sinovels Chapter 103: The Scene of Passerby A
Chapter 103: The Scene of Passerby A
Lin Jiayao stood up listlessly and began stuffing documents into his briefcase.
"I misjudged the situation today. I'll go back and think of another way."
Lin Yan sprang up from the chair and stretched out a big yawn.
"We should have called it a long time ago! Let's go, let's go find our wives and kids!"
As the two walked out of the interview area, Lin Yan looked in the direction where Xier and the others had been.
Syl was sitting on a bench under a big tree reading a book, while Miki was obediently dozing off on her lap.
"etc."
Lin Yan narrowed his eyes.
Why is it that only Miki, a tiny little girl, is by Syl's side?
"Where's Nia?"
Miki was woken up by the noise, rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking around blankly.
"Lady Nia... she seemed to smell something really nice, and then she ran off..."
Lin Jiayao tensed up instantly.
"What! My dear niece ran away? This is a university town! There are so many people coming and going, what if..."
He was about to suggest splitting up when Lin Yan touched his head, showing no sign of panic.
On the contrary, he probably already guessed where Nia was, and he silently turned his head, following the scent carried on the wind.
"...It should be over there."
Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.
At a corner of the pedestrian street in the university town, a food truck was emitting thick white smoke.
The golden durian flesh is being baked by the high temperature of the charcoal fire, bringing out a rich milky aroma. A layer of stringy mozzarella cheese is sprinkled on the surface, and it is being grilled until it sizzles, turns golden brown, and bubbles.
And in front of the glass partition of the trolley.
A little girl with pink hair is pressed tightly against the glass partition.
Her little face was almost pressed against the glass, her lips were squeezed together, and her breath condensed on the glass.
Those big, round eyes stared unblinkingly at the golden, fragrant roasted durians, which were emitting a milky aroma.
The saliva had already formed a glistening layer at the corners of his mouth.
Lin Yan and Xier only heard Nia muttering to herself when they got closer.
"How strange..."
Looking at the durians beside the food cart, she tilted her head and muttered to herself.
"This thing... looks a lot like a Golden Slime... but Golden Slime is supposed to make you fall asleep after you eat it..."
She took a deep sniff.
"But why...why does it smell so good...it smells both bad and good...it smells bad...but it smells so good..."
Her short legs involuntarily took half a step forward.
"No, no, biting into golden slime makes your mouth go numb with a loud rumbling sound... Doesn't slime on Earth explode?"
She swallowed hard, a clear gurgling sound coming from her throat.
"...I really want to eat it."
Lin Yan stood behind her and smiled helplessly.
"Boss."
He raised his hand and scanned the code.
"Give me thirty."
"Huh? Thirty?!"
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, then broke into a big smile.
"Alright! You wait here, buddy!"
Nia turned around abruptly, saw Lin Yan, and her eyes lit up instantly.
"dad!!!"
……
Nia carried a large bag of charcoal-grilled durians packaged in foil boxes and carefully opened one of the boxes.
The aroma of milk mixed with the smoky scent of charcoal grilling wafts over you.
She tentatively took a small bite.
The next second, those big eyes lit up instantly.
“!!!!!!”
Her short legs began to swing uncontrollably, accompanied by a series of indistinct exclamations.
"Mmm~~ So delicious! Soft, fragrant, and sweet! A million times better than golden slime!!"
Miki also came over and took a bite, and then the two little ones started vying to put it in their mouths.
that's it.
Lin Yan led Xier, while Nia and Miki each carried a box of charcoal-grilled durian as they strolled leisurely along the streets of the university town.
Lin Jiayao walked at the very back, looking utterly dejected. His elite interview plan had completely failed.
Before they knew it, they had turned several corners along the street and walked out of the Communication University's area.
Ahead came the gate of another university, much simpler than the School of Media and Communication. The gateposts were covered with plaques for XX University, and the bulletin board was covered with colorful posters.
One of the banners was particularly eye-catching:
Job Fair for Chinese Literature Department Graduates
Lin Yan glanced at it casually.
He hadn't originally planned to go in.
But just then, a heated argument broke out from a corner of the job fair square.
"Do you even know what traffic is?!"
The sound was sharp and piercing, penetrating the noisy crowd.
Lin Yan paused for a moment.
He turned around and looked in the direction from which the sound was coming from.
Under a tent, two people are standing face to face.
A middle-aged man in a sharp suit with a perfectly styled haircut is reprimanding the other person from a superior position, almost poking the tip of their nose with his finger.
The person being pointed at was a young man with extremely dark circles under his eyes.
The boy was wearing a hoodie and carrying a bulging backpack. He looked both tired and stubborn.
The man in the suit raised his voice higher and higher, completely disregarding the stares of those around him.
"Your documentary was too plain! I told you to add a close-up shot of the one-armed repairman crying! And to add some sad music! Why didn't you do it?!"
His finger almost poked the boy's forehead.
"How can you attract viewers without playing the victim? Huh? Why would the audience want to see someone quietly fixing a motorcycle? They want to see suffering, tears, and empathy! Don't you even understand that?!"
Many students passing by stopped and whispered among themselves.
The man in the suit didn't care at all and continued spitting.
"Your Bilibili account has some good parody videos, and they get a lot of views, but is that all you've got? Are you going to live off those funny edits for the rest of your life? I'm giving you a legitimate commercial opportunity, and you're not taking it?"
The boy remained silent.
"He supported his family of three with one hand, why should he be made to cry in front of the camera?"
The man in the suit was taken aback by his sudden rebuttal, but the boy didn't give him a chance to reply.
"What you're doing isn't recording, it's consumption—consuming other people's suffering to fill out your own data reports."
He took a step back, distancing himself from the man in the suit.
"I photograph human dignity."
He adjusted his backpack straps over his shoulder, turned his head, and showed no sign of backing down.
"I'd rather not work for a company like that."
Looking at the group arguing, Lin Yan's gaze was thoughtful.
Lin Jiayao, who was standing next to him, also watched the whole thing.
He had been following behind, seemingly oblivious, with no hope in sight, but now his eyes lit up, and he quickly slipped away to gather information.
Lin Jiayao quickly obtained several keywords...
A Bilibili account popped up.
The video, featuring a random passerby, has 130,000 to 140,000 followers, but among the thousands of content creators on Bilibili, he's just a nobody.
The content of this account presents an extremely polarized picture.