Graduates from general majors have always struggled to find employment, and after graduation, most of Zhang Weiqi's classmates left the island of Egret.
As a local of Egret Island, he stayed here.
Although the pay wasn't great, working 996, Zhang Weiqi was actually quite satisfied.
At least he could rest one day a week, which was nice.
In the short video app, one thigh after another appeared and then vanished, and within Zhang Weiqi, there wasn't much of a ripple.
On that face, drained by overnight shifts and exhaustion—a paleness set in—it was numbness after being crushed by the world.
'Hm? Cheng Daqi is livestreaming? Is he okay?'
He had a deep impression of this old classmate of his.
Back then, when Cheng Daqi wanted to borrow money, Zhang Weiqi sent him two hundred, but Cheng Daqi refused and instead told him to bet on IG winning the championship.
Zhang Weiqi felt this experience was a bit like a plot from a novel.
