I love you, I won't kill you

Located in an amphitheater of the College of Undergraduates, Anji was sitting on his seat in danger and had to glance at the clock above the podium from time to time. Hidden under the expression of listening to the class seriously, he shouted, "God, there are 3 minutes, 3 minutes!"

In the last 40 seconds, she had quietly packed up all the school supplies on the desk.He glanced at Jasper's backpack on the ground on the side of his right foot.The shoulder bag, however, is not zipped up, revealing a red metal framed object instead.

"Bell..." The bell for the end of get out of class had just rang. When the other students who were scattered in different positions got up, Anji had already grabbed the backpack on the ground and rushed out of the classroom.

While walking quickly in the corridor, he took out the object with a metal frame from his shoulder bag and put it on his head. It turned out to be a pair of professional audiophile headphones.The swivel earcups with thick pads allow her to immerse herself in the ocean of music without being disturbed by the slightest noise from the outside world.

Putting on his backpack and running down the stairs until he rushed out of the building, he took out his bicycle keys with a happy expression.Stepped on the second-hand mountain bike bought from other Chinese students, humming American country songs and rushed to Orange Street.

"This broken bicycle cost me 17 dollars. Huh, I have to ride it for a while." Thinking, he pedaled quickly and galloped down Yale's Church Street.

At this time, more than two months have passed since her last meeting with Lisa about a part-time job.In a blink of an eye, the time has come to the afternoon of the second Thursday in November, and when it reaches the fourth Thursday, it will be the Thanksgiving holiday this year.She still clearly remembers what she asked herself to do, "Before the Thanksgiving holiday, you must buy a car that really belongs to you. Although it is a second-hand car, as long as you can drive it until graduation."

In New Haven on November 11, the weather was still wet and cold.The highest temperature is only 9 degrees, and the lowest temperature has reached 11 degree. It seems that there will still be heavy snow for a long time this winter.Angie complained while riding, "I knew I wouldn't wear such thick clothes, and I was sweating all over after riding for a few minutes."

Yes, not just sweating, but she'll have to dress like it's spring later on.Five or six minutes later, the bike passed a fat sandwich shop and an indoor car park on George Street and turned into a side path.

Go straight along the path and you will find the back door of the "Royal Palace" Chinese restaurant.Angie walks this trail twice a day, so even with her eyes closed now, she can find out where the back door is.

"Huh..." Angie jumped off the bicycle, raised his head to the sky and let out a big breath.Looking at the time on the watch again, he smiled and took off his earphones in satisfaction and walked towards the back door.

"Angie, where are you?" Lisa, who was wearing a cheongsam, went straight to the female staff locker room and called.

After looking left and right to see if there was no one there, he walked towards the inside of the locker room.Until I saw Angie who was opening the door of the iron wardrobe, "Why did you come here now? Hurry up, there are more and more diners now."

"Understood, manager." Angie agreed hastily, taking off her clothes with hands and feet.

Lisa seemed to want to say something, but seeing the sweat on Angie's forehead, she just nodded and walked out.Angie glanced in the direction she was leaving, and said to herself, "Damn Lisa, it's like a different person if you change your skin. Fortunately, you still treat her as a friend in private, how come you have such a virtue when you go to work?! "

Boots, jeans, sweater, and thick caravan were all thrown into the locker.Quickly changed into the waiter's uniform, packed it up, took the apron and tied it as he walked, pushed open the door of the dressing room and headed towards the shop.

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When Lisa introduced the working conditions of the restaurant, Angie kept holding back what was in her heart.It wasn't until Lisa finished speaking that she said seriously, "Did I hear you right, it's only $5 an hour? And you have to work 10 hours?"

Lisa smiled softly, "Angie, we are the most famous Chinese restaurant near New Haven and Yale. Just ask Cathy, she will know why the more famous the restaurant, the lower the hourly salary."

Angie stared back at Cathy without speaking.Cathy smiled like a crescent moon, "Angie, this price is normal. Only if you are very lucky, you can find a part-time job in a high-end restaurant for $10 an hour."

Lisa then added, "Angie, if you really care about your hourly pay, why don't you take a part-time job as a $15-an-hour tutor. How about it?"

"Okay. You'd better give me a reason to stay." Angie said.

"Hmm. Although we are friends, I really don't want you to work here. Why? After all, working time is different from personal time, do you understand this?" Lisa said after taking a sip of mineral water.

"I understand. This is the United States, and there is no talk of face or personal friendship."

"Well, the reason why I agreed to let you work...is your foreign language skills and social skills."

Angie asked again, "What do you mean? Is your foreign language level not good enough?"

Lisa shook her head, "No, I'm not talking about myself. As you know, Americans here and students from other countries like to eat Chinese food. Especially black people, especially like to eat our golden fried rice."

Then he said, "In this case, it is inevitable that there will be unnecessary disputes or troubles due to the large number of guests and the long ordering time. And such disputes are mostly caused by language barriers to a certain extent."

Angie smiled, "Lisa, I see. It seems that you regard me as the restaurant's 'diplomatic ambassador'?"

"Hehe, you can put it this way. So, are you still willing to stay now?"

"It's because you appreciate my face, okay. By the way, how do you calculate this tip? Also, you know I'm only in the second grade now, and I still have a lot of lessons to learn. This working time..."

"Working hours, how much time do you have for part-time work every day? Tips, uh... 13% of the meal cost. In the area you are responsible for, all tips, no matter how much, belong to you alone. Are you satisfied with this?"

Angie blinked and nodded, "That's about the same. Well, there are five to six hours of free time every day to do part-time jobs. If it happens on weekends or when there are no electives, you can do more time."

Lisa smiled with satisfaction, leaned back in her chair and said, "Okay, I can accept the timetable you proposed on behalf of the boss. Angie, although the hourly salary is a bit lower, we can provide you with free meals."

Cathy patted Angie on the shoulder, "Hey, there is a free meal! Don't think about it. If you think about it again, we won't have much chance to go out this Thanksgiving."

"What about you? What kind of job do you want?" Angie asked Cathy.

Lisa also looked at Cathy curiously, "What kind of job do you want to find? Maybe, I can help you find it."

Cathy looked at the two of them and said, "Okay, I'm fine. Anyway, I'm good at mathematics, physics and chemistry, why don't I find a tutor to do it."

And just like that, Angie's work was settled in a bit of post-lunch chat.Lisa looked at the street outside the window and asked Angie, "By the way, have you decided which kind of used car to buy?"

Angie played with the Apple phone in his hand, "Well, I originally planned to buy an SUV like yours, but now..."

"A car is just a means of transportation. If you want to stay in the United States for a long time, you can consider buying a good car. If you just want to use it during school, I suggest you buy a normal car." Lisa Ben As a friend, I think about Anji.

Cathy also said at the side, "Angie, I agree to pay half of the fare for each person. But I'm already a junior, and I'm going back to China in another year. How much time do you think I have to enjoy?"

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