readytorunbook Chapter 211 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 1
Chapter 211 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 1
Graduation season has arrived, and college students are flooding into society like wasps.
Song Xianyin, one of them, looked out the window with a very serious expression.
Will she really be able to find a job?
When the system assigned her this task, she didn't think it was a task at all.
Later she realized that this was a huge mistake.
The high-speed train was extremely noisy, with children's screams piercing her ears from time to time, mixed with parents' scolding.
Various smells flooded her nostrils. Although the uncle next to her didn't smoke, Song Xianyin felt like she was inhaling tons of secondhand smoke whenever he coughed.
The child in the back seat kept kicking the back of Song Xianyin's chair, and she was kicked awake before she could even doze off for a short while.
She stood up and looked at him quietly.
The child looked at her, laughing as he kicked her, kicking her even harder.
The child's parents glanced at her, then lowered their heads to continue scrolling through videos.
“You’re so ugly.” Song Xianyin looked at the child calmly.
The child paused for a moment, then continued kicking.
"You're so ugly." Song Xianyin frowned slightly, her eyes showing some disgust.
The child's eyes turned red; he had completely lost his temper and began to hurl insults at Song Xianyin.
Song Xianyin also deeply admired the child's skill in cursing. He had only lived for a few years, yet he knew more swear words than she had in her twenty-plus years of life.
Song Xianyin watched intently as the child, wearing shoes, stepped onto the seat and began hurling insults at her.
His face turned red, saliva flew everywhere, and he was gesturing with his hands as he jumped.
The mother next to him glanced at him with some pride, then smiled at the child's father: "Look how fluent Feifei is now."
The father remained unresponsive, like a dead man, scrolling through videos on his phone as if none of it concerned him.
The child's voice was hoarse, and his words began to come out in fits and starts.
Song Xianyin looked at him in confusion: "Why are you so ugly?"
The child couldn't hold back any longer and started crying loudly.
The child's mother scolded, "He's just a child, why are you, a grown man, arguing with a child like that?"
What do kids know?
The man next to him clicked his tongue impatiently: "Alright, stop arguing. What will people think if they see this?"
The woman immediately fell silent, picked up the crying little boy, and walked away.
Song Xianyin looked at the man who could shut a woman up with just one sentence, and felt a little envious.
It's so great to be a man; having a wife makes you feel like an emperor.
During this period, high-speed trains have been almost always packed, with many people standing in the middle of the carriages.
Song Xianyin was glad she bought her ticket early. If she had bought a ticket for the same price but had to stand, she would definitely have felt resentful.
Song Xianyin noticed a pregnant woman carefully walking towards them, supporting her belly.
She silently closed her eyes.
She felt she had a valid reason for not giving up her seat this time.
She has to walk for an hour to the village entrance, then take a half-hour bus ride to the town, and then take a three-hour bus ride to the city center to catch the high-speed train.
She was already awake before the chickens in the house had even woken up.
Song Xianyin felt that she had every reason not to give up her seat.
After calming herself down, she decided to take a short nap.
Just then, she suddenly heard a gentle voice: "Miss, may I sit down for a moment?"
Song Xianyin made even breathing sounds.
There were so many young women on the bus, it couldn't be this poor girl.
A short while later, Song Xianyin felt herself being pushed.
"Miss, miss, don't sleep! Sorry to disturb you."
Pretending to be asleep would be impolite.
Song Xianyin rubbed her eyes, yawned, and looked at her innocently: "What's wrong, Miss?"
The pregnant woman pointed shyly to her belly, and Song Xianyin nodded at her.
"You are pregnant."
The pregnant woman smiled and nodded.
Song Xianyin smiled at her, but didn't move an inch.
The pregnant woman frowned, and Song Xianyin also frowned in confusion.
"Miss, could I sit here for a few minutes? I won't take up your seat. I'm feeling a little unwell right now," the pregnant woman said with a smile.
Song Xianyin suddenly realized, and she said with difficulty, "But I'm so tired right now, can I not do it?"
The pregnant woman pleaded, "Please, miss, we're both girls, please help me."
Song Xianyin looked around.
The carriage was mostly filled with burly men, followed by middle-aged women who looked rather intimidating, then elderly men and women, and then children who kept yelling.
"How about we don't help?" Song Xianyin asked politely.
The pregnant woman tugged at her hand and continued to plead, "You're the kindest person, please let me sit down for a bit, miss, miss."
Song Xianyin also hugged her hand and acted coquettishly, shaking her head: "Miss, please don't make me give way, I'm so tired."
An elderly man standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer and delivered an important speech.
"Sigh, girls these days, why are they all so heartless?"
"We live in an era that favors women over men, and people can make a lot of money from bride prices."
Song Xianyin was shocked. How could this possibly involve betrothal gifts?
"We men are really too tired. We spend our whole lives worrying about women."
"Little girl, just let her have her way. Your mother was pregnant before, and you'll be pregnant someday too."
"Exactly, young people these days don't know what empathy is anymore."
A hat was put on her head, and Song Xianyin only felt...
It's so warm!
She didn't know why the air conditioning on the high-speed train was so cold; she was shivering just now.
But I was halfway through shaking when this kind young lady woke me up.
"Please sit here with me."
A clear, gentle male voice suddenly came from the corner.
The girl's eyes lit up: "Boys are the ones who know how to care for girls."
"Thank you, sir."
The boy nodded politely and left his seat.
He had barely stepped out when the girl waved to someone not far away: "Honey, come quick, there's a seat here!"
A man with a belly bigger than hers plopped down in his seat while playing a game.
"Honey, are you hungry?"
"Stop arguing, can't you see I'm playing a game?"
"Is the game more important than me?!"
Another round of verbal battles has begun.
Song Xianyin thought she was very clever, and thankfully she had a low moral compass, which was why she had a seat.
The person who gave up their seat was just unlucky.
"Get up." The man's voice was somewhat cold.
Song Xianyin became interested and curiously turned her head.
She looked back and was startled to see that everyone in the carriage was staring at the couple; it looked extremely eerie.
But Song Xianyin felt that the scene was very artistic and that it could sell for a lot of money if it were filmed.
The man, engrossed in his game, ignored him.
The boy, with a cold face, pulled the man off his seat and threw him to the ground.
"Dead pig man."