Several months later.
Tianxing City.
"I'm off to work."
Sun Yuan put on a cheap suit, held a piece of bread in his mouth, and dashed out of the dorm, ready to catch the subway.
He's now an intern at a cultural-creative company, waking up earlier than a rooster, sleeping later than a dog, doing more work than an ox, and enduring the scheming of a foolish boss and a bunch of colleagues.
All of this is for the excellent evaluation at the end of his internship, and a formal contract, to become a glorious corporate drone and food enthusiast.
In reality, with his academic performance and professional knowledge, he wouldn't need to be a clerk at such a small company.
He could completely apply for a job related to his major, where the benefits would be much better.
But Sun Yuan had been frightened.
He even rejected all work related to history and archaeology, just wanting to be an ordinary person.
