Chapter 111: Part-Time Interview

With the help of Lu Jianshen and the other five, four greenhouses in the orphanage’s backyard were successfully planted with various vegetables within a week.

One of the greenhouses was filled entirely with cream strawberries.

Another greenhouse was planted with watermelons.

The remaining two greenhouses contained spinach, Chinese cabbage, lettuce, tomatoes, eggplants, green beans, zucchini, green peppers, celery, radishes, cucumbers, chives, and more.

All these seeds had been provided earlier by the system.

Their quality was excellent.

After finishing the planting, everyone gave the vegetables inside a thorough watering.

Before watering, Lu Qingqiang had secretly added many drops of Spirit Spring Water into the water.

What she didn’t know—and couldn’t see—was that the seeds buried in the soil, upon absorbing the moisture, swelled with energy and pushed outward with all their might.

In just three to five days, countless tender green sprouts emerged from the soil in the greenhouses.

These tiny green shoots would, in the days to come, continue growing, becoming lusher and more abundant by the day.

As for the technical question Feng Xiao had asked Lu Qingqiang a week earlier—about grafting and the composition of organic fertilizer—she had answered him right away.

Her detailed explanation left Feng Xiao utterly embarrassed.

He admitted outright that he had been showing off in front of an expert.

From that day on, Feng Xiao began diligently studying the agricultural books Lu Qingqiang had recommended to him.

It was said that after finishing work at the orphanage and completing the planting, Feng Xiao started experimenting with farming in the newly cleared vegetable plot in his own backyard.

He would frequently ask Lu Qingqiang small questions about vegetable cultivation in their WeChat group.

When the vegetables in his home garden grew, he’d take photos to show her.

When his homegrown fruit trees bloomed, he’d excitedly post about it on his social media.

Even when the hydroponic vegetables on his balcony sprouted, he’d snap pictures and share them in the group.

His behavior made the other five group members briefly wonder if he’d gone completely obsessed with farming.

Only when Xu Ming chimed in to update everyone on his current progress in luring the enemy did Feng Xiao finally snap out of his constant vegetable talk.

…

Right after the backyard greenhouses were planted, Lu Qingqiang met the first applicant for the part-time volunteer teacher position—Wang Qiang.

Wang Qiang was a native of Shanxi Province¹. Influenced by his family since childhood, he loved wheat-based foods and always added vinegar to his meals.

When the news that Jiang City Loving Heart Orphanage’s Sour Soup Noodles were delicious enough to trend on the hot search list, he immediately became curious.

Over the past twenty years, he’d tasted countless types and flavors of noodles— scissor-cut noodles, knife-shaved noodles, minced-meat noodles, knife-pulled noodles, scraped noodles, and more.

He’d even traveled specifically to Shaanxi to try all kinds of local noodles there, such as belt noodles, spinach noodles, biangbiang noodles, hand-pulled noodles, dipping noodles, oil-splashed noodles, torn noodles, broth-dipping noodles, huo luo noodles, baked noodles, donkey-hoof noodles, shaved gluten noodles, and fermented noodle soup.

He’d sampled them all.

So he was genuinely, deeply curious—what exactly did those trending Sour Soup Noodles taste like?

Were they really that delicious?

Delicious enough to surpass every single noodle dish he’d eaten in his first twenty years?

Wang Qiang didn’t believe it. After hesitating for a few days, he decided to come see for himself.

He was currently a student majoring in Broadcasting and Hosting at XX Art Academy. Although still in school, his exceptional talent had already landed him an online part-time job as a live streamer a year ago.

His voice was pleasant and distinctive.

The first audiobook he recorded part-time received widespread acclaim in the market.

He’d also joined a voice actor group and quickly rose to become its department head.

The group included veteran voice actors from the film and television industry.

This senior figure treated talented newcomers like Wang Qiang very well and would recommend them for voice roles whenever opportunities arose.

As a result, Wang Qiang’s daily schedule was packed.

In addition to attending his major classes, he also studied various voice acting techniques, dubbing skills, and audiobook recording secrets.

Thanks to his natural talent and relentless effort, even though he was only a third-year university student, his bank account already held a seven-digit balance.

For a college student, having that much money in the bank was something truly worth pride and bragging about.

Yet Wang Qiang remained extremely low-key—so low-key that almost no one at school knew he was secretly juggling so many part-time jobs and earning so much.

Everyone saw how busy he was.

But according to Wang Qiang himself, his busyness was simply because he was working part-time jobs outside.

His classmates had always assumed his “part-time work” meant doing manual labor or handing out flyers.

So today, when Wang Qiang mentioned he was leaving to attend a part-time job interview, his roommates didn’t even ask a single follow-up question.

Wang Qiang didn’t care.

He was himself—a unique spark of fireworks.

Other people’s opinions and thoughts had never mattered much to him.

He was still young, in the prime of his life, and wanted to do what he wanted.

He had no interest in being like his roommates, who spent their days lying in the dorm either playing video games, reading novels, or dating.

What a waste of time.

The moment Wang Qiang arrived at Jiang City Loving Heart Orphanage, he couldn’t help but take a good look around.

“Hello, who are you looking for?” Yan Fang, on duty at the gatehouse, approached and asked upon seeing the visitor.

“Hello, hello! I know you! You’re the girl from the video who kicked that thug flying with one kick, right?”

“Oh my gosh, you’re so tall, and you look absolutely fierce!”

“You must have been in the military, right? Your aura is seriously cool and icy!”

“…Hello. Do you have business here?” Yan Fang’s expression remained calm and reserved. She politely took a small step back and looked at him, waiting for his reply.

“Oh, sorry, sorry! I got a little carried away meeting my idol in person.”

“Let me introduce myself—I’m Wang Qiang. I’m here for the scheduled interview for the part-time volunteer teacher position.”

“An applicant? Please come over and register.” Yan Fang said.

“Of course, of course.” Wang Qiang nodded obediently and walked over to register.

While he was registering, Yan Fang pressed the intercom and summoned Zhang Qiang over.

“Hey there, young man! My name’s Zhang Qiang—I handle security at the orphanage.”

“What position are you here to interview for?” Zhang Qiang asked curiously as he walked over, ready to escort Wang Qiang to his interview.

“I majored in broadcasting and hosting, and I also minored in voice acting.”

“No wonder your voice sounds so good, kid.”

“After studying voice acting, can you really imitate all kinds of different people’s voices?” Zhang Qiang continued, full of curiosity.

“Well, a little bit.”

“Then can you imitate Sister Yan’s voice?”

“Don’t mess around, Old Zhang!” Yan Fang said with an exasperated yet amused look toward Zhang Qiang.

This guy—despite his age—was still such a joker.

“I can give it a try,” Wang Qiang said.

“Don’t mess around, Old Zhang!” Wang Qiang repeated, perfectly mimicking Yan Fang’s voice from just moments before.

As soon as those four words left his mouth, both Zhang Qiang and Yan Fang instantly dropped their casual expressions, their gazes turning serious and intensely interested as they looked at Wang Qiang.

“How about imitating Zhuang Zhou² from Honor of Kings³?”

“The butterfly is me, and I am the butterfly!”

“Heaven and earth exist alongside me; all things are one with me!”

“The burning sword, the burning heart!” Wang Qiang imitated flawlessly.

“!!!” Zhang Qiang was utterly stunned.

Damn it! Both our names have “Qiang” in them—so why is this young guy so ridiculously talented?

Translator’s Notes