The system asks me to pick up trash

Xiao Yi saw that on Weibo's trending search, not only did he talk about it, but there were also two clear videos.

One is his fluent English translation of Li Qingzhao's poems.

Another one is that he stood on the stage of good voice and perfectly sang Vitas's dolphin voice with an unbelievably high pitch.

In the video, his facial features clearly appeared on the screen, and his image was simply perfect.

These situations are simply not comparable to the profession of picking up garbage.

People wondered, a young man who picked up trash, acted bravely and spoke fluent English.

Especially being able to sing such a super high-pitched melody, all this makes people very interested and curious.

This matter is getting hotter and hotter.

Xiao Yi knew that her mother always liked a quiet life, if she knew about Xiao Yi, wouldn't she beat him to death?
In the evening, Lu Xialai in the villa was playing Weibo on his mobile phone, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure appearing in a video.

It turned out that it was Xiao Yi who they all hated.

"Dad, Dad, look at Xiao Yi's hot search." Lu Xialai hastily called his father over.

It's a novelty that people around you are on the hot search.

The father and son gathered together, watching intently.

After the two of them finished watching, they felt a lot happier, and the depressed mood of being exposed by Xiao Yi and buying fake paintings during the day was swept away.

"Hahaha, it turns out that he has reached the point of picking up trash for a living. Maybe his mother doesn't know that his son is doing this?"

Lu Wei said gloatingly.

"Dad, let's reveal this matter at the banquet of grandpa's [-]th birthday, and see where the face of their family will be put."

Lu Xia came this time to find a chance to take revenge on Xiao Yi, and said excitedly.

"However, in the back of the video, it is said that he is an English Level [-], and his fluent translation of ancient poems is admired by many people." Lu Xialai frowned and said again.

"What does he know about CET-[-]? I don't know him yet. He barely got into a third-rate university, otherwise he wouldn't pick up trash after graduation." Lu Wei felt that he knew Xiao Yi too well, he was the most A worthless junior.

Xiao Yi, just wait, see you at the grandpa's [-]th birthday party!
Why do you make me lose face in front of everyone, I will let everyone watch the video of you picking up trash.

Make you feel more humiliated.

Xiao Yi went home and secretly observed his mother's expression, she was as calm as ever.

Seeing his mother like this, Xiao Yi was relieved.

But my mother didn't know that Xiao Yi was picking up trash, if my mother saw the video, she would know that Xiao Yi was picking up trash.

Based on the mother's traditional way of thinking, the son who graduated from college went to pick up trash, so he couldn't be sad to death?

Today is grandpa's [-]th birthday, Xiao Yi had to attend the birthday banquet.

In order to prevent people from watching and disturbing him, Xiao Yi wore a big hat, which covered half of his face.

As soon as he went out, he heard the phone ring.

A thick baritone voice came from the phone:
"Hello, is this Mr. Xiao Yi? I'm a recruiter who recruits talents with all-round qualities in the university."

Xiao Yi recalled that when he was picking up trash at the University of Foreign Studies, he once stumbled into a job fair by mistake.

At the job fair, he perfectly translated Li Qingzhao's poems, and the recruiting officer appreciated it very much.

He and Xiao Yi exchanged phone calls.

I also promised to help him as much as possible for the sake of the overall situation.

Xiao Yi asked: "It's me, what's wrong?"

"That's right, Mr. Xiao, there is a foreign mission that worships Chinese poetry very much, and proposed to visit Li Qingzhao's hometown. In that atmosphere, it is very likely that poetry and songs will be recited at any time. Please be a member of the foreign mission. How about translation?"