So the female secretary handed Mu Yang a stack of documents and asked him to print them. As a result, he, who had worked overtime last night, became idle and had to do an additional task.

Mu Yang took the documents and felt like he was extremely unlucky. During the Mid-Autumn Festival yesterday, everyone was afraid of ghosts and left early, but he was the only one working overtime. Just when he finally thought he could slack off a little, he ended up being assigned to photocopy documents and became idle once again.

This is something the assistant is supposed to handle... Even though he's part-time, he's at least an editor.

But despite complaining, Muyang still resigned himself to copy the documents.

Mu Yang had been to the copy room before, but it was the first time he had seen it so busy, with people actually lining up.

Mu Yang stood for a long time. There were still people ahead of him. "Li Jie, how much longer will it take to print the little girl ahead?"

"It is said to be fifty copies, with one hundred pages per copy."

Mu Yang was stunned. "Can I still get a seat?" he asked. Behind the little girl, there were seven more people, each holding a thick stack. Mu Yang turned around and saw several more people behind him. He couldn't leave, otherwise he would have to wait in line again.

When it was finally Muyang's turn to get his documents printed, there was unexpectedly no more printer paper available.

Mu Yang felt like he was incredibly unlucky. He went to get some photocopy paper, but when he came back and looked, the people who were queuing behind him had already started photocopying.

What's going on? Mu Yang really wanted to kick the table next to him, but he didn't dare to. He heard it was expensive, and even damaging the paint on it might be something he couldn't afford to pay for.

Finally, it's Mo Yang's turn. Hmm, not bad, the photocopy paper is still there, but why can't I make a copy?

Mu Yang fiddled with it for a long time, but didn't manage to print out a single page!

I reluctantly made a call to the repair department. They arrived promptly and took a quick look at the machine. With a sigh, they said, "It's broken. We won't be able to fix it today. One of the components inside is burned out."

"Did it burn out?"

"Um, it's just that the machine overheated, so there was a little issue. We can fix it tomorrow once we have the spare parts."

So what does this mean? I spent an hour lining up myself, and as a result, it breaks down when it's my turn?

Helplessly, Muyang could only go to another department. Fortunately, this time the photocopying went smoothly.

Muyang was exhausted. After delivering the documents to the secretary, he hurried back to his own seat to rest. He had been standing for over an hour and barely made it in time for the freshman military training.

"Let's go eat."

In no time it was already noon, and Mu Yang lazily followed along to have lunch. The company's lunch was really good, with a buffet-style, you could pick and choose whatever you liked to put in your sandwiches.

Mu Yang was feeling tired today and had no appetite, so he made himself a fried egg.

"Kacha."

Mu Yang bit down and realized it was an eggshell. Feeling helpless, he took a tissue to spit it out, then picked up the egg again. To his horror, he found a dark object inside the yolk. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a cooked cockroach!

What was that "crunch" sound I just heard coming from what I ate? A cockroach?

Mu Yang threw down the egg and rushed to the bathroom, where he vomited violently.

Wang Yi noticed that Mu Yang seemed quite uncomfortable and followed him to the restroom. He watched Mu Yang vomit and handed him a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

Mu Yang gratefully accepted it.

"Mu Yang, there have been so many cockroaches in the company recently. Be more careful when you eat. I wonder if it's attracting them because of something dirty."

As soon as Muyang heard the word "cockroach," he was currently rinsing his mouth and choked. Then he sprayed it out.

Mu Yang coughed violently, his face turning completely red.

Wang Yi hurriedly patted his back and said, "Mu Yang, are you okay? You've been acting strange all day. I told you not to come home so late, did you meet a good buddy?"

Mu Yang was already extremely frustrated. What exactly was the attribute of his good brother at home? It was simply an overwhelming amount of bad luck! The entire morning was filled with nothing but misfortune, making him feel like he could vomit blood at any moment.