I'm the King Of Technology

"Get out! Go, go, go, go, go… and make sure you do your best!"

Lyore, who had sunglasses and a face mask on, was exclaiming through his wound down window while watching Timothy head towards the interview site.

But where? Where are they now? District C. Ah yes… District C had a majority of administrative offices and business headquarters there. Many ministries and official offices were there. Most official academies and public universities were also within District C. When people come to District C, they're coming for work or personal business, like applying for their passports, getting their driver's license, and so on.

Of course, there were a few hotels and shopping sites here, but they were very small compared to the Grand malls and shopping sites in District D.

"Timmy!"

Leaving the vehicle, Timothy heard someone call his name.

It was a beautiful Black skinned girl called Gina. Although Timothy's face didn't show it, his ears were completely red when seeing her.

Who doesn't know that he has had a longtime crush on the class monitor?

Oops…

She was no longer his class monitor since they both graduated a month ago. Now, they were both what people call 'adults.'

She was stunningly beautiful in a tom boyish way. Of course as the class monitor, you best believe they have all had a taste of her back head smacks.

She could be real ferocious when trying to keep them all under wraps. Gina was also very athletic, and was one of the best Volleyball players in the school. In the school website, she was the school's top Spiker and played many matches against other setters from other Baymardian public schools. She was so renowned that they began calling her Black Lightning because when she touched the ball, her spikes were fierce and fast like lightning.

Honestly, Timothy thought she would accept the offer given to her to join the Baymardian National Team. So how could he not be dumbfounded when seeing her here with him?

Timothy opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Surprised?" Gina quickly threw her arms around his shoulder, and pulling him down so much he swore his cheeks touched something soft. "You! Class monitor, what are you doing here?"

"What else dum-dum? I'm here for an interview just like you. Hmph! Or did you think I would be playing volleyball all my life? No way! It's just a hobby to me. I prefer playing it than going to the gym."

Well to Gina, Volleyball was a way to keep her stamina up and keep physically strong. She also played tennis and even basketball in her spare time. She preferred doing all this as workouts rather than lifting weights or staying in one place in the gyms. She found all those boring and non-immersive. She applied for this job because it caught her eyes, but who would have known that Timothy, one of the most troublesome people in her class, was also selected for the interview?

Well, it felt good knowing there was someone she knew here.

"Eh? What's wrong with you? Why are you getting nosebleeds? Are you sick?"

"_" [Timothy whose head was mushed on her breast]

…

Following the others here for the interview, Timothy and Gina soon found themselves standing in a large space that was as large as a football field. There was a podium ahead, but no one had come out to address them yet, letting to whispers from the crowd.

"Hey, what do you think? Who here has a clue on what the job is actually for?"

Many shook their heads and continued speculating, coming up with all sorts of job theories. All they knew was that it involved traveling for long periods. To be specific, it's said they will be traveling away for 6~12 months and then return for 2 and a half ~ 5 months of vacation time before heading out to travel once more. For now, they were not entirely sure what the job was, but the pay alone was too enticing to pass up, especially for those who loved adventure.

Understand that the pay alone was already above the majority percentile for an entry position. This alone shows how valuable those hiring saw the position.

Soon, everyone heard the double-sided door ahead open, and out came a group of men and women with very intimidating auras. And leading them was a very busty woman with a black eye patch on her left eye.

Sweeping her cold gaze across the crowd, the red-haired lady's demeanor made everyone fall into knee-deep silence.

"Congratulations, you made it this far. However… I must warn you all that this is just the first of 6 interviews in place to weed at least 70% of you out."

Boom!

Everyone's heart exploded in worry.

Six? A 6-stage interview process designed to weed 70% of them out? This was the first time they've ever heard of such a thing before.

3-stage interview yes… but a 6-stage interview was completely unheard of. It already made their hearts pound and left their ears tingling.

No one dared to cough when feeling the heaviness of the atmosphere.

"So mysterious?" Timothy murmured as he now followed the crowd into another vast hallway space.

"To your left, is the female Locker room, and to your right, is that for the males… When selected for the interview, everyone was assigned a number code. Pick out the locker with your code number and change your attire to the ones there."

Several people subconsciously looked at their number codes on their now printed emails sent to them. 00000183 -This was Timothy's number code. Timothy gripped the printed email document hard while listening to the red-haired woman. Heh.

" 10:07…" The lady lazily lowered her head to stare at her watch. "You've got 20 minutes… If in 20 minutes you're not here, your disqualification will become automatic!"

Timothy swore that he seemed to have superpowers because the moment he heard the word disqualified, his feet began moving so fast he felt he was traveling at a supersonic pace.

Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock… The race was on, and he dared not lose just yet.