Seeing Hera's lack of manners, the interviewer felt a slight displeasure.

However, he quickly disappeared because he really wanted Hera to join the company; after all, who wouldn't want a sweet and lovely colleague?

He looked down as he sipped his tea and glanced at Hera's resume.

After reading the first page, he frowned.

On the second page, his brow furrowed even more.

By the end, his brows were furrowed into a deep frown.

He placed the teacup aside with a slight tremor, cleared his throat, and looked at Hera with a strange expression.

"Miss, I have a few questions for you about your resume."

"Yes, go ahead and ask."

"Hiss, this is it... Fluent in six languages ​​at the age of eight, is that... really true?"

The interviewer emphasized the words "six types," as if trying to remind Hera.

Hera blinked. "Really."

The interviewer was speechless. "Miss, let's put aside the fact that you learned it when you were eight years old, but you need to know that there are only five countries in the world. Where did you get six languages ​​from?"

"Tell me, what country does the sixth language belong to, and who speaks it?"

"Of course."

What is it?

"It is the language of the ocean."

"..." The interviewer had been somewhat expectant after hearing Hera's first sentence, but fell silent upon hearing the second sentence.

He rubbed his forehead, choosing to skip the question.

"Okay, I'll assume you really know how."

He flipped the paper open with a whoosh, revealing the second page of the resume.

"But your claim of being 'omnipotent' is a bit too much."

"But I really have been to the sky."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

The interviewer waved his hand dismissively, already convinced that Hera was definitely bragging.

Then, his expression turned serious, and he turned to the last page of the resume, pointing to one of the entries.

“The rest is fine, but the part about ‘having received training at the Night Star Training Camp’ that you wrote is a bit too much.”

"That's illegal, do you know that?"

"I know, but it's true."

The interviewer was so angry he laughed, and immediately picked up the fruit knife he used to peel apples and handed it to Hera.

"Come on, since you say you've trained, then demonstrate for me so I can see if you've really trained."

Hera held the gleaming fruit knife, her mind racing as she processed the meaning of his words, "demonstrate it once."

When the interviewer saw Hera standing there in a daze, he assumed that she was trying to figure out how to avoid the interview because she didn't know the answer.

He couldn't help but lean back in his seat and sneer.

To be honest, based on Hera's looks and education alone, the interviewer could have easily hired her. But Hera insisted on making things difficult by writing nonsense in her resume, so the interviewer had no choice but to leave it at that.

Why don't we talk to her and ask her to try again next time?

As the interviewer was thinking this, Hera suddenly made a move.

Hera immediately gripped the blade with her small hand, which startled the interviewer.

"Hey, I'll give you a pass! Just don't hurt yourself!"

Click!

The next second, Hera easily crushed the hard fruit knife.

The gleaming blade shattered like candy, half of the blade flying out and almost grazing the interviewer's hair before embedding itself in the wall behind him.

The broken knife was stuck in the wall, making a buzzing sound. The interviewer seemed to be frozen in place, not daring to move.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he glanced at the blade embedded in the reinforced concrete, then at Hera, who was holding other fragments but whose hands were completely unharmed.

"You, you passed..."

He picked up a red stamp with trembling hands, as if he had Parkinson's disease, and pressed it onto the resume.

A large red checkmark was then printed on it.

"You, you go out first, let the senior teach you the job, I'll fill out the forms for you."

"good."

Hera turned to prepare, but then seemed to remember something and turned back, putting the broken knife back into the fruit bowl before turning away.

The office door closed gently.

The interviewer slumped back in his chair with a sigh of relief, panting heavily, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat.

He was terrified that if he said he disagreed, the broken knife would turn into his head.

Outside the interview office, the female reporter sat there, waiting bored.

As a gentle breeze blew through the closing door, Hera emerged from the office.

The female reporter suddenly stood up. "So, did you pass?"

"Okay, I'll have you show me around and assign me some work."

"Ah, me?"

The female reporter pointed incredulously to herself.

“Hmm.” Hera nodded.

The female reporter was suddenly at a loss for words.

After hesitating and thinking for a long time, he slapped his thigh and made a decision.

"Here's the arrangement: you'll be my assistant! You'll be in charge of filming and other things! Hmm, how about that..."

In the end, she began to regret it.

Won't this make me seem unreasonable and domineering? What if I scare the newcomer?

"You can actually..."

"OK."

Before the female reporter could finish speaking, Hera nodded in agreement, which surprised her slightly.

"Have you... thought it through?"

"I've thought it through."

"But the cameras and stuff are still quite heavy, you won't be able to carry them, will you?"

As she spoke, her gaze drifted towards Hera's small, thin body.

"I am very strong."

Hera spoke emotionlessly as she raised her hands, striking a strong pose.

"...Okay, if it really doesn't work out, don't force yourself. I'll take you to my workstation."

"Oh, right!" The female reporter exclaimed as if waking from a dream, "I haven't introduced myself yet, I don't even know your name."

Hera blinked. "My name is Hera."

"My name is Qin Fengfeng. Um... I'll be your senior from now on, please take care of me!"

Her little face was flushed as she spoke to Hera, who simply nodded.

Soon, Qin Fengfeng led Hera to two desks in the office area and pointed to one of them.

"This is my workstation, and the one next to it is for my assistant, but I haven't had an assistant, so it's empty. You can tidy up and sit here."

Hera nodded and sat down. The workstation was indeed very empty; apart from the things used to hold files, there was nothing there.

However, it was very clean and hadn't accumulated any dust even though it hadn't been sat on for a long time.

She gently touched the tabletop with her small hand and found it was still wet, indicating that Qin Fengfeng had just cleaned it.

"Just tell me what you need, we have all the equipment here."

Qin Fengfeng sat back down at her workstation, her hands resting on her thighs, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

The two sat there in silence for a while before Qin Fengfeng finally spoke.

"Hey, send me your photos. We should do some news reporting."