The woman has no hope for this foreign boy. With such an awkward performance, no matter how handso he is, he will be eliminated. There is no shortage of handso n here, nor of awkward boys.
Rather, they do not need truly awkward boys.
Outside a hall on the fifth floor, dozens of n are already lined up waiting for their interviews. Each one has a handso appearance, comparable to a celebrity, but arriving here, none of them are without a nervous look. So have furrowed brows, so mutter under their breath, and so pretend to be relaxed but their subconscious fidgeting betrays them.
"Hey, how co we have a masked Superman here?"
Another man, seemingly a staff mber, laughs as he approaches Shen Mochen, reaching to remove his sunglasses and mask, but Shen Mochen quickly stops him.
"Interview, I'll take them off then." Shen Mochen says.
"Oh, my apologies." The man is montarily surprised, then sneers.
This guy absolutely won't pass the first round.
Of course, he isn't worried about Shen Mochen causing trouble either; no ordinary person would dare cause trouble on 122nd Street, where even the most inconspicuous shop has enormous power behind it, enough to make soone wish they were dead rather than alive.
Shen Mochen quietly stands in the queue, always with his head down, without saying a word.
The progress of the interview is faster than expected, with each interview lasting no more than a minute on average. Soon, there was no one left ahead of Shen Mochen.
"Number 6475!" Finally, Shen Mochen is called.
Under the eyes of onlookers, Shen Mochen walks into the interview hall.
"I bet he'll be kicked out in ten seconds."
"I bet five seconds, if not, I'll do a handstand and scald my crotch with a candle!"
"I bet he'll be treated as a troublemaker and be punished."
In the crowd, several candidates whisper mockery. Here, everyone is a competitor, and they enjoy watching others fail.
Shen Mochen walks into the interview room, where two female interviewers sit comfortably, with slightly impatient expressions.
"Convince in one sentence, give a reason to let you pass... Hmm?" One of them instinctively starts, but then sees Shen Mochen's strange attire and is montarily stunned.
"Are you the boss here?" Shen Mochen asks first.
"We're not, but can you now... take off your hat, sunglasses, and mask?" The other interviewer raises an eyebrow. She seems to be the main interviewer.
Shen Mochen shakes his head: "Sorry, I can only accept an interview from your boss, and I will only take these off in front of him. Can you call him over?"
"You can leave now." The assistant interviewer says coldly, with a disgusted frown.
She is used to these n's tricks. Every day, many people co for interviews, and so try clever antics to attract the interviewer's attention. She is sick of them, even disgusted by such cheap tricks, and waves them off.
She decides that if Shen Mochen dares to linger, she will imdiately call security.
But Shen Mochen does not hesitate and turns to leave.
"Wait a minute!" The main interviewer calls after him.
Shen Mochen glances back.
"Where are you going next?" The main interviewer asks with a smile.
"To the next interview." Shen Mochen answers calmly.
"What's your na?"
"I don't know."
The main interviewer pauses for a mont: "Please wait, I'll contact the manager. But you should know the consequences of causing trouble."
Shen Mochen nods: "I know."
The main interviewer smiles as she dials the manager's number, stating that there is a special candidate who needs a personal interview.
"Just kick him out, maybe he's just a pretty face who thinks he's sothing special. Ha, what we lack least here are pretty faces." The assistant interviewer says with a disgruntled tone.
"But don't you think he's too calm?" The main interviewer says with a smile, "I haven't seen such confidence in a man for a long ti."
Even if an ordinary person is confident, seeing the row of handso n leaving dejectedly would make them nervous. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel(ꜰ)ire
But Shen Mochen obviously doesn't have that tension. He walked in as if strolling through his own backyard. So after hesitating for a mont, the main interviewer decided to give him a chance.
"What if he's just a fool?" The assistant interviewer asks.
"Intuition." The main interviewer says, "I don't think he is."
The assistant interviewer says no more, as the main interviewer has indeed been through countless n and her sixth sense is very accurate. Perhaps this is truly so financially-strapped celebrity looking to quietly make so extra cash here.
"Hey, can you really not reveal your na?" The main interviewer asks with a smile.
"I don't know." Shen Mochen says.
"Alright then, since you don't want to say, I won't force you. My na is Irina Siwajaeva, when you beco successful, don't forget ."
Shen Mochen smiles and says nothing.
Before long, a woman enters: "Irina, is this the person you ntioned?"
Shen Mochen turns to look at her, a blonde beauty in her thirties, dressed in a black professional suit.
"Sorry to trouble you for making a special trip." Irina smiles graciously.
"If it's really a gem, I should be thanking you!" The woman grins.
"Are you the boss here?" Shen Mochen asks.
"No, I'm the manager of this place. You won't et the boss, but here, besides the boss, I'm in charge." The woman walks up to Shen Mochen.
Shen Mochen hesitates for a mont, seems to decide: "Then, can you offer a job?"
The manager raises an eyebrow: "First, I need to see your face, not everyone is interested in a masked Superman."
"...I can only show it to you alone." Shen Mochen says slowly.
"Alright." The manager signals the two interviewers to leave.
"Our manager may be a bit older, but she's a genuine Superpower User, don't irritate her." Irina reminds Shen Mochen with a smile as she passes by.
They leave the interview hall, gently closing the door.
The manager calmly walks over to sit in the chair, crosses her legs with a smile: "There's no one else now, can you let see who you are now?"
Shen Mochen keeps silent, first taking off his hat, then his sunglasses and mask.
"Wow!"
Even having seen so much, already inundated by various types of handso n over and over again, at this mont, the manager still can't help but exclaim.
"Wow!"
Even having seen so much, already inundated by various types of handso n over and over again, at this mont, the manager still can't help but exclaim.
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