for a stroll, grabbing a cup of coffee, or perhaps attending some elegant private dinner.
He did not lower his head, nor did he show any signs of panic. Instead of hunching his shoulders and bending over as usual, he walked in with his head held high, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
This scene left everyone in the office stunned!
"Wait... what's going on with this guy?"
"Is he... not afraid anymore?"
"Why is he so different from before? Shouldn't he be rushing to apologize?"
"Damn, is he going crazy?"
The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion and shock.
The supervisor's expression darkened instantly.
His anger flared up like a lit powder keg!
This kid... actually dared to act so arrogantly?!
Wasn't this a blatant provocation?!
His gaze turned colder, his fists clenched slightly as he silently vowed that today, Huang Haoran would pay a heavy price!
Yet Huang Haoran remained unfazed, leisurely making his way toward the office, as if this "public execution" was of no concern to him at all.
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