As the leader of Copywriting Team Two, Song Wuli was indeed qualified to take on the task and to make decisions on behalf of the entire team.
Yet he voluntarily passed the task off, letting someone from Team One take it.
The people in Team One didn’t hold back with Song Wuli—they even cheered for him, thanking Old Song for the gift.
With things said to this extent, the supervisor had no choice but to assign the task to Copywriting Team One.
The meeting was dismissed.
The supervisor called out to Song Wuli again, bringing up Recruitment.
“Since your Team Two is the one recruiting, do you have any specific requirements for them?” the supervisor asked about the hiring.
Song Wuli thought for a moment and said, “They need to like cute two-dimensional characters, know how to use computers, be skilled at decompressing files, and proficient with Office software. Also, they should be able to touch-type. That’s about it.”
Supervisor: “Alright, I’ll pass it on.”
After leaving the conference room, Song Wuli sat at his desk, zoning out with nothing to do.
He pulled out his silver phone and checked it.
Huanhong had sent some everyday messages—pictures of food she was eating, and various sights from the road.
There was also news from Huang Yi, reporting on last night’s damages: many humans were injured by debris caused by the explosion, but fortunately no deaths.
Property losses were estimated to exceed 500 million.
This caused the Witch faction in the Eastern Alliance to face backlash, losing some of their influence.
However, there was some good news.
According to preliminary polls, after Yinlin bombed the convention center last time and then the park this time, her public approval rating didn’t drop.
Instead, it increased.
Was it because Yinlin’s beautiful outward appearance had won the citizens’ support?
Or because her devastating power gave people hope, making them more supportive?
Huang Yi thought it was both, so this time he didn’t criticize Yinlin much and just relayed the intelligence to her.
A thought that had once seemed impossible suddenly appeared in Huang Yi’s mind.
Since Yinlin really wanted to shoot her magic cannon wildly but couldn’t do it freely in the city, why not find a place where she could fire at will?
Humans in this world had long been waiting for something like this to happen.
Though he thought this, Huang Yi hadn’t said it aloud yet.
This matter involved too many factors and still required investigation.
Finally, Huang Yi asked her, “By the way, there’s something I want to ask. Are you interested in shooting a wholesome Photo Shoot?”
Huh?
Song Wuli quickly looked around, confirming no one was nearby.
He typed back, “How wholesome does ‘wholesome’ mean, Uncle?”
Huang Yi replied quickly, “All ages friendly.”
Song Wuli was totally thrown off.
He doing a Photo Shoot?
It felt way too entertainment-focused, not quite fitting for a magical girl.
Besides, wasn’t she supposed to fight demons and protect the world?
What did doing a Photo Shoot have to do with protecting the world?
Huang Yi explained further, “Based on my guess, among your supporters, there’s a group who likes your appearance. If you take the idol route, you’ll gain even more support.”
Maybe it was a test?
Song Wuli responded carefully, “Uncle? You’re suggesting a Photo Shoot to a kid? What if it was your daughter? Would you say the same?”
Perhaps not expecting Song Wuli to take it so seriously and morally high-grounded, Huang Yi could only apologize, “Sorry, when I talk with you, I often forget you’re still a kid.”
That was probably a test—or maybe a way to push her.
Looks like the acting skills still needed work.
For the next while, Song Wuli watched Oscar-winning films, studying the performances of Oscar Best Actors and Best Actresses to learn deeply.
It wasn’t a busy day for him, but Copywriting Team One was swamped.
After receiving the new project, their team leader immediately optimized the structure—assigning two rookies to handle old tasks while everyone else threw themselves fully into the New Hero Plan.
It was said that Art and Modeling were already halfway done, but Copywriting was the slowest to move.
The script was only finalized yesterday, and today was for distributing the materials.
The deadline was tight.
So the entire Copywriting Team One stayed late to work overtime; some even had to spend the night at the office.
Song Wuli felt relaxed.
After work ended, a few young people at their desks stared at him expectantly.
Before, other young people would take the lead and leave right on time; Xiao Liu and the others would naturally follow.
But since Team Two was downsized, only a few of them remained.
Their leader Song Wuli didn’t leave, so they dared not leave either.
Old Song lacked any sense of leadership, not seeing himself as management, and so he was clueless about the younger generation’s feelings.
He noticed them secretly watching, but had no idea why.
He assumed they were supervising his work, which made him work even harder, not daring to slack off.
He stayed busy until 7 p.m.
Finally, Xiao Liu couldn’t hold back and asked, “Leader Song, I have some family matters, um…”
Song Wuli looked at him, waiting for him to continue.
Xiao Liu hadn’t expected Old Song to miss his hint, so he went on, “Um, can I leave work now?”
Song Wuli was taken aback, then realized they were watching his expression.
He unconsciously examined his new role.
Expecting refusal, Xiao Liu quickly weakened his tone, “It’s okay if not. I’ll talk to my family.”
Song Wuli said, “No problem, you guys go ahead. When it’s time, just leave—no need to look at me.”
Xiao Liu grew more worried, quickly adding, “Leader Song, don’t be mad. I just need to talk to my family. It’s nothing. I’ll work a few extra hours later.”
No matter how Song Wuli persuaded, he couldn’t convince Xiao Liu—they thought Old Song was angry.
But Old Song wasn’t that easily angered; he just hadn’t shifted his mindset from a frontline employee to a manager.
So, as soon as it hit 7:30 p.m., Song Wuli took the initiative to leave.
For him, it was leaving early; for others, it was working overtime.
After he left, he watched from the shadows and saw Xiao Liu and the others also leave, while Qian Dehao kept working.
Ah, the workplace.
Song Wuli headed to the Rooftop, absentmindedly thinking about work and office life.
Half an hour later, he arrived at a milk tea shop, still a little distracted.
Xia Shiyao had come to have milk tea too.
Seeing her expression, he messaged to ask why she looked so absent-minded.
Yao Ruoning finally regained some focus and concentrated on what was in front of her.
Suddenly, Huanhong sent a message in the group chat—a design blueprint, with detailed diagrams and explanations.
Huanhong: [I’ve studied our battles, including our strengths and weaknesses.]
Huanhong: [So I made a Formation. This Formation can combine our strengths and make up for our weaknesses.]
Below were sketches.
Jinluan lay down like a dog, Huanhong rode on the back of Jinluan’s neck, and Yinlin sat at Jinluan’s lower back, holding Huanhong’s waist with her left hand, while her right hand extended a staff over Huanhong’s shoulder.
Huanhong: [Jinluan can fly without the staff. She can carry us. I’m suited to charging ahead, and Yinlin handles ranged attacks from behind.]
Huanhong: [Isn’t this Formation perfect? I call it the Battle Machine Form.]
Huanhong: [Ladies, speak up! Where is everyone?]