Jiang Shuihan and Pengfei walked side by side, with matching strides, towards the security room.
Not yet close.
The operatic singing from inside the room was already audible, its passionate yet graceful melody accompanied by the powerful voice, echoing through the air.
"Looks like the security guard is a Peking opera fan!" Jiang Shuihan said with a smile.
"Indeed!"
Pengfei nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "It's really rare for the guard to maintain a love for art in such an ordinary job."
Speaking of which.
If I were to become a security guard now, maybe it's not a bad choice.
At least, I could save 30 years of detours, savoring the simple joys and beauty of life directly.
After all, the end of the universe is a stable job, the end of a stable job is a government clerk, the end for men is being a guard, for women it's cleaning, and for both genders, it's insurance...
Moreover, if one could be a guard at Dorami Kindergarten, what would that mean?
