Inside the subway station.
Luo Xiaoqian ran into the carriage, gasping for breath.
Thankfully, she made it. Any later and she’d be caught in the after-work rush hour. Beijing’s notorious traffic jams were something she certainly didn’t want to experience crammed in a subway like a flattened photograph.
Finding an empty seat, Luo Xiaoqian finally caught her breath, but her empty stomach began to ache disconcertingly.
After a night of tossing and turning, she awoke and dashed to the audition site. She had barely had time to shower upon returning home before Leng Zimo summoned her. Considering it all, she hadn’t eaten a bite the entire day.
Years of irregular meals had already scarred her stomach, which could hardly stand such abuse.
She wrapped her arms around herself and frowned, curling up into a ball.
By the time she left the subway and walked home with her stomach in pain, it was already six in the evening.
She went over to the water dispenser with a cup in hand, only to find the water jug empty.
"When you’re down on your luck, even a sip of water gets stuck in your teeth!"
Muttering bitterly to herself, she clenched her teeth, went into the kitchen, turned on the flame, and started boiling some cold water, opening a pack of instant noodles.
The noodles cooked quickly, and she devoured them and gulped down the soup. Luo Xiaoqian sighed in contentment.
It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. With two hours left before she had to work, she could take a little break.
Thinking this, she grabbed a cushion to lean on the sofa and reached into her pocket, sorting out all the change except for the money for her cab ride—adding up to a total of one hundred seventy yuan.
"One hundred seventy, today’s the twenty-eighth, seventeen days till payday, ten yuan a day!" Luo Xiaoqian said with a self-deprecating laugh. "That’s enough. There were times before when I got by on a hundred yuan for a month!"

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