Chapter 1 Click to view details You have interacted with @Mingjinghudu...

"The results of the third test are out. Have you seen them?"

"I've seen it. The hospital shouldn't be so greedy. If they want a graduate degree, they should clearly state it in the recruitment requirements. Why are they asking for a bachelor's degree or more? It's a waste of my time! But Wang Qinqin is pretty amazing. She actually got the only position with a salary. I'm so glad she got in even though she ranked first on the written test! How come she always gets so lucky?"

"Heh—you'd be lucky if your mom were the head of the nursing department!"

"Her mother is the director of the nursing department? Is that true? She's from our First Affiliated Hospital?"

"You just found out? Otherwise, do you think she could win a national award with her grades?"

"I was wondering why she got so many bonus points. She looks so happy, but it's too tragic. She didn't get the national award, and she didn't pass the recruitment exam. If I were her, I'd be furious!"

In the nurses' station of Jingnan Municipal Hospital, two interns gathered together and complained quietly. Gao Xing was standing in the treatment room behind them, calmly checking the medicines in his hand, as if he was not surprised by the result.

The good jobs mentioned online are like HIV, which has only three ways of transmission: mother-to-child transmission, blood transmission, and sexual transmission.

If you think about it carefully, although it is biased, it does make sense.

After finishing the last class of my internship, it was already dark when I came out of the hospital. The weather was very hot and there were no stars in the sky.

Midsummer nights are noisy, with loud street vendors, delivery trucks honking, and food delivery drivers whizzing by on modified electric bikes...

It was four stops from the hospital to the school. On the bus, Gao Xing received dozens of messages on her rental app. All the agents were urging her to act quickly because housing was tight during graduation season. Another reminder was sent to the class group: everyone must vacate the dorm within two weeks and not interfere with the dorm manager's cleaning.

Jingnan, a city that is completely different from my hometown Xijiang, costs more than 600 yuan per month for a single room in the suburbs, not including water and electricity bills.

Thinking of this, I happily opened the author background in the mobile phone software.

Gao Xing is a senior in college, a nursing major at Jingnan Medical College. She writes novels in her spare time to earn a living, and one of her books was almost published. However, this month, she's been busy preparing for various job exams, so she's barely updated her work, earning a meager 100 yuan.

Looking at the meager balance in his account, Gao Xing sighed, put his phone back in his pocket, and got out of the car.

It was almost eight o'clock, and the school cafeteria was about to close. In the empty hall, only a window selling steamed buns and baozi (stuffed buns) was still lit. An aproned woman behind the window saw her and waved at her: "You're here? They just urged me to close my stall, but luckily they didn't!"

The aunt emptied the remaining buns from the steamer, put them in a plastic bag and gave it to her: "These are freshly steamed this afternoon, not stale. Come on, take them!"

Gao Xing pulled out his student card from his pocket and smiled, "Thank you, Auntie. How much is it in total?"

When the aunt heard she wanted to pay, she waved her hands and said, "No, no! The school cafeteria doesn't allow overnight food to be sold. If you don't take it, we will throw it away anyway!"

Gao Xing knew the aunt was looking out for her. During her freshman year, she often had no money for food and had to wait until the cafeteria was cleared to buy steamed buns at night. She would then eat these buns for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for several days. Over time, the aunt at the window got to know her and would often sell her buns and give them away.

"Auntie, I will graduate next month, and I haven't spent all the money in my meal card yet. Besides, I have an internship salary now, which is enough for me to spend!" She smiled happily, with the corners of her lips turned up, revealing curved smiling eyes, and put the meal card on the payment machine.

Hearing her say this, the aunt finally compromised and roughly calculated: "Three buns and two steamed buns, just give me three yuan!"

Gaoxing didn't insist and took it by swiping the card.

When I returned to the dorm with dinner, my other two roommates had already gone to bed, leaving Wang Qinqin downstairs, wearing a face mask and chatting on the phone with her boyfriend. Gao Xing put the plastic bag on the table and turned to get clothes to take a shower.

Seeing Gao Xing coming back, Wang Qinqin's originally smiling eyebrows immediately frowned, and she curled her lips and said in a pointed way, "I don't know what's going on, but the dormitory always smells like leftovers, like a mouse brought them back. It stinks!"

Gao Xing pretended not to hear her sarcasm. As graduation was approaching, she didn't want to cause trouble, so she took a towel and washbasin and went out.

The bathroom on their floor was at the end of the corridor outside the dormitory. When Gao Xing came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she found that her bag of steamed buns had been thrown into the trash can next to the sink.

Looking at the food thrown in there like garbage, Gao Xing knew who did it without thinking. With a stern face, she walked over to Wang Qinqin and said, "Three steamed buns and two dumplings, three yuan, compensate me."

Wang Qinqin had already taken off the mask on her face and was using a beauty instrument to massage her face. Hearing this, she pretended not to understand and said, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

This was not the first time Wang Qinqin had used such a trick. At first, Gao Xing would confront her, but not only did no one help her, but the other two roommates also complained that she was noisy in the dormitory.

Gao Xing didn't want to get into conflict with others, but that didn't mean she was a pushover. Seeing that Wang Qinqin refused to admit it, she simply raised her hand to snatch the beauty device from her hand, opened the dormitory door, and walked towards the trash can in the corridor.

"What are you doing? Are you sick? Ah——"

Wang Qinqin chased out and screamed when she saw her beauty device being thrown into the trash can. She wanted to reach out to pick it up, but was disgusted by the various household garbage inside and pulled back.

The noise of the argument quickly attracted the attention of the other dormitories. Wang Qinqin, as if she had found support, shouted, "Happy! I know you're mentally disturbed because you didn't get the national award, the job, or the exam, but that's no excuse for bullying! This beauty device cost me 5,500 yuan. Either you compensate me or I'll go find the counselor!"

Wang Qinqin tried to scare Gao Xing by bringing up her good friend Gao Xing, hoping she would be intimidated. However, Gao Xing just looked at her expressionlessly and pointed at the newly installed surveillance camera in the hallway, "If you love acting so much, why don't you become an actor?"

Wang Qinqin's face turned pale in an instant, and the arrogance she had just shown suddenly died down. She bit her lips and couldn't speak for a long time.

He glanced at her with a happy look, walked to the trash can, picked out the dirty beauty device, pulled Wang Qinqin's hand and put it back into her palm, his eyes burning: "Three steamed buns and two dumplings, three yuan, remember to compensate me."

Her voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable firmness, and her cold and indifferent expression was reflected in Wang Qinqin's panicked eyes.

Outside the dormitory building, the moon rose. Gao Xing let out a long breath, trying to drive away the boredom in his heart.

Without dinner, she went to the next door store to buy a loaf of bread. When she was paying, a notification popped up on her phone:

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She didn't care and just crossed it out.

Just as he was about to leave, his cell phone rang suddenly again. Gao Xing paused, looked at the address on the caller ID, was silent for a few seconds, and finally picked up the phone.

As soon as the call was connected, the other end of the line bombarded me with rude accusations: "It's the end of the month, why hasn't the money arrived yet?! Have you become so independent that you don't even care about family matters anymore? Don't forget, if I hadn't lent you money, would you have been able to enjoy a comfortable life in school? Your brother needs money for cram school, and your money-losing sister refuses to work at the factory. And yet, all of them are relying on me. Do you think I'm the one running the treasury?"

Gao Xing moved the phone further away and manually blocked out the crazy talk of the drunkard whom he called "father" by blood. After he finished yelling, he impatiently put the phone back to his ear.

"I've already paid off all the tuition fees for these years. I don't owe you anything."

Sensing she was about to hang up, the voice on the other end rose a few notches: "Don't you owe me? You were born by me, you owe me for the rest of your life! You'd better give me a definite answer as to when you'll transfer the money. Don't think you're great just because you went to college. If you piss me off, I'll buy a ticket and go to your school to make trouble!"

Hearing the threats that had been repeated for ten years, Gao Xing clenched his fists. After a long while, he finally opened the mobile banking app and transferred all the small balance in it.

"That's all, love or not!"

She stopped listening to his nonsense and hung up the phone. If the other party called again, she would block him directly.

She knew in her heart that this was the last time. As long as she graduated and left school and was out of their control, no one would be able to find her, threaten her, or hurt her anymore.

After transferring the money from the mobile banking account, the account that was originally intended to be used for renting a house was empty. Gao Xing looked up at the dark night sky, feeling an indescribable loneliness.

On the campus's tree-lined avenue, several students returning late were discussing their plans for after graduation. Some said they would return to their hometowns to work, while others said they would settle down in southern Beijing.

Gao Xing suddenly didn't know where to go. Although the world was big, there was not a single light among the thousands of lights that belonged to her, and there was no place for her to stay.

On the way back to the dormitory, after much hesitation, Gao Xing finally found the editor of the novel he had almost published on WeChat.

The chat record was from more than a year ago. The editor told her that her novel involved some scale issues and the publishing industry had been under strict inspection recently, so the publishing plan was temporarily shelved. The deposit would not be paid until later, so she was asked to wait patiently.

It was originally an unexpected windfall, and Gao Xing was not too anxious at first, thinking that he would get it sooner or later. But now more than a year has passed, and all the news seems to have fallen into the sea, and there is no news anymore.

Gao Xing lowered his head and typed in the chat interface: "Hello editor, I'm the author Kai Kaixin. May I know how the progress of "Feng Yue" is going? Thank you!"

She hadn't been in touch with the editor for over a year. After sending the message, she expected a slow response, but unexpectedly, the editor replied within a minute: "I've resigned. Find a new editor for publishing."

Gao Xing hurriedly typed: "Okay, what is the new editor's contact information?"

As soon as the green dialog box was sent out, a striking red cross appeared in front of her - the other party deleted her.

Joyful hands hung in the air.

Since she has already resigned, it seems nothing wrong to delete her.

She lowered her eyes and silently put the phone back in her pocket.

She knew long ago that there is no such thing as a free lunch, at least not for those who really need it.

What she didn't know was that at the same time, as the only resort built in a 5A-level scenic area in the southern part of Beijing, a lucky person had just been born on the official Weibo account of Mingjing Lake Resort, a subsidiary of Shangcheng Group. He or she will be given the right to live in Villa No. 1 in the resort for one year.

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