Early the next morning, Qianxing came to where Zhuang Yibo lived again.

She rang the doorbell, and Zhuang Yibo opened the door a few seconds later.

"You're up so early?" Qianxing walked in, glanced at the computer on the coffee table, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you reading so early in the morning?"

"Looking for a job." Zhuang Yibo replied, "How about you support me?"

After hearing this, Qianxing walked to her computer and took a look. Sure enough, he saw that she was checking the recruitment information. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Then he looked up at her and said, "You know exactly what I'm like now. What happened in the past few years?"

We all have to work harder, and after ten years or so, life will be better."

"Ten years?" Zhuang Yibo slowly exhaled and said, "Then I have to find a good job and wait."

After Qianxing heard this, he smiled and grabbed her neck, and studied the recruitment information with her.

In fact, with Zhuang Yibo's professional level, these recruitments are not considered good positions. In Qianxing's words, she can go to the Huo family to teach Yueyue piano as before. If she is willing to accept two more students, this way

It's easy and high income.

However, Zhuang Yibo did not take her suggestion and instead found another art training school.

This school is also very different from the training center she used to attend. In the training center, she also taught one-on-one, but in this school, she has to tutor seven or eight children at the same time.

In Qianxing's view, such a job is not suitable for Zhuang Yibo in any aspect, and is even incompatible with her. Perhaps in her eyes, Zhuang Yibo should also be a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, even if she is

Teaching to play the piano should be fairy-like, dignified and elegant, rather than having to deal with a group of children of different ages in such a noisy environment.

But Zhuang Yibo chose such a job, spending a lot of time commuting every day between school and residence, and spending all his energy teaching the children who attended group classes, which made him exhausted.

Qianxing didn't understand it at first, but later, after seeing her falling asleep after returning home for several days in a row, she roughly understood something.

She didn't say or ask any more questions, she was just worried that Zhuang Yibo would damage her body if she continued like this.

Zhuang Yibo just said: "This is the initial stage, so I am not used to it. I will get better as I get used to it later. You don't have to worry."

It was impossible to say that he was not worried, but when the school started, Qianxing still had to return to Huai City School.

The only thing that made her feel at ease was that Zhuang Yibo shared what happened at school with her every day. It seemed that she was returning to normal little by little.

This is the best.

…

Zhuang Yibo's work is indeed going smoothly. Although it is very hard and tiring, and the people and things she has to face and deal with are much more complicated and difficult than before, but inexplicably, she likes her current life very much.

Therefore, she goes to and from work seriously every day, teaches the children in the class seriously, shares her life with Qianxing seriously, and learns various skills of living alone.

The world is big, yet it seems so small; there are so many people in the world, but very few are related to her.

In this way, everything is just right.

Only occasionally in the dead of night, she would suddenly wake up from her deep sleep. After opening her eyes and looking around blankly, she would fall asleep again amidst the sound of her own messy breathing.

But that night, after opening his eyes, Zhuang Yibo never fell asleep again.

Vaguely, she always heard movement outside the bedroom.

Did a thief come in?

She was thinking this, but she didn't care much. She didn't even think about getting up to take a look. She just hoped that the thief could finish searching outside and leave early, so that she could fall asleep again early.

She lay on the bed, silently counting the time and waiting. However, not long after, she suddenly heard a "ding" sound coming from outside.

That's the sound of the microwave oven finishing its work.

Would a thief break into the home and use her microwave?

Zhuang Yibo finally sat up slowly.

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she had already gotten out of bed, put on her slippers, walked to the door, and opened the door.

The lights were turned on in the living room and the TV was turned on. A comedy she had been watching recently was playing. On the coffee table was the lunch box she was going to take to school tomorrow, which was giving off steam, and the sofa where she often sat was

There was a person sitting inside, eating from her lunch box and watching TV.
Chapter completed!