Oriental Pizza
by Yao Emei
About This Novel
I get flustered when I see the sunset. Time is like a huge electric belt. Whoever transfers it to his name will hand over the day's harvest and send it back to his warehouse. I saw that the belt was filled with all kinds of things, but I got nothing, and there was nothing to my name. It's been four months since I left school, and I haven't found an internship unit yet. I know that some students have returned to school with signed contracts. They are just waiting to get their diplomas and then return to the internship unit and officially start working with full salary. I seemed to see sweat on their faces as they ran on the tree-less road outside the school gate. They must have gone to eat duck necks and drink beer. They went there when they were happy and also when they were unhappy. They gave almost half of their living expenses to the female owner of the duck neck shop who wore a nose ring. Although I attended school here for three years, I can say that this school is bullshit.
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