The class advisor's sharp gaze swept over the room not once, but twice, before finally settling on the one student who had buried her head the deepest into her desk. His voice boomed across the silent lecture hall, "Tang Xue, why don't you answer the question I just posed? If you were to time-travel thirty years into the future, what profession do you think you'd pursue, and why?"
Tang Xue stood up slowly, feeling as though she had just drawn the unluckiest card in the deck. Right now, her entire existence revolved around eating, sleeping, and showing up for class — who had the time to think about what she'd be doing thirty years from now, let alone under some ridiculous premise like time-traveling?
But there was no choice — she couldn't simply refuse to answer. She fumbled for an idea and finally stammered out, "I... I think I'd like to be a broadcaster. Broadcasters have stable jobs, good salaries... and, uh, it's a respectable career?"
