I Am Not a God

Xu Yishan pinched her ruffled resume, feeling uncomfortable. The teacher said that college should be like a red-hot iron, sizzling and hot, but Xu Yishan felt it was more like being branded, and he fell before the enemy could even pull off a honey trap. "Next!" The interviewer's voice came through the frosted glass door, as cold as mint candy. Xu Yishan took a deep breath and pushed the door open, with a smile on her face that she thought was impeccable but was actually as stiff as plaster. Success or failure depends on this. Five minutes later, he came out. The smile on his face was shattered to pieces, and he couldn't even pick up the dregs. Xu Yishan interpreted the interviewer's last look very accurately - three points sympathy, seven points "Are you sure you went to the wrong set?" "Brother, what's your rank?" Fatty Wang from the next door dormitory came over, chewing half a Snickers bar in his mouth, his cheeks bulging like a hamster. Xu Yishan numbly made an "eight" gesture. "Hey! The Eight Immortals crossed the sea?" Fatty Wang was happy. "What about you?" Xu Yishan said with a face. "I don't need an interview. My dad has arranged a job for me, with seven insurances and two allowances, and a monthly salary of 18,000." A condescending smile appeared on Fatty Wang's oily face. Fuck, Xu Yishan cursed in his heart, is it amazing to have a father? Fatty Wang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be discouraged. This is only the eighth time. Zhang Longfei has interviewed for twenty units. By the way, look over there." He pursed his lips and pointed to the most remote and deserted corner of the stadium, where a lonely blue shed stood with no dog in front. "There seems to be some kind of Tianshu Surveying Co., Ltd., Doing land