Xiaosan's Youth is Absolutely Correct

"If you work so hard for a month, you will have at least two jobs and an income of at least 30 yen, right?"

Compared with the average working class, it is obviously very high, but the hard work is also unimaginable for those stable office workers.

In Dongying's social environment that emphasizes seniority, even if you don't have any credit, as long as you have worked in the company for a certain number of years, someone will give you a salary increase. The longer the time, the higher the salary.

In terms of part-time jobs alone, the instability is too high. Maybe one day you will not be needed and you will be asked to change jobs.

After preparing my own dinner, I only fried cabbage and meat, and it was my own dinner.

After returning to his room, Xiaosan sat in front of the computer, gradually guided out the thoughts that he thought of when he was in the Italian restaurant yesterday, and then returned to that dull and depressed mood.

Looking at his computer, he gradually started typing.

"It should be impossible to participate in the selection in the first half of the year. If it is published in September, it may be able to participate in the selection in December."

Sitting in front of the computer, Xiao San, who had written about [-] words, felt an indescribable pain in his arms, so he stopped drafting helplessly, sat there, and meditated carefully.

His goal is to win awards, so publishing as soon as possible, and then accumulating popularity, may also be used as a certain boost when awarding awards.

"What should the name of the work be called?"

Originally, he wanted to use the name of a certain work he had read in the past, "Rashomon" as the name of this book, but when he thought that his work had nothing to do with the legendary "Rashomon", he thought After a while, I decided to change it.

After thinking about it carefully, he felt that the name of another work by that writer was more suitable.

"Hell Transformation? I can learn from some of the content. Now I only wrote an opening. If the character of the protagonist is substituted into the protagonist of "Hell Transformation" and the painting is changed to writing, there is some reference value."

The protagonist referred to his own Xiaosan, sat there silent for a moment, recalled the content of the work called "Hell Change", his eyes seemed a little dazed and blurred.

"Using indulging in creation as a reason for cheating? Well, it's not cheating, it's just pure greed, but you can add some other cores to it. After all, it mainly writes about modern times, and there is no such kind of grand duke."

There is no Grand Duke, or everyone is a Grand Duke.

With some power, it is the boss who overrides other employees, or when people ask for themselves, it is those who feel that they have become important and noble.

Xiaosan felt something surging in his heart, and the soreness in his shoulders became insignificant. He sat in front of the computer and started working again.

Until I feel dizzy and feel deeply tired...

The night is already deep.

"One o'clock in the morning?! Has it been that long?"

Xiaosan, who was immersed in his work, was in a trance, completely oblivious to the passage of time, glanced at the clock, thinking that he had to go to school tomorrow, couldn't help chuckling.

After saving the document and closing the computer, he lay back on his bed and covered himself with a quilt.

"Continue tomorrow."

I closed my eyes, but the content I wrote was swaying in my mind, the people I met, the things I experienced, the scenes seemed to be reflected in front of my eyes, making it difficult to fall asleep.

Splitting headache.

Closing his eyes tightly, Xiaosan lying on the bed showed a struggling expression, biting his lips tightly, forcing himself to fall asleep.

......

When I woke up in the morning, I still felt some unspeakable discomfort in my whole head.

"It's like sticking a layer of paste. Just moving your brain makes you feel sick. Is it because you are using your brain too much?"

Frowning, he stood up, and Xiaosan, who got up from the bed, held his forehead, and couldn't help but think about what food is more nourishing in his mind.

As the saying goes, eat what you eat and make up for it, but like pig brains, Xiaosan really can't accept it.

"Walnuts and soy products are okay?"

Shaking his head, Xiaosan barely felt disgusted, stood up, walked to the bathroom with a slightly shaky figure, and couldn't help it...

"vomit!!"

When Yan Ye saw Xiaosan, the other party was quite different from usual, his pale and tired expression made the girl worried.

"Qiuyue-jun, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I just forced myself a little bit, I feel a little uncomfortable, just take a rest."

"Why don't you ask for leave?"

Xiao San, who just asked for leave the day before yesterday, asked for leave today, still felt a little inappropriate in his heart, shook his head slightly, and rejected the other party's kindness.

Looking at Xiao San with a pale expression, the author's Yan Ye hesitated, and asked Xiao San.

"Why don't you sit on me?"

The idea that a soft body might make Xiaosan a little more comfortable appeared in her mind for some reason, and then blurted out.

As for Xiaosan, he looked at the girl sitting on the seat in a daze, feeling as if he heard something wrong just now.

'She means, is she going to give up the position to me? '

Some bold speeches made Xiaosan completely difficult to understand and believe, his brain actively chose an explanation that he could accept.

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Well, it's five o'clock now.

1 words, I'm about to faint... (really