Laboratory
The interview was proceeding tensely but orderly. Jiang Shiyi estimated the time; it was almost his turn. He took out his phone to switch it to silent mode, only to see a message from Jiang Chengsi.
[Bro, good luck with the interview.]
Followed by a mischievous emoji.
He slowly curled up the corners of his mouth. Just then, the interview room's door opened, and an interviewee came out. The assistant said, "Number 6, please go in. Number 7, get ready."
Lin Luyou had just pulled out Jiang Shiyi's file when the other interviewers jokingly teased her.
"Xiaolin, your senior is here." In school, addressing someone as senior or junior was normal, but in society, such titles seemed to carry a special connotation.
"Don't be nervous; we're here with you."
Lin Luyou nodded, and just as she was about to say thank you, one of them added:
"If anything happens... we'll be here cheering you on from the sidelines."
