Pretty young anchorwoman: Big brother, come into my bowl!

Three o'clock in the morning.

Xu Qingyi sent the revised proposal, which had been edited thirteen times, to her boss's email address, her fair face showing signs of exhaustion. To secure this project and get a promotion and a raise, she had been working non-stop for a week.

Ding dong.

The phone screen lit up; it was the boss's voice message.

"Ahem, Xiao Xu, I've taken a look at this plan, and it's pretty good, but there are a few flaws that need to be corrected. Look at this, blah blah blah..."

Qingyi wouldn't listen to a word that followed.

She worked like a beast of burden, earning a salary of 3,500 while doing the work of 15,000. She worked overtime without pay and was constantly bullied by her heartless boss. The boss made grand promises, but she couldn't get a single bite of them.

"All you do is nitpick all day long, I'm done! Baldy Li, you'd better find someone else!"

With her slender fingers, she abruptly ended the call, turned off her phone, and then turned and threw herself onto her small bed, burying her face in the blankets and sobbing.

Thinking about her experiences at work recently, Qingyi felt increasingly aggrieved. No matter what she did, she felt she wasn't doing enough and even wanted to take advantage of younger employees. Otherwise, the older employees would make things difficult for her. The older employees ostracized her and always talked behind her back. Qingyi couldn't help but burst into tears.

After an unknown amount of time, Qingyi finally cried herself to sleep and fell into a deep sleep on the bed. Her tear tracks dried on her face, and she looked like an abandoned puppy, her brow furrowed and unable to sleep peacefully even in her dreams.

……

The next morning, when Qingyi woke up, sunlight streamed through the window onto her face, and she felt much better. She stretched, picked up her phone from beside her pillow, and turned it on. The phone rang for a while before stopping.

When she opened her phone, she saw dozens of messages from her former boss. She didn't bother listening to the first few, as they were all voice messages, and she knew they weren't nice. Only the last few were text messages.

[You're so young and all you do is aim too high. I wonder how you'll survive after you quit your job!]

【There's no place for someone as important as you here, so get out of here!】

Hmph, you think you can just quit your job and become your slave?

Qingyi pouted, ignored him, and called her best friend.

"Hey~ Mengmeng~ I quit my job!"

An excited voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Oh my, my darling, you're finally free from this misery! Let's celebrate by having dinner together tonight!"

"Hehe~ Okay, I'll go to the company today to complete my resignation procedures, and then I'll dress up nicely to see you~"

"Mwah, my fairy is beautiful even without dressing up. Do you want me to take a day off and go with you? What if that old bastard comes looking for trouble?"

Qingyi smiled warmly and said, "No need, I'm not a delicate little girl, I have plenty of strength and methods." As she spoke, she pinched her fair and tender little arm.

She Mengmeng on the other end of the phone was amused. "Yes, yes, you're not a little girl, you're a female demon, the kind that eats Tang Sanzang's flesh." She wasn't wrong. When they were in school, Qingyi was the school beauty. To put it another way, there were so many people who pursued her that they lined up all the way to France, but unfortunately, none of them could win her over.

As Qingyi listened, she got out of bed to wash up. There was still a battle to fight later, so she had to be alert.

"Mengmeng, hurry up and go to work, or you'll be late." Qingyi glanced at the time; it was already 8:15, fifteen minutes before She Mengmeng's work start time.

"Oops!" A series of rapid-fire sounds came from the other end of the phone. "If you can't figure it out, call me. I'm off to work!"

"Hmm..." Before she could finish speaking, She Mengmeng hurriedly hung up the phone.

Sigh, what a scatterbrain.

Qingyi sighed and quickly washed up. She picked up her only skincare product—a bottle of Frog Prince—squeezed it into her palm, rubbed it together, and quickly applied it to her face. Then she slung her backpack over her shoulder and headed out.

After walking for a few minutes, Qingyi arrived at the subway station and boarded the subway to her company. It was rush hour, and the subway was packed with commuters.

I should have gone later; otherwise, I would have been crammed into a sardine can.

Squeezed into a corner, Qingyi hugged her small backpack to her chest, looking dejected, just like a small mushroom that had been squeezed dry.

Ugh?

Suddenly, a small area opened up in front of her, and a tall shadow enveloped Qingyi's small frame. She looked up.

1.88 meters tall, male, eight-pack abs...etc.!

"I must have caught it from Mengmeng, sob sob," Qingyi shook off the strange thoughts in her head.

The boy in front of her leaned against the wall behind Xu Qingyi with one hand. His thin shirt clung to his arm, revealing his bulging muscles. Qingyi leaned against the wall, leaving a small gap above and in front of her, creating space for her.

The boy's phoenix eyes seemed to be casually looking to the side, while his peripheral vision was fixed on the little mushroom's head.

It seems to get cuter the more I look at it.

"Um... thank you~" She looked up and smiled sweetly at him. There are so many kind people, she thought.

Thump, thump.

The boy pulled his hand out of his pocket, clenched it into a fist, and coughed tactically to his mouth. "Cough, it's nothing. I was just worried you'd get squeezed because you're so small." He lowered his eyes, a blush appearing on his handsome face.

She's so small... but she's at least 1.62 meters tall! Damn it! °(?????)°·!

Qingyi inwardly roared with rage, hands on her hips, but outwardly wore a radiant smile. "You're such a kind person! Oh, right, I've arrived at my stop. Thank you (*≧u≦)"

Run, duck!

Before the boy could reply, she crouched down, slipped under his arm, and quickly darted out of the subway door.

"Wait a minute..." By the time the boy realized what was happening, the subway doors were already slowly closing. He lowered his slightly raised hand, looking a little disappointed.

On the other side, Qingyi had already exited the subway gate. She patted her chest as if she had escaped to heaven.

……

"Snapped."

The resignation letter was slammed on the desk. The older man crossed his arms over his beer belly and said with a sidelong glance, "You didn't have a full attendance record last month, so I'll deduct five days' pay and your full attendance bonus."

Qingyi gave a forced smile and asked, "Mr. Li, you really have a bad memory. You went on several field missions last month. Did you forget the ones you instructed us to do?"

"Oh? You need to have evidence for your words and actions, young lady." Li Qin flicked her fingernails dismissively, as if to say, "What can you do to me even if I mess with you?"

"Because the company doesn't allow field work calls, I specifically saved our call log. Mr. Li, would you like to listen to it?"

Damn it, luckily she always leaves herself a way out, otherwise she would have really been tricked by that heartless Zhou Bapi.

"So young, yet so cunning."

She's a bit clever, but so what?

Li Qin's face fell. "You have an easier path but you don't take it. You're just asking for trouble. Do you know how hard it is to find a job these days? You haven't experienced the harsh realities of society yet."

"No way, we're already going through this."

Qingyi smiled insincerely and pushed the resignation letter back to him. "You bald bastard, you're not good-looking but you think you're so great."

"Hmph." Li Qin sneered and signed his resignation letter.

Qingyi ignored his dark face and went straight to her workstation to put her personal belongings that she had brought during the workday into a box. Her colleague next to her asked curiously, "Xiao Xu, why did you quit your job? It's so hard to find a job these days."

"Sister Zhang, you don't need to worry about that. I don't want people to make up ten or eight stories about me one day."

Qingyi picked up the box and walked out, while Sister Zhang behind her whispered meaningfully to her colleague next to her.

"If you ask me, it's definitely because Mr. Li's wife has discovered something and wants to kick him out..."

He winked at his colleagues next to him as he spoke.

Qingyi, who hadn't gone far, heard this and turned back, slamming the box down on Zhang Fengxia's desk. She looked around the office and said, "Spreading rumors is a legal offense. If I hear any more nonsense, I'll be waiting for a court summons."

Her cold gaze made Zhang Fengxia feel uncomfortable, so she shrank back to her workstation and didn't dare to say another word.

Qingyi picked up the box and strode outside, the sunlight shining on her face and body.

……

night.

Fishing from the bottom of the lake.

She Mengmeng was swishing her favorite sliced ​​beef around in the hot pot, saying, "If you ask me, you should have fired that bald guy a long time ago. When the unspoken rules didn't work, you resorted to suppression and exclusion. It was disgusting."

"Actually, he was right about one thing: jobs are hard to find these days. Now that things have gotten so messy, he'll definitely try to make things difficult for me when I look for a job... Besides, I have nothing."

The misty fog obscured Qingyi's eyes, and only her soft voice could be heard.

How bad is the current job market? PhD students are competing with undergraduates for jobs, and undergraduates are competing with junior college graduates for jobs. Most college graduates are now just cheap labor.

Qingyi was just an ordinary undergraduate with an average major. Her family's financial situation was also average, so she didn't have the confidence to leave whenever she wanted. If she hadn't really been unable to bear it any longer, she wouldn't have even had the courage to resign.

"My God! What are you saying!" She Mengmeng exclaimed, "Do you know how beautiful you are? You're Nuwa's graduation project, darling!"

Qingyi chuckled: "It's not as exaggerated as you say, and beauty can't put food on the table."

She Mengmeng rolled her eyes at her, pulled out a small mirror and shoved it in front of her, "Look at your face. I think you don't have a clear understanding of yourself. Do you know how many people stare at you in awe when you walk into this store?"

Not only boys, but also many girls were secretly watching.

Qingyi looked at herself in the mirror.

The face in the mirror was exquisite and captivating, with fair skin like mutton-fat jade, long and thick eyebrows, and large, bright doe eyes with delicate hooks at the corners, captivating the heart. Long eyelashes fluttered gently like butterfly wings.

Her nose was straight and well-defined, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, like peach blossoms in spring, radiating a natural and healthy blush. Her chin was round and delicate, and her lips were slightly upturned, soft and pink like a newly opened rose.

"And who says beauty can't put food on the table?" She Mengmeng gave her a look that said, "You're wrong," and pulled out a photo to show her. "Take a look at this high school classmate of mine. She does live streaming on Whaley. Do you know how much she earns a month?"

She mysteriously extended her hand.

"Five thousand?"

"What five thousand? At least five big ones! And she doesn't even have that many fans, she's only in the middle to lower ranks, yet she can earn that much."

Qingyi was stunned. She Mengmeng had told her about this classmate before. He went to work after graduating from high school and now earns more than 10,000 yuan a month.

She Mengmeng sighed and said, "Who would have thought she would be doing so well now? Besides, she's not even as pretty as you in real life."

She excitedly shared the idea she had painstakingly come up with during a day of slacking off.

"A successful live stream is better than a hard-working job, and we can try it out and see if it works. I've already thought it through. When you become famous, I'll become your assistant. Whoever wants to be a corporate slave can be one."

It's not as simple as she makes it out to be. Qingyi was amused by her wild imagination.

However, it's not a bad thing to try more.

Qingyi smiled and picked up a piece of fatty beef with her chopsticks, putting it into She Mengmeng's bowl. "Eat up. I'm going to study how to do live streaming these next few days. You'll have to give me some advice."

"Mmm," She Mengmeng mumbled, puffing out her cheeks. "With your pretty face, your mommy opens the door for you—you're so incredibly pretty, isn't it a piece of cake?"