"Name?"
"..."
"Name?"
"..."
"Hey! Kid, did you not hear me talking?"
The exquisitely dressed supervisor behind the desk frowned and examined the Little Brag who had come for the interview. "Name?!"
Finally coming to his senses amid sudden dizziness, Huai Shi broke out in a cold sweat. He couldn't help but adjust his tie, gasping for breath. He inadvertently pulled a little too hard. The tie he bought from a street stall started to unravel.
What the hell?
He looked around in astonishment, somewhat taken aback. Soon, the strange feeling that had emerged in his heart quickly dissipated, replaced by waves of panic.
It's all over; I've screwed it up. The job I finally got through Old Yang...
"What's the matter with you?" the supervisor rapped on the desk irritably. "Did you space out all the way here? Kid, could you at least take the job seriously?"
"Sorry, sorry," Huai Shi eked out an embarrassed smile. "I'm just... I'm just feeling a bit unwell."
