Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

In fact, I noticed in the lobby just now that there are surprisingly many female employees in this company, and they are all as energetic as horseflies.I really don't want to think about whether there is a reason why I am attracted to Lu Siyan.

"Are you also here for an interview to enter personnel?" The elite man came over with hesitation and puzzlement on his face, and then he pushed up his glasses that were almost on his forehead, and I frowned uncomfortably." Are there other departments recruiting people today?"

When I finished saying this, the man grinned strangely, looking a lot more relaxed, and then he nestled back to the original place, still muttering something nervous in his mouth.Looking at him like this, he is not going to talk to anyone.

I could actually guess what he was thinking, it was just that the pressure was reduced. One was that he regarded me as a competitor, and then saw that I was not serious at all in casual clothes, so he rejected me first for the examiner.The other way is that he treats me as a hidden assessment, so come here to find out.I also feel convinced from the bottom of my heart for this person's complicated brain circuit. What can I test him for? Do I still need to be helped by someone to cross the road?

Soon it was my turn. After I went in, I went straight to the only seat at the front desk and sat down.

There were four interviewers, three women and one man. The examiner in the middle was wearing a small white suit, and her dyed brown chestnut hair was draped sideways on her shoulders.She raised her eyes and looked me up and down for a long time. If there is any substance in that exquisite gaze, I actually don't like this feeling very much. It's not the so-called cowardice or nervousness of being spied on by others. I just feel offended.

You know that people have their own magnetic field, and I don't really want others to set foot in my territory, so when she looked at me wholeheartedly, the magnetic field emitted by the probing brain waves made me very unhappy.When I couldn't help but want to do something to make myself not care, or do something directly to make them stop their own exploration, the examiner spoke.

"Don't you know that you have to wear a formal suit for the interview?" It didn't match her stern face, her voice was that sticky, delicate baby voice, as if it had expired, covered with green hairs. The fuzzy moldy Nango pear-like, soft, sweet and intoxicating.

There is also a lingering factor that makes people want to vomit.

"Formal attire is formal attire. I am neither nondescript nor deviant." I lifted my chin and looked at that person.The so-called need to wear formal attire for the interview is not an explicit rule, but just an attitude of the candidates. In all fairness, I came here for the interview on impulse, not that if I lose this opportunity, I will be doomed, and even food and clothing will not be solved.Because it was a whim, it was not very solemn.

Believe me, I can wear him anywhere now, including dance parties.All formal and informal are just a regulation, but you can’t deny that sometimes people’s feelings are greater than the regulation, just like some ethnic groups paint their faces in a mess, but people think it is a kind of totem, The dead saint is a representative of the gods.You can see that their status is so high that they are about to break out of the sky, but in the eyes of others, they are just playing tricks.

But you have to learn to understand others, right? Even if you disagree, you can't appreciate it, but you have to bury your opinion in your heart.Of course, I may have overlooked that I am now in someone else's territory. From a certain perspective, I am still hoping that someone can give me a job.