"Name?"
"L-Lu Xiaoxiao."
"Education?"
"I... I went to a 211 Project university..."
"Next."
"Huh?! B-but..."
Before Lu Xiaoxiao could react, two security guards who looked too frail to hurt a fly had her by the arms and carried her out, bag and all. She stood in the cold wind, dazed and confused, her mind still a muddle, then roared with all the force of her outrage: "Aaaaaah! Give me back my resume! Aaaaaah!" She had no idea that inside the car beside her, which looked impossibly cool and flashy, a certain celebrated young talent was covering his ears in irritation.
La la la, come and hang out... Xuebajun's Chinese is really good...-_-||
Author. . . What's the progress? . Monthly update, weekly update, daily update, or yearly update? Can the nest wait until the day it ends? . (Looking far away)