It's quite different from the initial adjustment period with other rental friends.

Gu Shi'an's presence is not very high.

More precisely, he blends into my surroundings seamlessly and unobtrusively.

He doesn't talk much and is meticulous in his work.

For instance, if I noticed a faulty light bulb in the kitchen in the morning, by the time I returned home in the afternoon, he would have already replaced it with a new one.

Moreover, Gu Shi'an is adept at various household chores, and he even cooks exceptionally well. Since his arrival, the apartment has been spotlessly clean every day, leaving me with no opportunity to lend a hand.

With his diligence, I can always enjoy meals with him.

This level of tacit understanding makes me feel like we are not strangers who have known each other for less than seven days.

Rather, we seem like old friends who have lived together for many years.

*

Recently, I've been troubled by the search for a new job.

Fang Haoyan's influence in the economic circle has always been significant.

Even though I have four years of work experience and graduated from a prestigious 985 university.

But once he informed the circle to blacklist me, many companies immediately rejected my offers.

The more Fang Haoyan does this, the more it seems to provoke my unwillingness to give in.

"Are you looking for a job?"

I was nestled in the sofa, browsing job listings online continuously.

A low, gentle voice sounded softly in my ear.

I glanced at Gu Shi'an; he had just come out of the room to get a glass of water.

"Yes," I replied to him.

He seemed somewhat surprised that I was jobless, then realized it wasn't right to show it, so he smiled awkwardly and scratched his head without saying anything.

Clearly, he is a kind-hearted person who feels guilty simply for fearing to hurt others.

For some reason, the heart that was high-strung due to his arrival.

Gradually settled down.

I began to have room in my mind to learn more about him.

"Are you a local from Haicheng?" I put down my laptop, turned towards him, and casually asked.

"I... sort of," he replied, lacking confidence.

"Huh?" What does "sort of" mean?

Gu Shi'an blushed and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"I'm an orphan. Later, the orphanage organized our household registrations uniformly."

I hadn't expected that, and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He smiled gently, highlighting his youthful and harmless face.

"I resigned from my last job not long ago, so I'm currently unemployed."

I smiled kindly at him, answering the initial question.

"Oh." He looked blank, seemingly uninterested.

Then, after a moment's pause:

"It seems the PR department of the company I work for is hiring. Would you like to try?"

"What kind of job do you do?" I asked curiously.

"Programmer..." he admitted honestly.

"Pff." I couldn't help but laugh.

He looked at me confusedly, not understanding why.

"Nothing, that's great!" I quickly explained.

Gu Shi'an furrowed his brows slightly, then lowered his head again, softly saying:

"Oh..."