A Beautiful Day

　　"Good morning, Xiao Li."

　　"Morning, team leader." Xiao Li rubbed her still-swollen nose and responded calmly.

　　Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, falling on her newly assigned workstation. The workstation was moved after she "accidentally" fractured her nasal bone a month ago. The company, showing "humanitarian concern," moved her away from the cramped cubicle area. The new workstation was spacious and bright, by the window, with a wide view, where she could see the first rays of the morning sun every day.

　　A month ago, to rush an urgent report, she worked overtime for three consecutive days and nights. That morning, in a daze, she was knocked into the corner of the printer by a colleague, causing a sharp pain in her nose and profuse bleeding. Originally thinking she would need to take sick leave, she was notified that "to encourage Xiao Li’s spirit of dedication to work, the company has decided to give her special care." Thus, she received the "special care" of a new workstation.

　　Not only that, due to the micro-plastic surgery she had after the nasal bone fracture, she unexpectedly became more beautiful, and colleagues cast envious glances. Even the usually aloof department manager began to treat her with kindness.

　　"Xiao Li, take a look at this document first, feel free to ask me if you have any questions." The manager handed her the document with a smile, his tone showing a rare tenderness.

　　"Okay, manager." Xiao Li took the document, the corners of her mouth slightly upturned.

　　During lunch break, she no longer rushed to gobble down takeout like before. Instead, she sat elegantly on the sofa at her new workstation, sipping freshly squeezed juice brought by a colleague.

　　In the afternoon, she found that she no longer needed to work frantically to complete tasks like before. Her work seemed to have become much easier. Colleagues would take the initiative to help share some of her workload, and the boss started asking for her opinion.

　　She vaguely felt that she had become the "darling" of the office.

　　She began to enjoy this "beautiful day."

　　When it was time to get off work, she packed her things, ready to leave the office. Just as she reached the door, she was stopped by the team leader.

　　"Xiao Li, wait a moment." The team leader handed her a form, "This is the company’s new employee health plan, please fill it out."

　　Xiao Li took the form and looked at it carefully. The form was densely packed with various physical examination items, with one particular item standing out: Employee Nasal Health Index Assessment.

　　She looked up in confusion, “Team leader, what is this nasal health index assessment…”

　　The team leader smiled meaningfully, “Oh, this, the company has established this new project to improve employee efficiency. It's mainly to assess the employee’s ability to handle stress and their risk tolerance."

　　"Ability to handle stress and risk tolerance?" Xiao Li asked, puzzled.

　　"Yes," the team leader patted her on the shoulder, "Didn’t you fracture your nasal bone? This is perfect for evaluating your recovery."

　　Xiao Li suddenly understood something.

　　She recalled that that morning, before she hit the corner of the printer, a sharp metal clanging sound had echoed in the office. At the time, everyone thought it was a printer malfunction.

　　She also thought about the glances her colleagues had been casting lately. They were not envious, but rather an implicit expectation, even with a hint of concealed jealousy.

　　She remembered the rumors circulating within the company: The company planned to screen all employees based on their "ability to handle stress" to achieve "optimization of personnel structure."

　　Xiao Li’s face instantly turned pale. She held the form, feeling that the words on it were like sharp blades, piercing her nerves.

　　She began to suspect that her so-called "beautiful day" was actually a carefully designed trap.

　　A trap designed to screen and optimize "employees," ultimately achieving "efficient production."

　　She looked out the window, the sun had already set, and the sky had turned a hazy gray. She felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

　　Slowly, she filled out her information on the form. In the "Nasal Health Index" section, she hesitated for a moment, and finally, gently wrote: Good.

　　She knew that perhaps tomorrow, she would usher in another "beautiful day." But this beauty, perhaps like her nasal bone, was "accidentally" designed.