#《It's not that I'm not trying hard, it's that this world hasn't given me a chance》
I am an ordinary fresh graduate.
I didn't get into a 985 university, I can't afford a master's degree, I sent out over fifty resumes, and they all sank without a trace.
My family wants me to go back and take the civil service exam, but I know I can't pass it, and I can't afford to drag it out.
I rent a place in a village in the city on the outskirts,
The room is so small that it's hard to turn around, and outside the window is someone else's balcony,
Every day I scroll through cryptocurrency news, feeling the fire inside, but my wallet is so empty it feels cold.
My phone is second-hand, the battery dies anytime, and even opening a document is lagging.
Lagrange's content activities made me feel for the first time,
Maybe I still have a chance, not relying on background, not relying on connections, just relying on myself.
I don't understand technology, but I can look up line by line;
I'm not good at writing, but I can piece it together word by word;
Even if no one likes or comments, I will continue to write,
Because this is not for anyone else to see, this is proof of my survival.
What others see is a bonus, but what I see is hope.
One hundred thousand in three months is not temptation for me, it's life-saving money.
I know I don't write well, but I must write,
Because this is my last chance.
