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

The man started calling roll, handing out forms one by one.

Baima stood on tiptoe, barely able to reach the man's line of sight.

"what is it call?"

"Bai Ma Yang Jin".

The man glanced down at the form, then looked up at her.

"How big?"

"eighteen."

Do you have your ID card?

Baima quickly took out her ID card from her bag and handed it over.

The man took it, glanced at it, handed it back to her, and took out a form from his hand and handed it to her.

"Fill it out."

Baima took the form and lay down on the car to start filling it out.

Name, age, ID number, contact number...

After filling out the form, the man took it back and waved to Baima.

"boarding."

Baima followed Ding Heng and squeezed onto the bus.

The car drove slowly and swayed for nearly forty minutes before stopping in front of an electronics factory.

The factory area is very large, with several gray and white factory buildings arranged neatly, and the lights illuminate the entire factory area as bright as day.

Baima followed the crowd and entered a factory building.

A pungent plastic smell hits you, mixed with the smell of engine oil and sweat.

She coughed from the choking and covered her nose again.

The man in charge led them to an assembly line and pointed to a bench next to it.

"Wait a minute, we'll start at eight."

Baima glanced at her phone—7:20, still forty minutes to go.

She and Ding Heng sat down on a bench, next to a woman in her forties who was eating a steamed bun with her head down.

The woman glanced up at Baima, then lowered her head again and continued eating.

Bai Ma withdrew her gaze, leaned on Ding Heng's shoulder, and closed her eyes to rest.

At exactly eight o'clock, a man in overalls walked over, holding a megaphone.

"Get up, everyone! Let's get to work!"

The crowd began to stand up in hushed tones, and Pema followed the flow of people.

"Newcomers, all of you, step forward!"

Baima and Ding Heng were pushed to the front.

The man's gaze swept across their faces, his tone forceful.

“I don’t care what you did before, once you’re here, you have to listen to me. Do what I tell you to do, and if you can’t do it, get out. Do you understand?”

No one spoke.

"Did you understand?"

"I understand..."

Sparse and disorganized responses.

"Speak louder!"

"I understand!"

Baima shouted along.

The men began assigning jobs.

"You, go over there and pack it up."

"You, go and put on the labels."

"You, go sort the circuit boards."

Baima was assigned to inspect circuit boards.

Her job was simple: pick up a circuit board, look at the color of the label, throw the red ones into the red plastic basket next to it, and put the green ones into the green plastic basket.

piece.

Two pieces.

Three pieces.

……

At first, she found it quite novel and looked at it carefully.

Ten yuan.

Twenty yuan.

Thirty yuan.

……

Her eyes started to sting.

Fifty dollars.

Sixty yuan.

Seventy dollars.

……

Her neck began to stiffen, and her back began to ache.

One hundred dollars.

One hundred and fifty yuan.

Two hundred yuan.

……

Baima's movements became slower and slower, and her vision became increasingly blurry.

She looked up at the clock on the wall—10:40.

Only two hours have passed.

She took a deep breath and continued working with her head down.

At exactly twelve o'clock, the loudspeaker sounded.

"Eat! Eat! Everyone stop what you're doing!"

Baima put down the circuit board in her hand and rubbed her sore eyes.

Ding Heng walked over, carrying two boxed lunches.

"Let's go eat over there."

The two returned to the bench and sat down. Baima took the boxed lunch and opened it.

Rice, stir-fried cabbage, a piece of braised pork, and a fried egg.

Baima picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of cabbage, and put it in her mouth; it was greasy.

She picked up the braised pork again, took a bite, and found it too fatty, making her feel nauseous.

Baima put down her chopsticks, having no appetite whatsoever.

Ding Heng, however, seemed to be enjoying his meal. He jokingly asked, "Can't you eat anymore?"

"Um……"

"You have to eat, whether you can or not. There are still seven hours left tonight. Do you want to starve to death?"

"I'll eat it!"

Baima gritted her teeth, picked up her chopsticks again, ate a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of cabbage, and forced herself to swallow.

One mouthful.

Two mouthfuls.

……

She chewed mechanically, finding it tasteless.

Ding Heng watched this with a slight amazement; this girl was more capable of enduring hardship than he had anticipated.

After being tortured by the repetitive assembly line work, he figured Baima wouldn't be able to make it through the meal... but to his surprise, she actually managed to swallow it.

After finishing their meal, with no extra time to rest, the two continued working.

Baima sat back down at her workstation and picked up a circuit board.

Two hundred yuan.

Two hundred and fifty yuan.

Three hundred yuan.

……

Her eyesight was getting worse, and she almost made a mistake several times.

At three in the morning, her eyelids began to droop.

Sleepy.