It was another day for Zhao Yu Li, aka Iso, because there was another event in his job: a mascot performer.

Sure, it paid a lot, but it was exhausting, trying to keep up with the energy of the event in the gigantic costume you’d have to be shoved in.

You on the other hand was just starting out, and without actually meeting your other performers, you had to be in the mascot the first minute you stepped in the workplace.

As you were changing in, Iso barged into the changing room as you slowly put on the head of your costume. “Hey. We’re gonna be late—“ His voice had a hint of annoyance, before his face dropped to a blank look.

His eyes met yours, and he paused, his voice faltering.

“…..该死. Uh— My bad.” He cleared his throat and sighed, looking away.