An Xiaolu, a recent graduate, applied for jobs 347 times, interviewed at 23 companies, and got zero offers.
The last thought was "Three thousand breeders would be fine," and then his heart twitched and he died suddenly.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw the text she was chasing - not a princess, not a young lady, but a deer. It was still the kind that was lifted up by the back of the neck by the Black Demon Lord, who was looking at her with eyes assessing the freshness of the ingredients.
"Brother, don't eat me! I can write copy! I can make PPT! Do you have any marketing needs in the cultivation world?"
The Demon Lord was silent for three seconds: "... No need for spiritual translation, noisy."
In order not to be stewed into venison hot pot, An Xiaolu used his lifelong social skills to figure out the needs of Party A, demonstrate core competitiveness, and strive for a trial period. She really stayed. From then on, there was a deer in the Demon Palace who could write on the stone board "a list of things you must do after becoming a human being", and the first item on the list was always hot pot.
Later, the list became longer and longer, and more and more items were crossed out. She cultivated her human form, broke into the secret realm, broke off antlers to replace the antidote for the man who was too honest, and he held her in his arms for three days while he was pretending to die.
As for the last item on the list - "Find someone to eat hot pot with" - she crossed it off for a long time before finally crossing it off.
A story about the self-cultivation of social animals, the two-way strategy of Party A and Party B, and whether the hot pot should be mildly spicy or extra spicy.
