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Chapter 1674: Chapter 580: Regrets of Time, Helplessness of Reality_4

In the living room, apart from an old sofa and a coffee table, there was a small office area cramped in the corner, with a computer and several books occupying the desk.

The only advantage is the low rent.

A ten-minute walk from Fangcun Subway Station, a monthly rent of one thousand three hundred, already a rare haven in this first-tier city.

”Meow—” A chubby Orange cat expertly crawled out from under the sofa, affectionately rubbing against her pant leg with its body.

”I’ll make you a feast right away.” Zhang Yan put down her things and fondly rubbed its head.

The walls in the kitchen were not clean, and the range hood was quite old. You could tell she had tried hard to clean it, but the thick old grease was obviously difficult to handle.

The spatula and iron pot collided with a crisp sound, the fresh smell of kale and the bean fragrance of tofu mingling in the cooking smoke.

In no time, a plate of stir-fried kale with tofu and a freshly steamed bun were placed on the table.

Then, she carefully shredded the boiled chicken breast into thin strips, placing it into the cat’s bowl.

”Orange, dinner is ready.”

The orange cat immediately leaped off the sofa, its four little short legs pounding an urgent rhythm on the floor, diving headfirst into the bowl, eating with its head down.

Watching it eat with relish, Zhang Yan couldn’t help but let out a silly smile, her heart filled with satisfaction.

After finishing breakfast and tidying up the kitchen, Zhang Yan sat at the desk and turned on the computer.

It booted up slowly and ran sluggishly, compensation from the previous company that went bankrupt and owed her three months’ salary.

Orange lightly jumped onto the desk, curled up into a ball, quietly accompanying her.

Just back from a business trip, there were several drafts that needed careful organization.

Over half an hour passed.

”Ding-ding-ding—” The sudden ringtone of a WeChat video call rang out.

[Zhang Lu]

Zhang Yan quickly answered, ”Lulu.”

”Yanyan! I just woke up and saw an interview invitation on Boss Zhipin! You’ll never guess which company it is!” The voice on the other end was raised with excitement.

”Which company is so amazing?”

”Star Cloud International Group!”

Zhang Yan gasped: ”Are you serious?!”

”Absolutely! Although it’s just the Yang City branch, it’s still an interview opportunity! I’m going to go pray for good luck, maybe I’ll get into a big company!” Lulu’s voice was filled with irresistible anticipation.

Their company, Shu Cheng Technology, had ”technology” in its name, but was involved in traditional business of book publishing and marketing.

And the so-called marketing was largely acting as a secondary agent for Star Cloud International, earning some hard-earned money downstream.

Every soft article they wrote, and every plan they made, ultimately had to be distributed through Star Cloud International’s channels.

In their field, Star Cloud International Group was at the top of the pyramid, an unattainable major corporation.

After chatting with Lulu for a while, ending the call, Zhang Yan stared blankly at the screen for a moment.

She sat up straight again, moving the mouse.

On the computer screen appeared first some job information for Yang City.

Then came rental information for Yan City.

Zhang Yan looked at them carefully, occasionally pausing to think about something.

She was already used to quitting and job hunting.

It’s just that now with a cat named Orange, there was an unexplainable heavy concern in her heart.

She felt like she’d become a ”parent,” having to think about ”the child” before anything else.

Actually... upon further contemplation, it was quite good now.

At least she could support herself and also raise a cat.

It was better than when she first graduated, with student loans to pay back, only being able to live in a half-basement in Tiantong Garden, damp and dark.

Compared to back then, this room that could get sunlight was like heaven.

She lay on the desk, her fingertips unconsciously pinching Orange’s warm ears, flashing before her eyes were the brief yet profound half a year in the Imperial City.

Internship, regularization, working day and night at that educational training institution.

And, every morning at ten past eight, in the sixth carriage of the subway line five, that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

Those daily ten-plus-minute ”encounters” were the only bit of light she added to her mundane life.

However, he ultimately did not remember her.

Her thoughts drifted far, Zhang Yan’s gaze finally landing on the 32 volumes of ”Dragon Ball” on the bookshelf.

She took a deep breath.

From the drawer, she took out a piece of letter paper printed with ”Yan City Agricultural University” and pulled out the carbon pen she was accustomed to using.

The pen hovered, then descended.

Stroke by stroke, she solemnly wrote: ”Hello, classmate—”

Just these four words seemed to exhaust all her energy.

She stopped writing, deeply burying her face in her arm, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Regrets of time, realities of helplessness.

The nearby Orange let out a low meow, carefully pressing its furry head against her arm.