After returning home, Zhang Yichi heated up the leftovers and made a meal.
End of day.
Zhang Yichi made a bunk on the floor and slept next to the bed. At night, he lay awake and asked, "What kind of life do you think is meaningful?"
"...Happiness is meaningful, right?" Han Jing said drowsily on the bed.
"Then how can you be happy?"
"Be free and do whatever you want..."
"Is there anything you want to do?"
There was no reply, Han Jing had already fallen asleep.
Zhang Yichi tossed and turned and fell asleep very late.
The third day.
Han Jing also got up early today: "I just called the teacher and told me to go with my uncle to apply for leave later. Just talk to my uncle later."
Normally, you should make an agreement with your uncle first before contacting the teacher. When Han Jing did this, he was obviously still unwilling to contact his uncle. The later he could contact him, the better.
"Shall I make some breakfast?" Zhang Yichi turned into a nanny.
"No, I'll just buy some pancakes later. I've left a bunch of keys for you on the table. You can go out for a walk if you have nothing to do. I should be back before noon. Goodbye!" Han Jing left in a hurry.
Zhang Yichi went to wash up, made some simple breakfast for himself, and practiced guitar for a while. After almost resting, he went out to see what kind of work he could find and make some money in a short time.
In fact, given his current situation, it is almost impossible to find a job that can make a lot of money.
He has no identity certificate, and is looking for a part-time job. He has no special skills. He is not necessarily required for ordinary jobs, let alone various high-paying industries.
Go do some high-risk work?
The salary in high-risk industries will be very considerable. In terms of recruitment, some places will be relatively loose. Maybe Zhang Yichi can get through.
But are you someone who works in a high-risk industry?
In terms of skill, Zhang Yichi is not outstanding at the moment. He has only learned various combat trainings for less than a week. His trump card, the Jester mask, is unstable, and the cold weapons created by the illusion can only be used for attack and defense. In high-risk situations,
At work, these things may not be needed.
Zhang Yichi does not want to die at his job in the world of reincarnation.
As a mercenary?
This wild imagination is even more unrealistic. Once illegal things like killers are not cleaned up, the situation will become very difficult in this world of reincarnation.
After wandering around all morning, Zhang Yichi gained nothing.
When I returned to Han Jing's house, Han Jing had already returned.
"How's it going?" Zhang Yichi changed his shoes.
"It's done, but my uncle told me so much that I was almost annoyed to death." Han Jing was playing computer games. This was also his job and his means of livelihood. "He asked me to take half a month's sick leave first.
Then we’ll see if it’s the right decision to make now.”
"Is it only for half a month?"
"Yeah, there's nothing I can do. If he doesn't sign, I won't be able to ask for leave." Han Jing said depressedly, "How are you doing there?"
Zhang Yichi sat down and took a sip of water: "There is nothing to gain. On the one hand, I am a gangster, and on the other hand, there seems to be no corresponding high-paying job."
"You don't have to worry, just stay here for now. It's not like I can't afford to support you. I'll wait until I figure out how to solve your identity problem before I think about finding a job. Anyway, you're so good, so finding a job isn't that difficult.
Han Jing was afraid that Zhang Yichi would be embarrassed, so he added, "After all, you are my bodyguard now. Although I can't pay you a salary, I must at least guarantee your food and accommodation, right?"
"Okay." Zhang Yichi nodded calmly, "Let's find a way to solve the identity problem first."
"I'll ask someone to ask about the identity issue when the time comes. This is very complicated and not easy to deal with. You don't have to worry." Han Jing stared at the computer screen intently. "You can also make money by singing. You can take advantage of this time to work hard."
Let’s rehearse the songs we’ve prepared. Maybe we can form a group and become an instant hit?”
Zhang Yichi laughed and had no hope of making a lot of money from singing, but he still picked up the guitar: "Then I will continue to practice singing and piano."
"Practice, practice, I have to hurry up and play games. I haven't played much in the past two days. I don't have anything to sell when others ask me to buy equipment. I have lost at least 700 yuan this time." Han Jing's hands moved quickly.
Clicking the mouse, he looked quite energetic while sitting at the computer desk.
After practicing for an hour, Zhang Yichi felt that his hands were a little tired and his voice needed a rest, so he went to make lunch.
"Zhang Yichi, please cook less of that lunch, I won't eat it." Han Jing said loudly to the kitchen.
"Playing games won't mean you don't even have time to eat." Zhang Yichi was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.
"I have no appetite. I only ate a few bites of pancakes this morning. I'm not hungry, but I just feel annoyed when I see food now." Han Jing said.
Zhang Yichi did not reply.
When he checked the relevant information that day, he found out everything. The information said that patients may suffer from depression, anxiety and other emotional problems, leading to symptoms of loss of appetite and insomnia. Han Jing's current lack of appetite may also be related to ALS.
Zhang Yichi did not reduce the amount of lunch, but worked more attentively, trying his best to make a meal that was appetizing. After all, it was not efficient to force Han Jing to eat, so he just cooked it.
A delicious meal comes more realistically.
After doing it, it really had some effects. Han Jing, who was having a lot of fun playing games, smelled the aroma and decided to eat some. He ended up eating a bowl of rice.
After that, Zhang Yichi continued to practice the piano.
Han Jing was so immersed in playing games that he could sit there motionless all afternoon. When it was getting dark, he stretched out and turned off the computer: "I'm finally done with today's work."
"Do you think it's fun to treat games as work?" Zhang Yichi was a little curious.
"It's okay, but since I want to make money with it, I can no longer play blindly by myself. Sometimes in order to save money to sell materials, I have to mechanically repeat the same thing in the game for a whole afternoon, and occasionally I still get irritated.
But overall, I am still very satisfied. After all, I made money just by sitting at home and playing games. If I didn’t work harder, it wouldn’t be my turn to do this kind of thing." Han Jing said very objectively.
"Every line of work is not easy." Zhang Yichi said.
"By the way, I heard you are making good progress while practicing piano and singing this afternoon. Do you want to rehearse?" Han Jing was actually paying attention to Zhang Yichi's progress.
Zhang Yichi shrugged: "Okay."
Han Jing stood up and moved around. He wanted to pick up the guitar, but his hands were shaking, so he gave up the idea: "My hands are cramped after playing all afternoon. You can play my original song first."
"Okay." Zhang Yichi slowly pressed the chords and started playing.