At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the central air conditioner in the Ancient Books Department of the Municipal Library began to pump air again, making the back of your neck feel cold, as if there was a ghost blowing into your neck from behind. I shrank my neck and shoved the old books in my hands on the bookshelf, grinning from the pain in my waist - this shabby part-time job only paid 80 yuan a day, and I had to sort out these shabby books that were older than my grandfather. It was really fucking miserable.
My name is Lin Yan, a graduate student in the History Department of Provincial University. To put it bluntly, I am a mess around. When I took the postgraduate entrance examination, I simply didn't want to enter the society too early and be scolded by my boss. I just wanted to stay in school for two more years, get a diploma, and then find a lousy job that works 9 to 5 without working overtime or being disciplined, and live a stable life for the rest of my life. As for making achievements and saving the world, that's all bullshit in novels and has nothing to do with me. I can barely make up my own rent, so I'm still saving the world? Save the hammer!
