The man in the photo is wearing a simple white shirt, yet he looks noble and elegant.

Shrouded in the elegant warm orange light like mist, his skin was as white as snow. Even in profile, the outline of his face was as handsome and impeccable as if it was carefully carved.

This man is indeed very handsome.

Song Nanwu blinked, her face expressionless: "I don't know him."

Lin Xiaoran: “…”

"You don't know him? No way!" Lin Xiaoran looked at Song Nanwu in surprise. "I clearly took a very clear picture, and as a professional, I made him look very handsome."

"Oh." Song Nanwu responded lightly. It had nothing to do with her.

"You really don't know him? He's the famous, incredibly popular national film star—Si Jin!"

As if he thought it was too rare that there were still people who didn't know Si Jin these days, Lin Xiaoran looked at Song Nanwu with a bit of disbelief in his eyes.

"Oh, Si Jin!" Song Nanwu looked at Lin Xiaoran, seemingly in a trance.

Hearing this, Lin Xiaoran's eyes relaxed a bit, and he said that it was impossible for there to be young people who didn't know Si Jin these days.

"Now I know." Song Nanwu added calmly.

Lin Xiaoran: “…”

Damn, this woman is poisonous! Can you please stop punctuating when you speak?

He had wanted to tell her in advance about the photo of Si Jin hugging a woman intimately late at night, but seeing Song Nanwu's calm and completely uninterested look, Lin Xiaoran felt as if his passion had been poured down like a bucket of cold water.

"Ah." He sighed softly, put his phone back in his pocket, and said to Song Nanwu, "If everything is fine, I'll leave first."

"Wait." Song Nanwu stopped him, "Excuse me, where is the career center here?"

I wonder if I can ever go back to the 27th century? She can't just sit around eating and waiting to die in the 21st century. She needs to find a decent job and earn money to support herself.

Lin Xiaoran frowned slightly as he looked at Song Nanwu. "Career Center? What the hell?"

In the 27th century, all job applications were processed at a job center.

Song Nanwu looked at Lin Xiaoran's confused expression, and immediately understood a little. She said, "I want to find a job."

Lin Xiaoran raised his eyebrows slightly, "You want to find a job? What kind of job?"

"It will be all right."

"Either is fine." Lin Xiaoran muttered, "Then can you use a SLR camera?"

Song Nanwu remembered that in the 21st century, people used cameras to take photos and preserve them. After a brief pause, she nodded, "Yes."

Although cameras weren't used in the 27th century and she had never tinkered with one, it wasn't that hard to just take a picture.

Besides, can’t she learn even if she doesn’t know how?

"Why don't you come to my place? My studio is short of staff." Lin Xiaoran said, "As for the salary, it's only 3,000 for now. Of course, if you do a good job in the future, your salary will definitely not be this much."

"Okay." Song Nanwu agreed readily and neatly. As long as she could have a job when she first arrived, she would be happy. She was not a picky person.

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock, please report to the address on this business card."

Lin Xiaoran handed a business card to Song Nanwu and strode away.

Song Nanwu looked at his departing back, then looked at the business card in her hand and put it in her pocket.

"Nannan, where are we going now?" Shucai asked while squatting on Song Nanwu's shoulder.

"Let's find a place with internet access to learn about the current situation in the 21st century."

Although the 21st century is recorded in history books, they are just fragments of information and are far less real than the actual situation.

Fortunately, the 21st century is also the Internet age, so it is not difficult to obtain information. I just wonder if the Internet here is different from that in the 27th century?

After asking people along the way, Song Nanwu finally found an Internet cafe in the central Times Square, but was stopped at the front desk because she did not have an ID card. Fortunately, she finally met a kind young man who helped her turn on the computer, and she sat in front of it smoothly.

The desktop computer in front of her was equipped with a celadon-glazed keyboard. Unlike the 27th century computers that were operated only on a virtual image interface, Song Nanwu had only seen this design in books.

She was a little confused for a moment, and looked around at the people around her. Then she suddenly realized that she had some understanding and tried to figure it out.

Vegetables sat on Song Nanwu's legs, watching her pressing the keyboard and swiping the mouse with some clumsy movements, then lazily lay down with half-closed eyes.

There was not much difference between the texts in the 27th century and those in the 21st century. Song Nanwu opened the browser and searched for information about the 21st century.

Before I knew it, the night was getting deeper and deeper. The only sounds in the entire Internet cafe were the sounds of typing keyboards, occasionally accompanied by one or two shouts or curses.

After reading the last line of small words, Song Nanwu looked away from the screen, her eyes feeling a little sore.

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, she heard an excited curse next to her ear, "Fuck, this idiot teammate, his home is almost gone and he's still wandering around in the jungle. Are you raising pigs in the jungle?"

Song Nanwu glanced sideways and saw the young man who helped her turn on the computer.

As if he was extremely angry, the boy threw away the mouse in his hand with an angry look on his face.

Song Nanwu glanced at the screen and saw a failure icon.

"Miss, are you done?"

As if he noticed Song Nanwu's gaze, Rong Jue restrained his expression, looked at her and said.

"Yeah." Song Nanwu looked at him and responded softly, then asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Let's play games, League, do you play, little sister? Add me as a friend, I'll beat you up."

Song Nanwu paused.

game? !

Games in the 27th century all involved scanning data and entering the game interface directly. It turns out that this is how games are played in the 21st century.

Song Nanwu shook her head, "No."

"So, young lady, do you want to play now? I can take you."

The young man in front of him looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome and youthful face.

Perhaps his smile was too sincere and enthusiastic, so Song Nanwu did not refuse.

Just play games to relax.

The League icon was on the desktop. Under Rong Jue's guidance, Song Nanwu registered an account and entered the game interface. Only then did she know that this was a 5V5 competitive battle game that was popular all over the world.

Such competitive fighting games existed in the 27th century, but this was Song Nanwu's first time operating one on her hands, and she found it quite novel.

This game lasted all night until dawn.

After playing the last game, Song Nanwu looked at the time on the screen. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. Thinking that she had to report to work today, she took out the business card from her pocket and handed it to Rong Jue next to her.

"Do you know this place?"

Rong Jue took the business card and looked at it. "Beiguang Building, I know it! It's not far from here."

"Could you please take me there?" Song Nanwu asked.

Rong Jue looked at her and smiled, agreeing very readily, "How could I refuse a request from my young lady? I am willing to serve you."