"Um, Cui'an, why don't you find a job that includes food and accommodation?" Zhu Bixuan had a sudden idea and spoke up, "I heard there are many holiday jobs that provide these benefits, and the pay is decent too."
"But those jobs offering accommodation are in the factory," Zhou Cui'an frowned, "I don't want to work in a factory."
"In that case, there's not much else we can do." Zhu Bixuan shrugged. "I'm just a student myself, so I can't really help you."
Upon hearing Zhu Bixuan's suggestion, Zhou Cui'an's expression turned sour.
She couldn't tell if Zhu Bixuan was being deliberate. Did she look like someone who would work as a factory technician? She was also a student at Capital University, just like them. Why were the others in the dormitory acting so superior and was she the only fit for these menial jobs?
The more Zhou Cui'an thought about it, the more unfair it seemed.
She stood up and walked out.