Restart the world

Chapter 1 Interview
Earth, Huaxia, Liao Province.

By July, the weather in Bincheng has gradually become hot and uneasy.

In front of the curved floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor of the Qunhao Martial Arts Club, stood a young man with a healthy complexion.The boy was about eighteen or nine years old. He had short black hair, wore plain sportswear, and had wheat-colored skin. He was not tall, but his figure was as straight as a benchmark. His facial features were well-defined and his eyes were bright. And there is God.

He was holding a piece of A4 paper in his left hand at this time, and he was muttering, "Rule [-] for the inevitable success of the interview: Be confident and believe that you are the best candidate. You must have your own unique insights; the interview must be a success rule three: When..."

"No. 6! Wanli Yang!" A clear female voice came.

"...Hey! Here!" The boy quickly responded, folded the A4 paper in his hand and stuffed it into the trash can, and trotted away in the direction of the female voice.

Passing through the hall where the sun was shining directly into the corridor, the cool air from the air conditioner made his dizzy mind a little clearer.He slowed down and strode forward with his head held high.

'Interview must be a success rule [-]: Confidence, believe that you are the best candidate! '

Even if a burly man with a height of more than 190 meters looked at him strangely and passed him, the boy didn't look sideways!

'This is number 5?The opponent is quite strong, but I am not, not afraid! '

Ahead, a young woman in business attire greeted the boy, "Wan Liyang, right?"

"Yes, sister." The boy responded politely.

"There are really young interviewers." The woman in business attire smiled and said, "Hello, little brother. Manager Jiang is waiting for you in room 202. Good luck! By the way, remember to knock on the door before entering."

"Understood, thank you sister for reminding me."

In front of room 202, the boy took a deep breath, looked at the woman in business attire not far away who was smiling encouragingly at him, and muttered softly: "75 points for appearance, 80 points for temperament, 90 points for dealing with people, big companies are different, an ordinary The quality of the assistants is so high, it is completely different from the place where I used to work... Huh! Jesus Christ, Amitabha Avalokitesvara blesses you, the heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, this interview will definitely work!"

Da da da……

"Please come in!"

The young man straightened his clothes, pushed the door in, and closed the door carefully.

"Hello, Manager Jiang. I am Wan Liyang, interviewee No. 6, and I am applying for a position as a one-on-one coach in the martial arts cram school for the summer junior high school entrance examination sprint."

Manager Jiang, who is sitting behind the desk with a decisive attitude, is a young man about 24 or [-] years old.The dress is very casual, with big shorts and a big vest, and the exposed arms and legs are twice as thick as the boy's.But it's not fat, it's strong!

The boy was unremarkable.This is a martial arts club, so the interviewer should be like this.

Manager Jiang nodded heavily at the boy and motioned him to sit down.Then he bowed his head and looked at the resume with little content in front of him.

"Your name is Wanli...Yang?"

"No, no, it's not a compound surname. My surname is Wan, and my name is Li Yang. But everyone usually calls me Wan Li, so you can call me that too."

Manager Jiang smiled boldly: "Wanli...the name is not bad. Wanli Yang, Yang Wanli, is very similar to the name of the famous poet of the Tang Dynasty."

"...Thank you for the compliment!" Wanli blinked, but did not correct that Yang Wanli was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.Let the interviewer make an embarrassment when you come up, will it explode in an instant?

"You have just turned 18 and just graduated from high school. Why did you apply for this job?"

Wan Li calmly said, "Because the position of one-on-one instructor in the martial arts cram school for the junior high school entrance examination in the summer is very suitable for me, you can even say that I am the best candidate! I just finished the college entrance examination, and I know the test sites of the college entrance examination best, so I can target the students. Sex training. My age is also similar to them, and I can communicate better with each other!"

Manager Jiang shook his head heavily: "Confidence is good. Being close in age is indeed an advantage, but your strength is even closer. Your martial arts level is ah, and most of the prospective high school seniors are also ah. How do you serve as their coach?
Ai Bi Xidi, petting the chicken, ah, go... If you want to be a coach, you must at least have a chicken level! "

Wan Li looked confused, and almost blurted out the phrase "I have". Fortunately, he realized in time that Manager Jiang was talking about the level of martial arts.

"Chicken-level, G-level? My God, what dialect is it, Hunan?"

'Rule [-] for the inevitable success of the interview: agree with the interviewer, leave a good impression on him, and have your own unique insights! '

"Hey, did you speak Hunan dialect just now? Oh, my high school deskmate is from Hunan, it sounds so kind!" Wan Li echoed.

"Haha, is that a coincidence?" Manager Jiang laughed.

Wan Li was secretly happy, and said again: "You said that only G-level and above can be a coach. I don't agree with this. Martial arts practice, those who have mastered it first, if you have advanced cultivation concepts, even the lowest K-level can teach students well !"

"Advanced practice concept?" Manager Jiang restrained his smile and looked serious.

Seeing this, Wan Li felt slightly at ease.Now it's just a matter of making up a practice philosophy to pass the test, practice philosophy, practice philosophy...

"What? Hard to say?"

"It's easy to say!" Wan Li hesitated for a moment, and said in a mysterious gesture: "Manager Jiang, do you know... self-restraint?"

"Self-discipline...self-control?"

"No, no, no, self-control in terms of will can be achieved by every aspiring student. The self-discipline I mean refers to deliberately putting shackles on yourself, pushing yourself to a dead end, and making rules that only belong to you... Speaking of it It's more complicated, why don't you follow me to the practice room on the third floor and I'll show you?"

"No need." Manager Jiang leaned over and took out two 10kg standard dumbbells from under the table: "Is it okay to use it?"

Wan Li quickly took it: "Of course."

The 25 dumbbell training methods have long been included in the textbooks of junior and senior high schools, and Wan Li is very familiar with them.

Holding dumbbells in hand, Wan Li shrugged his arms vertically and pulled his shoulders: "Manager Jiang, look good, now I will put shackles on myself-1000 dumbbell shrugs, if you can't do it, 500 dumbbell deadlifts! 1, 2,... ...12, do you understand?"

Manager Jiang shrugged: "Understood, continue to do it."

Wan Li was taken aback, and kept moving: "18, 19...do you understand?"

"Understood, you continue to do it." Manager Jiang repeated.

"37, 38...104...237, huh... 339, huh... 413!" Wan Li panted violently and stopped, leaning over: "The dumbbell shrugged 1000 times and failed, so now I have to deadlift the dumbbell 500 times. If you can't do it, stand upright Lift the dumbbells 500 times before alternating! 1, 2... Manager Jiang, should you understand this time?"

Manager Jiang nodded: "Not bad."

Wanli was overjoyed, but Manager Jiang said again: "But the five people in front of you can easily complete 500 dumbbell shrugs. Your martial arts strength is always a flaw... Go back and practice hard, young man!"

Wan Li blinked: "My practice philosophy is not good?"

"Your practice philosophy is very good." Manager Jiang looked satisfied.

Wanli was taken aback for a moment, the concept is good, why are you still...something wrong!
"Manager Jiang, are you lying..."

"That's enough! I have something else to do." Manager Jiang interrupted with a wave of his hand, and said righteously: "Yang Wanli is a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, don't you know? I speak standard English, not Hunan dialect. You don't have a high school deskmate in Hunan, do you?" ? You can’t even be honest, which company dares to hire you?!”

Wan Li stood silently, turned his head and left.

Big companies have deep routines, blame myself for being too naive!
(End of this chapter)