"Bang-" The sound of the door closing startled the melon-eating crowd outside the door.

For some reason, they felt that this girl named Xia Chitose seemed to be a different person the moment she was off the list.

Cold, arrogant, and invincible.

It's as if all the people here are not in her eyes.

Or maybe she didn't pay attention to it.

A semi-curved table, a row of interviewers in black suits sitting, all looking at Chitose with a pair of scrutinizing eyes.

In front of each interviewer is a small sign with names written in seven different languages.

They all looked at Chitose with scrutiny, and they all looked a little disdainful of the person in front of them.

One of the South Korean representatives was the first to speak, and although she asked some basic questions, she spoke quickly, obviously trying to embarrass Chitose.

Chitose just picked his eyes lightly and spoke slowly in a cold voice.

It's just that what this Korean examiner didn't expect was that Chitose's next words were not to reply in Korean, but to switch the language of a country with every sentence.

Whether it's a subject or a predicate, it's all seamless.

The whole answer only took three minutes, but the interviewers who sat in a row were more wide-eyed than the other.

Even a few interviewers stood up unconsciously and looked at Chitose with uncontrollable slow applause.

Finally, Chitose made a summary in Chinese.

Her eyebrows and eyes were lightly raised, and her expression was faint, as if she was surprised in the eyes of others, but in her eyes it was just a matter of course.

"Do you still have any doubts?"

The whole room suddenly fell silent, probably because of the various tricks that had been thought of to embarrass Chitose.

As a result, my head was blank, and I couldn't use any tricks.

The interviewers looked at each other, as if they were silently exchanging something.

Chitose doesn't even have to think about it to know what they can say in their so-called silent communication.

It's just—

"Wow, how is that possible?" "I don't know." "Who is this man?"

And so on.

It's really, it's boring.

After about thirty seconds, Chitose heard a 'click' of the door open.

Looking in the direction of the sound, Chitose realized that there was a secret door in this room.

Out of the secret door was a woman in a gray suit and a white skirt, she had neat short hair, she was not tall, but she looked very stable.

Chitose squinted slightly, although the other party did not speak, but just by looking at her demeanor, you can know that at least she has seen much more than these seven so-called interviewers.

"You've passed the exam, come with me."

The door of the room was opened, and Chitose glanced at it, and could still see Chen Lingling standing aside with a red face.

"Want to see a joke?" Chitose's eyebrows moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth outlined a cold smile: "It's a pity, I disappointed you." ”

"You, you, you, you—" Chen Lingling probably didn't expect Chitose to scold her in a calm and breezy tone.

My hand hurt again, my heart was wronged, and in a fit of anger, I rolled my eyes directly and fainted.

Chitose followed the woman in the gray suit, and she led her to another building, pressed the elevator on the tenth floor, and led her to another room.

This place has a slight impression in the memory of the original owner, and they are not qualified to enter and leave this kind of 'cheap labor'.

Anyone who wants to enter and exit here needs to provide documents to pass.