Chapter 3

The interview required preparing a dance performance.  

Pei Jiyin had only learned a little jazz as a child. After three days of preparation, she could barely manage something, but without a mirror, she had no idea how it actually looked.  

On the day of the interview, Pei Jiyin realized the number of applicants was unusually high. Clubs like this usually had more girls, but there was clearly a crowd of boys in line as well.  

While waiting, several people asked for her WeChat, but she didn’t give it to any of them.  

Interviews were conducted one by one, each lasting only a minute or two. Pei Jiyin was lucky—her group was being interviewed by Song Zhen.  

“Hello, senior,” Pei Jiyin said, acting extra well-behaved.  

“Mm.” Song Zhen nodded.  

“I don’t have much foundation in Chinese dance, but I’m really interested in it. I’ve learned a little jazz before.”  

“Alright, begin,” Song Zhen replied.  

Pei Jiyin: *As cold as expected.*  

Pei Jiyin played music from her phone and performed her routine. She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Song Zhen seemed like she was trying not to laugh, while the other recorder was already grinning.  

Pei Jiyin: *!!!*  

*Was it that bad?* She cursed the fact that there was no mirror in the room.  

“Okay, stop,” Song Zhen waved her hand.  

“Even if my dancing isn’t great, I can do other tasks,” Pei Jiyin said, listing her other skills.  

“Actually, it was fine,” Song Zhen remarked.  

Pei Jiyin: *I’d believe you if your expression wasn’t so pained.*  

She glanced at the camera nearby.  

*This must be what it feels like to be socially dead. Why did they even have to record it?*  

By the time she left the classroom, Pei Jiyin felt like her soul had already withered away.  

**[Pei Jiyin: It’s all your fault.]**  

**[Cheng Yu: ???]**  

**[Cheng Yu: What happened?]**  

**[Pei Jiyin: So embarrassing.]**  

**[Cheng Yu: Didn’t you say you weren’t going?]**  

**[Pei Jiyin: Don’t ask. I’m already dead.]**  

**[Cheng Yu: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.]**  

Pei Jiyin took a deep breath. Through that string of laughter, she could practically see the other person rolling on the floor.  

*Truly, joy and sorrow are not shared. Some people’s happiness is built on others’ suffering.*  

Life was hard.  

Pei Jiyin went to the cafeteria and ate a huge bowl of noodles to calm herself before heading back. Then, without warning, she started a livestream. Even without prior notice, a crowd quickly gathered.  

**[Did the sun rise from the west today? You’re actually being proactive?]**  

“My soul has already dissipated,” Pei Jiyin said, logging into her Smurf Account. “Because I’m in a bad mood today, I’ll just play on my alt. Otherwise, I might accidentally unleash my *brilliant* eloquence in front of everyone.”  

**[What happened?]**  

**[???]**  

“Nothing much, just socially dead, that’s all.” Pei Jiyin sighed deeply. “*So* embarrassing.”  

Some tried to comfort her, but soon the chat was flooded with “HAHAHAHA.”  

“Oh, this little sister is online.” Pei Jiyin casually sent an invite.  

The other person joined quickly but didn’t turn on their mic.  

**[Mengmeng Little Cutie: ??]**  

**[Mengmeng Little Cutie: I don’t want to play matchmaking.]**  

Pei Jiyin faked a sob in a high-pitched voice.  

**[Mengmeng Little Cutie: ?????]**  

“I’m so sad today, little sister. Won’t you keep me company?”  

**[Mengmeng Little Cutie: Fine…]**  

Pei Jiyin started the game.  

“Why aren’t you on mic, little sister?”

[Mengmeng Little Cutie: Let me find my headphones.]

Soon, there was a bit of noise in the headphones, and then the person on the other end coughed twice: “Why are you unhappy?”

Still using a pinched voice, I can only say that this girl is really serious about maintaining her persona.

“Nothing, I just embarrassed myself today.” Pei Jiyin sighed.

“Ah… pat your head, it’s okay, no one will remember.”

Although it was a pinched voice, her sweet tone was still incredibly soothing. This girl is quite good; it doesn’t sound awkward at all.

“You’re so nice.”

“I’m this nice, so can my sister not play Yuan Ge today?”

[Lol, I’m dying of laughter, this little sister is scared, right?]

[So humble, my goodness, I’m starting to like this little sister.]

[Streamer, let her go.]

…

“So how about Yao? Little sister, you can still play Yao, I’ll carry you.” Pei Jiyin’s voice was gentle.

“Ah… are you sure you can play?” Song Zhen asked cautiously.

“I just need to practice a bit more before I can rank.” Pei Jiyin said.

“Then you go ahead and play, it’s just a match anyway.”

“If we win this game, let’s go rank.”

Song Zhen: …

“Ah…” Song Zhen hesitated.

“Is my little sister dissatisfied with me?”

Song Zhen didn’t want to speak.

Once in the game, Pei Jiyin immediately sent three “follow me” messages.

Song Zhen: …

But thankfully, although she was still quite inexperienced, at least the opponent’s record wasn’t 1-12-0 anymore; it was 4-6-3, which was much better.

And they won.

God knows how much Song Zhen hoped they could lose. When entering the ranked team, her tears almost fell.

Fortunately, Pei Jiyin couldn’t secure the jungle position because she was in the fourth slot, and of course, Song Zhen ignored the help request sent by that person.

“Hey, little sister, why didn’t you help me secure it?” Pei Jiyin pretended to be sad.

[Why didn’t you help? Don’t you know your own situation?]

[Look, the girl is scared; why are you so mean?]

…

Song Zhen knew that Pei Jiyin probably didn’t want to play support, so she chose Zhang Fei. She was a very pragmatic person; as long as they could win, she could play any hero.

Pei Jiyin got the mid-lane and chose Shangguan Wan’er.

Seeing Shangguan Wan’er, Song Zhen’s heart skipped a beat: “Can you fly?”

“Isn’t this standard operation? Once we hit level four, we can go on a rampage.”

Song Zhen: …

Although she really wanted to say, “I don’t believe you,” she held back out of politeness.

Once in the game, Song Zhen helped Pei Jiyin as usual, and the opponent was a Xiao Qiao.

Song Zhen’s heart raced; she felt that Pei Jiyin might get taken out by Xiao Qiao’s fan. After Pei Jiyin reached level four, Song Zhen watched as the opponent tower-dived and killed the enemy before she felt safe to leave.

“Little cutie, do you really need to be this scared?” Pei Jiyin ran out from the tower, “I’m still quite strong.”

“Mm-hmm, you’re super strong.” Song Zhen said, her voice becoming even sweeter.

Song Zhen thought they were safe, but they still lost. She looked at Pei Jiyin’s record and felt embarrassed to say anything, after all, she had 9-2-3, while her own marksman had 1-14-3, and she wanted to cry.

“I’m just so unlucky…” Song Zhen sighed.

After losing five games in a row, Song Zhen was already ready to give up.

“Is the feng shui not right today…” Song Zhen said.

She felt that there was nothing wrong with herself or Pei Jiyin, but they always ended up with some bizarre teammates.