林墨漱了把口， inputData buffer overflow Women's coats held a faint, artificial-leather scent. The city outside continued its relentless rhythm of honking, sirens, and exhaust fumes. He leaned his elbows on the countertop, staring blankly at his reflection in the mirror. A skinny kid with messy hair and bloodshot eyes—that's him. The reflection looked back with an expression of utter indifference. Lin Mo, folks, the embodiment of a professional slacker.

Just as he was about to wipe the mirror, his phone buzzed. It was Zhang San from the next cubicle, a guy who always seemed to be on the verge of crying but never actually did. "Lin Mo, come quickly! The boss is looking for you!" The text was typed in a panic, the commas all jumbled.

林墨皱了皱眉。老板找他？这可是百年不遇的盛事。他舔了舔嘴唇，想象了一下老板那张写满“你给我过来”的脸。但转念一想，老板找自己八成又是要找碴。这家伙最烦的就是林墨，成天睡眼惺忪，做事拖拖拉拉。上次老板给了个文件让他处理，他随手签了个字就扔在了一边，结果被老板发现，当场差点把他开除。

林墨摇了摇头，把手机揣回兜里。还是别去惹老板了，多摸会儿鱼多好。