From White Box To Supervision

In the midsummer of July, from the morning, the whole weather began to be sultry, which made people's hearts start to get irritable.

Zhang Beichuan looked at the weather and didn't want to go out for a while, but the time on his phone was urging him.

"Ah, I really don't want to go out," he lamented.

But it's no use complaining, it's like I want to be rich, well, I use everything in my dreams.

Those who do not work will not eat, this is the truth of the world.

The journey to Musashino is obviously not very far, but Zhang Beichuan has already sweated a lot during these journeys. Aoi Miyamori was not in Musashino at this time, but went to the original party of the committee for a meeting. .

Zhang Beichuan was the first to arrive in Musashino. As soon as he entered, Zhang Beichuan immediately turned on the air conditioner in the house. After a while, the cold wind blew, and the whole house became cooler.

"It's really comfortable." Zhang Beichuan is not the kind of person with severe air conditioning, but today's ghost weather is really too hot, a full 35 ℃, and it is obviously not at the peak at this time, the weather forecast is expected to arrive 39°C.

Zhang Beichuan sorted out the materials he needed for a while. At this moment, the buzzing sound of the air conditioner on the wall suddenly stopped.

Zhang Beichuan was stunned for a moment, a little stunned, and then he found out that the power seemed to be out.

"No way." Zhang Beichuan hurriedly checked it. He thought it was a fault, but the truth was that the power went out.

Not only Musashino, but this block also stopped, Xingjin Yuka came over at this time and announced a ruthless news.

"It seems that the electricity has been overused recently, the circuit is aging, it has been broken, and it is being repaired."

"When will it be fixed?"

"I don't know that."

Zhang Beichuan sighed and returned to his seat.

Not long after, some people who went to work came, and then they all felt that the temperature in the room seemed to be hotter than the outside, like a stove.

"Senior Beichuan, why don't you turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot." Shuida Zhiyu picked up the remote control and clicked it, but there was no response.

"Ah, is it broken?" Shuitian Zhiyu said.

Zhang Beichuan said: "The power outage is aging, and the power is out."

"Isn't it, the power went out on such a hot day?"

"kindness."

Zhang Beichuan was also too hot, so he wiped his sweat: "Just bear with it for now, it's being repaired now, maybe it will be repaired in a while."

"As soon as possible."

"Do you have any plans to supervise for a while?" he asked.

"It was originally planned to hold a 3D discussion meeting, but now there is a power outage and the computer can't be used, so it has to be cancelled."

Zhang Beichuan took out the original painting and began to check.

Now the painting department still has to paint, and the coloring department and the 3D department have been idle, because they themselves need a computer to work.

It's just that after Zhang Beichuan checked it again, it was too hot. He finally endured it until noon, but the electricity didn't come. Not only him, but also the people in the rest of the department. It's like fishing out of water. .

It is conceivable that in a room like a stove, that uncomfortable feeling makes people's hearts irritable.

"Senior Beichuan, I'm going out to buy something to drink, do you want to go with me?" said Shuida Zhiyu, who used paper as a fan.

"Well, I'll go with you."

Zhang Beichuan was also a little uncomfortable and planned to go out.

The two came to the convenience store. The convenience store had no electricity at this time, but probably because of the large space, it should be cooler.

The popsicles in the refrigerator have long since turned into water, and the cold drinks have long been cold, but it's better than nothing. Zhang Beichuan randomly chose a cola and took a big sip.

"I really want to use the air conditioner, watch TV, and eat watermelon. This is the standard in summer." Shuitian Zhiyu sighed.

"You can do it when you go home at night." Zhang Beichuan leaned against the wall. This is a shaded place, so it won't be so sunburned.

"This kind of life has not been possible since college."

Zhang Beichuan sighed for a moment, but did not speak. The two returned to Musashino, and at this moment, Watanabe Hayabusa came over.

"Beichuan, let me tell you, because there is no electricity today, I don't know when to come. Seeing that everyone is hot, let's take a long break today."

"Did the president say that?"

"Yes, I told him, and he agreed."

"That's great." Zhang Beichuan said happily.

This news made many people cheer, after all, no one wants to waste here for nothing.

Zhang Beichuan put the original paintings under inspection in a bag, ready to go back to work.

Zhang Beichuan did not go home immediately, and there was only one person at home. He simply came to the library in Tokyo. The environment here is very suitable, very quiet, and very cool.

He found a seat, put on his headphones, and started painting.

Unconsciously, time passed quickly, and the afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

"Are you painting the original painting?" At this moment, a man appeared in front of Zhang Beichuan and looked at the painting in his hand very curiously.

When the man saw Zhang Beichuan in himself, he immediately explained, "Sorry, sorry, I just looked at your painting out of curiosity. I apologize if I offended you."

"It's okay." Zhang Beichuan shook his head.

"Excuse me, are you the original artist?"

"Ah, so be it."

"Then are you a freelance original artist? There is still a company."

"Uh." Zhang Beichuan didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "May I ask who you are."

"Oh, yes, what I said was a bit abrupt. I'm sorry, I'm also in the animation industry. Let me introduce myself. My name is Ji Chengyao, and I'm also an original artist." Ji Chengyao looked at Zhang Beichuan with bright eyes.

"Although this is a bit abrupt, can you let me take a closer look at the original painting you drew? Don't worry, I just look at it, I won't do anything, and I won't tell outsiders."

"Uh, this is nothing. You can watch it if you want."

There are not many cards drawn by Zhang Beichuan, and people will not see any plot, but it is nothing.

"Thank you, thank you." Ji Chengyao took the original painting and looked at it, very devoted.

"Interesting, really funny."

After a while, Ji Chengyao returned the original painting to Zhang Beichuan and said with a smile, "It's amazing, your painting is amazing, I don't like it very much, I like machine painting."

"Machine? Carrot slices?"