Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

She currently has a total of 200 yuan in her WeChat account. She took a taxi here and spent 30 yuan, so she has 170 yuan left.

A hot pot meal... costs at least a hundred yuan?

Bai Ma looked up; the waiter stood by, his smile unchanged.

"Um... let me take a look first, then I'll order."

"Okay, take your time looking at it."

The waiter turned and left.

Bai Ma pretended to look through the menu, tapping her fingers lightly on the edge of the table.

One minute.

Two minutes.

The phone suddenly rang; it was the alarm that Baima had set herself.

She quickly picked up her phone and held it to her ear.

"Hello? Huh? Now? Okay, okay, I'll be right there!"

She stood up, answered the phone, and walked out, giving the waiter an apologetic smile as she passed by.

"Sorry, something came up."

The waiter smiled and nodded: "It's alright, welcome back next time."

Baima walked quickly out of the hot pot restaurant, and only after turning the corner did she let out a long sigh of relief.

That was close...

There was no air conditioning in the rice noodle shop; an old oscillating fan hung on the wall, blowing air.

Pema sat in the corner, with an empty bowl of beef rice noodles in front of her.

Originally priced at twelve yuan, it's eight yuan on Meituan group buying, which is much cheaper than a hot pot meal.

Baima took out her phone again to check the time—11:40.

There are still two hours and twenty minutes until the 2 PM interview.

Where to go?

It's too hot outside, and there's no time to go back.

Baima had no choice but to continue sitting in the rice noodle shop, picking up the kettle and pouring herself a cup of water.

The water was lukewarm; it didn't quench my thirst, but it was better than nothing.

She sipped her tea slowly, her gaze fixed on the view outside the window.

In early August, Changsha was as hot as a steamer. It was midday, and the asphalt roads were softened by the heat. The tall buildings in the distance were twisted and deformed in the heat wave.

Baima poured herself another glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

Let it slowly simmer...

At 12:40, Baima finally left the rice noodle shop under the awkward gaze of the owner.

A wave of heat hit her face, and she instinctively squinted.

I took a taxi to the next interview location, and my phone showed it would cost 25 yuan.

After hesitating for a long time, Baima opened the bus navigation.

It involves one transfer, an 800-meter walk, a 40-minute journey, and costs four yuan.

She gritted her teeth and walked towards the bus stop.

On an August afternoon, the bus stop was scorching hot under the sun.

Baima stood in the shadow of the billboard, tiptoeing and peering into the intersection.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

I took out my phone again to check—it was already one o'clock.

The 301 bus she was waiting for hadn't arrived yet.

Baima waited another ten minutes before a 301 bus finally appeared at the intersection, swaying precariously.

She quickly waved, the car door opened, and a strong smell hit her.

There were no empty seats on the bus, so Baima had to stand by the back door, gripping the handrail tightly with one hand and protecting her bag with the other.

The last time Baima took the bus was ten years ago.

In her hazy memory, buses in the snowy county town were often frequented by pickpockets, so it was necessary to keep a close eye on one's belongings.

The bus kept stopping and starting, with people getting on and off at each stop.

Baima was jostled and nearly lost her balance several times.

Finally, we arrived at our destination.

Baima squeezed off the bus, her back already soaked with sweat.

She took out her phone and glanced at it—it was 2:05.

I'm five minutes late, I hope the other person won't mind...

Bai Ma hurried to the interview location, a mobile phone store located in a shopping mall.

As I pushed open the door, a young male shop assistant greeted me.

"Hello, welcome..."

"I'm here for an interview."

The male shop assistant looked Baima up and down and asked the same question.

"How old are you?"

"eighteen……"

"Summer job?"

"Correct."

"Sorry, we don't hire summer workers."

Baima opened her mouth as if to say a few more words, but the male shop assistant had already turned around to attend to other customers.

It's happening again...

They rushed over, drenched in sweat, but didn't even have a chance to say another word!

3 PM, Starbucks.

Two failed job interviews left Baima feeling utterly dejected. She sat in a corner with a 27-yuan Frappuccino in front of her.

More than the budget, she needs to be clear-headed right now.

Four interviews, two late, two rejections.

A taxi costs 30 yuan, a bus costs 4 yuan, rice noodles cost 8 yuan, a Starbucks Frappuccino costs 27 yuan, and renting a power bank costs 3 yuan.

A total of seventy-two was spent.

There are 128 yuan left in the bag.

Bai Ma took a sip of her Frappuccino, the icy liquid flowing down her throat, slightly dispelling the restlessness in her heart.

She took out her phone and continued browsing job postings.

As I was scrolling through the pages, a newly posted job ad popped up.

Mermaid Esports Club is hiring an Internet Cafe Administrator.

-No educational requirements

Requirements: Familiarity with various popular games (LOL, Wow, CSGO, etc.), excellent communication skills, and patience.

- Age: 18-28 years old, female preferred

- Salary: Payable on the same day, up to 600/day

-Work Location: Yuelu District, Changsha

-Contact number: 138xxxxxxx

Bai Ma's eyes lit up.

network management?

I don't think my brother said anything about not being allowed to be a network administrator, right?

She's good at all kinds of games—that's a perfect fit for her.

Good at communication—well… with some effort, I should be able to manage.

She immediately opened the chat window and sent a message to the other party.

[Bai Ma]: Hello, are you still hiring? I can come over today.

The other party replied very quickly.

[Mermaid Esports]: Yes, if the interview is today, is 4 PM okay?

[Bai Ma]: Sure!

[Mermaid Esports]: How old are you?

【Pema】: Eighteen, just turned 18.

[Mermaid Esports]: Summer Job?

[Bai Ma]: Yes, but I can work until early September and I promise I won't leave early.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.