The journey of looking for dreams

Chapter 1 I want to get up, I want to make money!

It hurts!

It hurts!

My knee hurts so much!

In December, in the winter in the south, it was wet, cold and gray. There were few people on the street.

An SUV drifted rapidly, did not turn on the turn signal, did not slow down, and knocked down Bai Qingmeng, who was riding a battery car and was ready for an interview.

And the driver actually stepped on the accelerator and ran away.

His legs were pressed under the battery car, and he lay on the wet and cold road. Bai Qingmeng remembered a year and a half ago in a trance.

The car accident that night was much worse than today.

The drunk driver directly bumped into her who was crossing the road. She was hit ten meters away and hit the ground from a high altitude, so fast that she couldn't even feel the pain.

On the verge of death, she triggered the damn "Quick Wear System".

The stupid fork system says that as long as she completes the task, she can be reborn and get additional physical benefits.

Of course, Bai Qingmeng, who cherished her life like such a person, immediately agreed to it, and then she was thrown into the world of planes. Liver task, save points, and be reborn!

I don't know how long it has been delayed in the system, and I forgot what tasks she had completed. She finally saved enough points and was reborn.

nnd, the system is not only stupid, but also lacks great virtue!

Logically, she should have been reborn before the car accident. As a result, the system directly woke Bai Qingmeng up from the hospital bed and performed a medical miracle of "vegetative people slept for a year and miraculously recovered".

If you are unlucky, you will be unlucky in this "medical miracle".

In order to save her and recover, her parents sold houses, cars, and owed 2 million yuan in foreign debt in order to save her and rehabilitation training after recovery!

2 million! It is 6% per month, 7.2% per year, and the annual interest rate is 144,000. You have to earn at least 394.5 yuan as soon as you open your eyes every day! Her current monthly salary is 8,000, and her principal will be paid back for 250 months...

She can't lie down anymore. I want to get up, I want to make money!

She is going to interview for an ultra-high-paying job today, so she can't be late.

She could only support her upper body with her elbow, pull her legs out of the car, and get up with the utmost strength.

Check the whole body - the down jacket is pierced, and the calf and buttocks hurt so much.

She gritted her teeth, rode her little electric donkey again, and continued to ride along the original route against the cold wind.

Tianheng Media.

"Bai Qingmeng! Bai Qingmeng! Is Bai Qingmeng here?! "

HR, wearing a professional suit and exquisite makeup, knocked on the information sheet in his hand and shouted at the interviewers in the corridor.

More than 20 women waiting for the interview huddled on both sides of the small corridor, dressed up neatly, with their backs and necks, looked at each other and planned how to stand out from this interview.

This job is to provide general tutoring for popular artist Su Ziyu, with a monthly salary of up to 50,000 yuan, including food and accommodation. If you can successfully help Su Ziyu get into college, there will be a large amount of red envelopes.

However, the application conditions are extremely broad, with only three conditions: female, teacher, and teaching science.

Almost half of the female science teachers in China have submitted their resumes, and even Qingmeng, a young teacher who is still in the internship period, has submitted their resumes.

Just as everyone secretly liked that Bai Qingmeng could not be present and was about to lose a competitor, the tough Bai Qingmeng children, wearing a broken down jacket, cracked glasses on the right, dragging their limping and crutched legs, shook their arms and shouting in time.

"Ahm! Bai Qing dreamed of it!"

HR glanced disdain at the miserable green dream and said coldly, "Go in and go straight in, the conference room on the left. I don't know if the interview will arrive 15 minutes earlier.

Qingmeng felt wronged in her heart, exaggerated her injury, and performed to gasping. I hurt three points and played ten points. It seems to be saying, Here, look at my injured leg. I didn't mean to be late. You are unsympathetic HR.

But at the moment she pushed the door and entered, she put away the performance, straightened her hair, took a deep breath, piled up professional fake smiles, knocked on the door politely, and asked in the sweetest voice, "Can I come in?"

This is a small round table conference room. The interviewer is two people, a round-faced young lady is responsible for recording and chores; a man in his thirties, with black-framed glasses, wearing a navy blue POLO shirt, and a little gay is responsible for asking questions.

Qingmeng handed over her resume with both hands and began to recite the prepared self-introduction.

"Hello, interviewers and teachers! My name is Bai Qingmeng. I am 23 years old. I graduated from Beijing Normal University with a double degree in English and mathematics. I had an exchange internship in the United States for one year, with a college entrance examination score of 660. My teaching ability..."

Before she finished speaking, the male interviewer interrupted her, indicating that her interview failed: "You have just graduated, and we need teachers who can quickly improve our scores."

Qingmeng quickly sent her prepared answer, "I have always been engaged in tutoring, and the students I have outstanding grades, and the actual teaching age has been more than 4 years!"

The woman who made the record smiled unconcealedly and clapped a thick pile of resumes in her hand. "Little sister, there are a bunch of 10-year-old teachers here, and there are still many senior teachers."

Qingmeng still wanted to find compensation for herself and give herself extra points, but the interviewer was already waving, saying that he wanted to call the next one.

The male interviewer was even a little rude: "I don't know what's going on. The interview conditions are so broad that cats and dogs are all mixed up, and I can't be too busy."

Shit, it's just that the interview doesn't pass. It's too much to talk in front of people.

Squeak--!

The door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. A pair of long legs passed by her and sat down gracefully next to the male interviewer.

Qing Meng fixed her eyes and was stunned on the spot. Damn, this person is so beautiful.

The young man was about 18 years old. His face was white and beautiful, his eyes were as bright as stars, and there was a tear mole in the corner of his eyes, adding a little charm. He is about 186 in length, with long hands and feet, and the proportion is excellent. It should be that he has just finished exercising, and his face is still a little flushed. He only wears white T and jeans, without strange decorations, and he is a refreshing young man.

Isn't it just Su Ziyu, who made his debut in the C-position fault in "NP7 Group Night" after wearing a school uniform to participate in the draft with a lullaby sound?

The teacher who recruits him is to tutor him in the college entrance examination. Most of the artists understand the cultural class results.

"Why are you here? Aren't you practicing dancing?" The male interviewer asked Su Ziyu and threw his resume to the female interviewer, indicating that she could call someone.

Su Ziyu intercepted the resume halfway and hooked his lips and said, "I said, I want to meet this white dream in person."

"Don't you worry about my business?" The male interviewer pushed the glasses dissatisfiedly, and this Bai Qingmeng was not good enough.

Su Ziyu didn't answer. He stared at Qingmeng, who was excited to see the handsome man with his shining eyes.

"Bai Qingmeng, I want to ask you three questions. Please answer truthfully.

"First question, what is your favorite food?"

Qingmeng is stupid. Why did you ask this? Don't you ask some professional questions when recruiting teachers?

"Sweets. I like cake and milk tea, but don't be too sweet.

"Second question, what do you hate most?"

What's the problem? Recruiting teachers or cooks?

She thought for a while, and something came to her mind, something she used to like, but after wearing it, she would vomit when she saw it.

Last time her mother did that, she vomited so much that she had no appetite for a day. She was so scared that she thought she was pregnant.

"Maloup. I hate sweet potatoes. I will vomit when I see them.

Hearing this, the smile on Su Ziyu's face became bigger, and he hurriedly asked the third question.

The third question. What would you do if you and your family got lost in the market?

What's the problem! Is this person here to make her happy?!

The two interviewers next to them were also full of doubts, and they didn't know what had happened.

Qingmeng took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and tried to make fake smiles.

"I will climb to the most eye-catching place in the market and shout my family's name loudly."

Su Ziyu's smile can no longer be concealed, like the first spring light of melting winter, and the eyes of Qingmeng were undisguised.

"Like, really like, too much like..." He said to himself.

Qingmeng began to get cold from the tail vertebrae and boldly asked, "Excuse me, what does it look like?"

Su Ziyu did not hide it and stared at her directly.

"Like my sister who has been separated for many years."