Jianghai City in September is as hot as a big steamer. The asphalt road was oily from the sun, and the air was filled with the smell of restless dust.
Lin Xiao stood at the gate of Jianghai No. 1 Middle School, which was as grand as a palace, holding in his hand a plastic document bag bought for two yuan, which contained his long-expired job transfer certificate and a crumpled resume. He tugged on the camouflage T-shirt that was washed white and even a little off the collar. He raised his head and squinted at the shining golden school badge above his head.
"The gate of this school is built like a triumphal arch. I wonder if the food in the cafeteria is not full of oil and water." Lin Xiao swallowed, and his stomach grumbled in response.
If the people in the international mercenary community knew that the once murderous war machine codenamed "Shura" was now preparing to apply for a physical education teacher job for five buckets of rice, they would probably laugh out loud.
"Warning: The bioenergy reserve is less than 5%. Please replenish energy as soon as possible. It is recommended to consume high-calorie foods or... Enter hibernation mode."
The cold mechanical sound in my mind sounded again.
"Shut up, you rag." Lin Xiao cursed in his mind, "I can't even afford a meat bun now, and it's also high in calories. Do you want to drink Northwest Wind?"
