Chapter 11 (1/2)

The school leaves school at 6:00 and studies at night from 8:00 to 10:00. However, the school will not force the students to study at night, all of which are voluntary. Before, song Yan was lazy to study at night, but now it is unnecessary. In this case, why not use these two hours? 50 yuan for an hour and 3000 yuan for a month.

It's three months before the college entrance examination. As if applying for the job, 9000 yuan is enough for the college expenses, so you don't need to be angry with your aunt.

Think of here, song Yan to this coffee shop.

”Welcome back, master.”

The waiter in maid's dress bowed to him.

”Hello, I see your advertisement for piano player outside. I'm here to apply.”

In the middle of the conversation, song Yan looked at the cafe. The whole cafe was decorated in a comfortable and high-grade way. Now there are not many guests, only a few dials. There is a small stage in the center of the cafe, on which there is a pure white piano, and soft piano music in the sound. This kind of place is very suitable for the urban white-collar workers with petty bourgeoisie.

The waitress hesitated a little and said, ”just a moment, please. I'll report to the boss.”

Within three minutes, the waitress reappeared, came to song Yan and said with a smile, ”our boss is free. Come with me.”

Song Yan followed the waitress to an open office, then pointed and whispered, ”go in.”

”Thank you.” Song Yan said a sentence to the waitress, and then he looked inside the office. The whole office space was very open, and a light fragrance came out of it

There is a white notebook computer on the desk. A very beautiful woman is sitting in front of the computer and knocking.

”Is this woman the boss? She is even more beautiful than Miss Hansha.” Song Yan had some accidents. He raised his hand to knock on the door.

Just as he reached out, the woman stopped and looked up at him. ”Come in,” she said After he entered the office, he pointed to the sofa again: ”please take a seat.”

”Thank you.”

After sitting down, song Yan said directly, ”Hello, I'm here to apply for a piano player.”

”I know. Xiaoying said that. ” While talking, the woman's eyes swept over Song Yan's body, and then a slight arc was raised between her sexy lips: ”are you still a student?”

”Yes, I'm a student at night middle school.” Song Yan nodded.

”Night school!” The woman was a little surprised: ”the best middle school in our province.”

Listening to the woman, song Yan felt as if he was trying to show off. He was embarrassed and said, ”my grades are not good.”

”You are honest.” The woman chuckled and said that with such a smile, a charming breath suddenly came out. The mature charming breath really hurt song Yan, a young man. For a while, his eyes were dull.

But soon, song Yan realized that he had made a fool of himself, and quickly took back his eyes, not daring to look more.

”Cluck!”

The woman chuckled. She didn't seem to care about song Yan's disrespect at all. She was very interested in saying, ”what's your name?”

”Song inkstone.”

”Well, classmate song Yan, can you tell me why you come here to apply?”

”Three months later, I will go to university, and I want to use this time to earn tuition fees,” said Song Yan, who has no interview experience

”What a lovely little brother. I like you a little.” The woman chuckled again: ”however, my client group here is mainly urban white-collar workers, so I have higher requirements for pianists.”

The woman's tone is very euphemism, song Yan can hear that the other side is rejecting him.