Director Zhao glanced at the resume, then looked up at the elegant and beautiful girl standing not far away, his eyes widening in disbelief. Suddenly, with a "plop," he fell off the chair... People waiting outside kept an ear on the noise inside, wondering what had happened when they heard a clattering noise. As the wait dragged on, Lau Nana’s face grew uglier by the minute. Ten minutes later, the door opened from the inside, and the girl walked out. Everyone saw with their own eyes the usually haughty assistant director eagerly seeing the girl out, with a sycophantic expression that couldn’t be hidden. The crowd fell silent, their gazes toward the girl filled with curiosity and probing. In truth, Director Zhao had wanted to see her out himself, but after being reminded by the assistant and considering the impact, he forcefully held back. The girl walked past without a sideways glance, her posture exuding an indescribable elegance and nobility that set her apart from the crowd, as if she lived in a different world, involuntarily inducing a sense of inferiority in others. As she passed by Lau Nana, the girl paused but didn’t look at her. Her natural nobility had a haughty restraint about it, as if this person wasn’t even worth a glance. Standing next to each other, Lau Nana suddenly looked like a country bumpkin by comparison. She realized this herself and glared at Yun Ya with jealous eyes. Her lips curled slightly, and her crisp voice carried a hint of an almost imperceptible chill, "A lady does not raise her voice in public. It shows a lack of self-confidence. Future colleague, I look forward to your performance." With that, she left with a swish, leaving Lau Nana with a face as green as iron. The assistant coughed dryly and spoke to break the awkward silence, "I’m sorry, everyone, today’s interview is over. Please come back tomorrow." Lau Nana was the first to scream. After being humiliated and having nowhere to vent her anger, she was incensed to hear that the long wait was for naught, immediately demanding, "Why? We’ve waited for so long. If the director says no interviews, then no interviews? Isn’t this just toying with us?" The assistant gave her a cold glance, recognizing her because someone from above had tipped him off. "Madam, please mind your language. This is a public place where loud talking is not allowed." Lau Nana’s face reddened as she remembered the girl’s mockery, suspecting the assistant was doing it on purpose. Walking under the sunlight, Yun Ya slightly squinted her eyes. Thinking back to the conversation with Director Zhao, she sighed softly. The domestic and international environments were different. At her age, starting a career in the country seemed somewhat challenging. But none of these were problems. The name Nyx alone was a brand, and her technical expertise could perfectly dispel all doubtful gazes. Director Zhao had intended to take her to meet the Dean, but it turned out the Dean had gone to a meeting in a neighboring province not long ago and would return at the latest the day after tomorrow. He had taken Yun Ya’s phone number and said he would contact her after the Dean’s return. Only after she had met with the Dean would the specific work arrangements be decided. After leaving the hospital, Yun Ya didn’t head straight home but walked along Gu’an Avenue, observing the shops and signs along the way, not knowing how long she had been walking until the sun was directly overhead, and the scorching rays burned the ground. Yun Ya’s stomach growled, and she turned into a beef noodle restaurant, ordering a bowl of beef noodles. While waiting for the noodles, groups of students poured in, wearing high school uniforms and talking and laughing about topics young girls are interested in, such as how handsome a certain star was, which brand of mascara they were using, and the latest updates on the novel they were following – conversations without any substance. Content originally comes from novel⟡fire.net Yun Ya noticed the chest badges on their uniforms bore the name Jiangzhou No.1 High School along with classroom names. With her excellent eyesight, she quickly concluded. All these girls were from the same class, the third year, class two. It seemed that Jiangzhou No.1 High School was near this noodle restaurant. But she remembered that Yan Song was likely in this school, currently in his senior year. The noodle restaurant was rectangular in shape with two rows of seats, left and right. Yun Ya sat at the far end on the left, and the group of girls chose the second row on the right, able to see only one side of Yun Ya’s face. At that moment, a waiter brought a bowl of beef noodles to the table in front of Yun Ya. "Here are your beef noodles." Yun Ya looked up and smiled gently, "Thank you." The young male waiter’s face immediately turned red, he quickly withdrew his hand, but his eyes couldn’t help stealing another glance at the girl’s face.