Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 212 Song Lala's Job Hunting Diary 2

The man was thrown to the ground, his expression blank for a moment.

Seeing the amused looks on the faces of those around him, his face flushed red to the roots of his neck.

"Do you want to die?!"

He suddenly rushed towards the boy, who, with a cold face, quickly began to wrestle with him.

"Stop hitting him! Please save my husband!" the pregnant woman cried, helplessly pulling at the boy.

People around either took out their phones to film or watched the spectacle from the sidelines, showing no intention of stepping forward to help.

Finally, a train attendant walked through the carriage and ended the situation.

Song Xianyin breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the uncle next to her with his feet on the small table.

Fortunately, she never touches this table.

Otherwise, she was afraid that her hands would develop athlete's foot.

After that farce, the pregnant woman and her husband turned around and went to another carriage.

This is her first time going to City A. Her requirements aren't high; she just wants to find a job that pays 6,000 yuan a month and has weekends off.

Song Xianyin was filled with anticipation.

It has to be a big city. She searched for information and found that the starting salary for fresh graduates in City A was the highest.

She brought eight thousand yuan to City A, which should be enough for her to find a job.

As soon as Song Xianyin got off the high-speed train, she went straight to the hostel. This hostel had the highest online rating and was quite expensive, so she figured it would be fine.

But when she opened the door and saw shoes scattered all over the floor, she fell silent.

There were probably seventy or eighty pairs of shoes on the ground; everyone seemed to have quite a lot of shoes.

A peculiar smell still lingered in the air...

【Please change into slippers when you come in. There's alcohol-based hand sanitizer in the shoe cabinet. Please don't wear your outdoor shoes inside.】

But these shoes have clearly been worn by someone else. What if she gets athlete's foot?

Song Xianyin's brows were tightly furrowed.

Just then, a girl came in through the door, grabbed a pair of slippers, and went straight into the room.

Song Xianyin eventually compromised.

Song Xianyin bought a bed in a four-person room, but one of the girls in the four-person room refused to leave, so she had to go to a six-person room.

Song Xianyin finally felt the reality of drifting in a big city; it was too miserable.

The hostel was very quiet. There were many girls, and no one was talking. The loudest sounds were the water from the shower and the cooking.

Please do not walk around the house wearing only your underwear!

The group's administrator suddenly sent a message in the group.

Just then, Song Xianyin was startled by a girl wearing only underwear as soon as she entered the six-person dorm room.

She stared at her phone without changing her expression, then said somewhat impatiently, "So many problems, and it's all women, so what?"

After packing her things, Song Xianyin ordered takeout.

She couldn't eat takeout in her room; she had to eat in the living room.

Besides her, there were two other girls sitting in the living room, each doing their own thing and not disturbing the other.

As Song Xianyin ate, she began to feel that something was wrong.

Why does it smell sour and foul? She frowned. Could it be that the takeout has gone bad?

She lay down and sniffed, and the sour smell disappeared.

Because of this smell, she felt her own taste was starting to turn sour, and she kept feeling like gagging.

No, she had to find the source of the stench!

Song Xianyin put down her chopsticks and followed the smell all the way to the shoe rack.

The strong smell hit her face, and Song Xianyin almost threw up everything she had eaten yesterday.

She asked a question!

Song Xianyin glanced at the two girls eating in the living room. They looked extremely calm and seemed completely undisturbed.

Perhaps after she stays for a few days, her sense of smell will be trained.

Because it was so quiet, Song Xianyin didn't even dare to answer her mother's phone call. The housekeeper even specifically told her that it was best not to talk in the room.

After taking a shower, Song Xianyin lay on the bed with her eyes closed. It was just right; at least everyone was quiet.

She hadn't even dozed off for a short while when she heard a sweet voice in her sleep.

"Do you think this looks good on me? How about I wear it to see you tomorrow?"

"Not as nice as the last one? You still picked this one!"

Song Xianyin sat up, looking completely bewildered. What was going on? Weren't we supposed to be forbidden from speaking?

She lifted the curtain and saw a girl in a trench coat video chatting with her boyfriend. From her angle, she could even clearly see the boy's face.

Song Xianyin fell completely silent. How could someone be making a video call in the common area of ​​the room? They could have done it from their own bed.

Just then, she poked her head out onto the bed and whispered, "Miss, can you stop video chatting? I want to sleep."

The girl who made the video call readily agreed.

The girl poked her head through the curtain and poked her lips out, saying, "Someone insulted me, so I can't video call you anymore. We haven't even been talking for very long."

The boy's tone changed slightly: "Who's making such a fuss?"

The girl snorted, "Fine, I'm going to sleep too."

Hearing this, Song Xianyin lay down with peace of mind, and she was willing to call that girl the hostel judge.

Now it's time to sleep.

"Which lipstick do you prefer me to wear? I'll wear it tomorrow."

"In the end, it's the same as not applying anything at all."

"Are you crazy?!" the girl laughed.

Song Xianyin's lips curled up; she was going to sleep after choosing her lipstick.

"Oh no, I have a job interview the day after tomorrow, what should I do?"

"What can we do? We'll just have to make noodles."

"But I'm a little nervous. I haven't had an interview in a long time, even though the interviewers I've had before all liked me."

Song Xianyin sighed. It's normal to be nervous during an interview; she has one too tomorrow.

But once you're no longer nervous, it's time to go to sleep.

A moment later, the girl's hesitant voice came again: "Do you think I should stay in City A indefinitely?"

Song Xianyin could no longer bear it. She lifted the curtain and said, "Hello, could you please turn off the lights? It's already 12:30."

There is no end.

The girl glanced at Song Xianyin, who had a cold face, and impatiently turned off the light.

The room finally fell silent.

Song Xianyin hugged the blanket and closed her eyes again. She was so tired today, she was sure she would sleep well.

She had just fallen asleep when she suddenly heard a faint sound.

"I'm going down the middle lane, don't follow me!"

"Ugh, it died again, so annoying..."

"You're so bad at this game, yet you said you'd protect me."

The veins on Song Xianyin's forehead bulged out. She lifted the curtain again and found that the sound was coming from the bed of the hostel judge.

Song Xianyin: ...

She even had the nerve to talk about others.

The hostel judge played games until 1:30, and then the world quieted down again.

Song Xianyin was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She was wearing earplugs, and her mind was starting to go blank.

Just then, a deafening snoring sound suddenly came from under her bed.

Because their beds were combined, when the other person snored, Song Xianyin could even feel her own bed vibrating.

It was a group of lively young people.