"Is this true? Why would the headquarters need an intern?"
"Of course it's true. I heard that the design department is interested in recruiting interns from our school. Interviews will be held at the beginning of the semester. If the performance is good, the head office will directly accept you after graduation."
"Really? Then don't we all have a chance?" Another girl, Ning Meng, was very excited.
Taozi rolled her eyes. "Do you really think it's that easy to get into Tang Syndrome? With your grades, do you think you can get in? My mom went through a lot of trouble to get me a spot."
Ning Meng lowered her shoulders in frustration and said with some envy: "You are so lucky!"
Here, Chen Cheng patted Song Zhixing on the shoulder. She didn't look up, she just heard Chen Cheng say, "Xingxing, go and try it."
Song Zhixing tightened his grip on the pencil. "I've already planned to find an internship in Ling City."
Chen Cheng turned her body over and said, "Have you ever thought about why Tang's headquarters suddenly recruited interns? And why did they target our school? How could such a coincidence happen in the world?"
"This is just a collaboration between Tang's and the government to help college students and provide jobs for us. As for why Tang's only targeted our school, that was decided by lottery." Song Zhixing explained calmly, without a trace of emotion on his little face.
Chen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and looked at her suspiciously, "How do you know so much?"
Song Zhixing took a newspaper from the pile on the table and handed it to her. "Recently, the newspaper has been writing about projects that the government and enterprises have been cooperating on. I only read about it when I was in ******."
Chen Cheng took a quick look and realized that it was indeed the case. It turned out that he was really thinking too much.
She folded the newspaper and put it back. "Xingxing, your professional performance is the best in our department now. I believe you will pass the interview."
"Sorry, we only hire one interior designer!" Taozi smiled and leaned down, patting herself, "I've already been chosen, and it's me. None of you can think of taking this position. I heard that each of the Tang brothers is extremely handsome, and I can feast my eyes on them this time. If I'm lucky, maybe I can even find a rich son-in-law for my mom, don't you think?"
"Don't even think about it. He is handsome, but every one of them is already taken. You have no hope." Chen Cheng wanted to dissuade Taozi from the idea.
"Who are you kidding? My mom said that Mr. Tang from the head office still doesn't have a girlfriend."
"He's already 33. Haven't you heard that men who are still unmarried and have no girlfriend at the age of 30 are either impotent or gay?"
Taozi glanced at Chen Cheng several times, and Chen Cheng looked back at her, "What are you looking at?"
"Why do I feel that you pay special attention to the Second Master of the Tang Family? You even know how old he is. Chengzi, you slander him in front of me because you are afraid that I will become your love rival. You admire him too, right?"
"Yes, I adore you so much!"
"Forget about it. If I meet the Second Master, I will definitely take him down!" Taozi vowed, full of confidence.
Song Zhixing put down his pen, rolled up the sketch, stood up, and greeted Chen Cheng: "I'm going to print the drawings, you pack your luggage first."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the dormitory. Taozi and Ning Meng both looked at the back at the same time, "Chengzi, why does she look depressed? Is she worried about something?"
"The person I like is being coveted by others, but I can't do anything about it. I'd be bored if I didn't." Chen Cheng muttered.
She actually knows Xingxing best. In the past three years, she seemed to have a carefree life, but the truth is, only the person who drinks the water knows whether it is hot or cold. For such a long time, she has never let go, not even for a day, a moment, or a second.
The cherry blossom necklace on her neck, which she had never taken off, was the best proof. One winter ago, when she went to the bathhouse to take a bath, the chain broke and fell off once. She searched for it in the snow all night with a flashlight. Chen Cheng would never forget the way she looked the next day—she had been frozen into an ice stick, with purple lips. In the end, she had an asthma attack and pneumonia. She had a near-death experience and almost died.
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Song Zhixing went to the school's printing room. When he came out, he happened to meet a senior schoolmate with whom he had a good relationship.
"Xingxing, Orange said you were here, so I came to find you."
"Do you have a part-time job?" Song Zhixing asked while holding the blueprint. In the past few years, her senior sister introduced her to many good jobs. Her first part-time job was also introduced by her.
"Yeah. Are you not going back this summer?"
Song Zhixing smiled, nodded, and suppressed the bitterness.
She is not not going back, she is just homeless. She is an orphan now.
"Then come with me to this place in a couple of days." The senior student handed her an address. "This is a high-end cocktail party, and we are doing reception services. We have to stand for a few hours, which may be a bit tiring. Is that okay with you?"
"Of course, no problem." Song Zhixing agreed without hesitation. Standing for a few hours was no longer a hard thing for her. In the past few years, she had done all kinds of jobs, handing out flyers on the street under the scorching sun, and doing door-to-door sales with people looking down on her. She was no longer vulnerable to any poison.
"That's settled then. I'll call you then. I heard that this time we're entertaining super VIPs, and the standard is quite high, so you'll have to put on some makeup then."
"good."
In the past two days, people in the dormitory gradually left with their luggage. As usual, Song Zhixing lived alone. The whole building, which was originally bustling, suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it made people feel empty inside.
In fact, I have been living this way for the past few years and I have long been accustomed to it.
She was alone in the dormitory, lying on the table drawing the drawings that the client had asked her to draw. Her eyes unconsciously fell on the newspaper she had seen before.
There was never a photo of him in the newspapers, but she could never help but take a few more glances at any news about Tang.
Is Tang Yu doing well now
Three years have passed. Maybe there will be many, many more three years to come…
He is probably still the same now as before and doesn't want to see me again.
She thought to herself, feeling a dull pain in her heart.
She took out her resume and works from the drawer and flipped through them again and again. If she missed this opportunity, would they never have the chance to see each other again
She took a deep breath, and finally, she carefully placed her resume and works into a brown paper bag. She turned on her computer again, opened her electronic file, hesitated for a moment, and sent her resume.
She no longer expected to have a future with him, but if she had the chance to see him again, even just watching him from afar, that would be nice too.