Chapter Eleven I Don't Have Time

  Monday, the weather is fine.

  Tying his shoelaces tightly, with a pair of panda eyes hanging on them, he kept emphasizing to himself: I have an interview today, hurry up and get going.

  Headache and eye strain, feet slipping, dizziness, feeling like I had a fight with someone last night.

  Put on a black undergarment with resignation, put on a white short-sleeved shirt, and fell down halfway through, weak and lifeless.

  Cai Cai, who had just returned from the restroom, saw someone struggling helplessly and snapped her fingers in front of him: "So you're having a heavenly battle, aren't you supposed to go for an interview? Will the interviewer wait for your arrival?"

  She kicked his hand away with a calm foot, "I also want him to wait for me, and it's not too late for me to sleep until the earth is old and the sky is worn out."

  Cai Cai smiled and walked away, "Hey, people don't know how to cherish such a good opportunity. When you lose it, it's too late. Don't think there will be a second chance."

  Turning her head, she saw An Xin still lying on the bed, with a bitter melon face like a mother who wants her son to become a dragon. "Fatty Class Leader's eyes have opened, and he has finally recognized your goodness. I'll introduce you to Xinhua Group, this is an opportunity that doctoral students from top universities can't even hope for, people are all envious of you, hurry up and go. Come back and tell me the news."

  With a calm and distracted gaze, he silently completed everything, finally putting on his shoes, taking a piece of bread from the table and biting into it as he walked out the door like a zombie.

  Although she was content with her life and didn't strive for more, she lived a happy and comfortable life, but the interviewer's questions made her realize how sad her life was.

  The interviewer frowned at An Xin's personal resume.

  Interviewer: "Can you tell me what core competitiveness you have that makes us want to hire you?"

  "At ease, with a straight face and sitting upright: 'This question is quite sharp, let me think for a moment.'"

  Interviewer: "What do you think you learned in your three years of university? How much value can you create for our company?"

  A group of crows flew over.

  Relax: “……”

  The interviewer's eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

  At ease as if sitting on pins and needles, she muttered to herself for half a day without getting any results. What core competitiveness could this young and vigorous youth have? She wasn't a seasoned business elite who had gone through a hundred battles, after all. Moreover, she was just here to apply for a sales representative position in the sales department, was it worth asking such high-level questions?

  The interviewer's face was gloomy, the previous candidate who came in was talking nonsense, and now this one was taciturn. He was about to throw his head back and sigh. What's wrong with today's college students? Can't they even prepare properly for a simple interview?

  An Xin felt that she really had to say something now, otherwise she was worried that the interviewer in front of her would suddenly have a cerebral hemorrhage, and the consequences would be irreparable. After all, she had seen him like this before.

  Last year, a middle-aged uncle next door who was about the same age as my father got drunk and had an interest in playing cards with others. In the middle of the card game, he suddenly became excited, his blood rushed up, and under the influence of alcohol, he suddenly fell to the ground.

  When he was carried on a stretcher, An Qing clearly remembered the face that was red with purple undertones and swollen with bruises.

  The interviewer's face was almost like this, she was really worried, so she couldn't help but get nervous.

  "Are you... going to take a rest for a while?"

  Interviewer: "Do you want to delay further? The interview time is only five minutes and you have already used three minutes and twenty-six seconds."

  Good intentions kicked by a donkey, peace of mind also came with bad temper. Worried that your body would be turned around and said to be intentionally delayed, then I'll save some time too.

  The interviewer's mobile phone suddenly rang and then got up to answer a call on the side.

  Anxin was bored and counted the numbers with his hands, when he reached ninety-nine, the interviewer still hadn't returned. Anxin started to worry, wondering if his aura was too strong that it scared him away?

  Just as I was considering whether to go find that interviewer again, Ziqing's face turned red once more.

  He returned to his position, took another look at An Xin's resume, and then carefully examined An Xin's face against the photo, staring for so long that An Xin felt like there was a pimple on her face.

  The last heavy self-affirmation nodded, confirming it was himself.

  "Good heavens, how could he have taken her in?"

  Relax: “……”

  "Alright, you're hired, wait for a notice tonight about tomorrow's work schedule."

  Be shocked and at ease

  She walked out of the company still feeling puzzled.

  Fat Classmate isn't a very familiar relationship, right? He can easily help her get this job, so why did he still make her go through something like a roller coaster ride and also meet a gloomy face.

  Her life has been a mix of great joys and sorrows.

  As she walked onto the road, An Xin was hesitating between having meat buns or a bowl of hot dry noodles for lunch when a speeding sports car suddenly stopped steadily in front of her.

  A fragile heart beats with a faint sorrow as the strong headlights of the car flash by.

  The car window rolled down, revealing a handsome face that was rarely seen smiling, with piercing eyes scanning An Xin.

  He was so startled that he jumped back two steps before regaining his balance.

  "Qiao... Qiao boss... what a coincidence?" After hesitating for half a day, she steadied her nerves and still wanted to stick her fingers in her hair and roar. Is this the legendary fate? But now she just wants to turn around and run away, because meeting this black-hearted Qiao capitalist is probably not a good thing.

  "Are you going back to school? I don't mind giving you a ride." A rare gentle voice.

  But...

  Is his car too scary? >_

  She really wants to draw a line with him.

  Last week he said he wanted to drink water, so An Xin gave him a glass of drinking water with perfect service and a sincere smile, but Qiao didn't even raise an eyebrow.

  Without batting an eyelid, she tossed out a sentence, "Please go to the 2nd canteen on the first floor and buy me a bottle of Evian." Look at her, with such an attitude, insisting on drinking Evian mineral water in this sweltering heat. Doesn't she know how to conserve herself? The 2nd canteen is so far from our administrative building, it's like she wants to exhaust me to death, what a "heart of stone". She doesn't even care that people in Africa can only take two baths a year due to water scarcity. Normally, she just drinks 1-yuan Kangshifu, how could she afford such expensive water?

  Qiao Ran looked at her with a stern expression, "The director said that we need to hand in the list before getting off work tonight."

  Jump for joy.

  I'm fed up! Every time he's threatening her.

  Her cheap labor... no... it should be her free labor!

  Go shopping! The old lady resigned herself and said "I'll buy it for you".

  When she finally managed to get the expensive Evian water into his hands with great effort, he said carefully, "Oh, I'm not thirsty now, just put the water aside."

  A flame of anger leapt out from An Xin's eyes, and being able to drive such a useless girl to this extent was also one of Qiao Ran's abilities.

  She took a deep breath, and inhaled deeply.

  Forget it, just one day like this, a knife on the head of tolerance, and then we will have nothing to do with each other.

  So now I'm anxious about running into Qiao Ran, it's a lot of pressure.

  "Hurry up and get on, I don't have all day."

  Relax: "......" I didn't ask you to let me on the car.

  But Qiao Ran's hooked mouth corner made her suddenly feel a chill down her spine, a sense of tragic sadness that had been calculated spreading from her toes to the ends of her hair.

  "Good."

  Carefully opened the rear door and stepped into Jo's territory.

  "Are you still acting like a Lolita and being pretentious?" This was Qiao Ran's teasing voice.

  Relax: “……”

  My wife is pregnant! Update completed!