Song Weiyi shook her head, her response just now hadn't been particularly brilliant, and the manager only gave her a faint look. Although he didn't explicitly say she was rejected, the "wait for our notification" still made Song Weiyi somewhat anxious.
"He said they would notify me in due course." Since she had high hopes for this position, Song Weiyi's mood was somewhat affected.
Zhao Mengmeng naturally felt Song Weiyi's downcast spirits and poked her arm, speaking loudly, "The results aren't even out yet, and you're already feeling sorry for yourself. It's just a job, isn't it?"
Jobs were everywhere, and there was no worry about not finding one.
But what made Song Weiyi unhappy was her reflection on herself. In her three years of university, it seemed that she didn't have any clear advantage over others. There were many things she didn't understand, and it was because she hadn't taken her studies seriously that she felt so anxious now.
