I Really Don't Want to Live Broadcast

After seeing the background of the class, I don't want to watch it anymore. It's an old cliche where the heroine is taken away for various reasons. After being humiliated, the hero endures the humiliation and slowly develops to find the heroine. If you are tired of watching it, can't you have some fun? This book of yours is not suitable for me. See you later.

Dusk, street, canteen. People, men, two men, one old and one young, standing across the counter. "Is it you?" "It's me." "You're here." "I'm coming." "You shouldn't have come." "I'm already here." "You're here after all." "I'm here after all." Silence, a long silence. The two people, who looked like clay and wood sculptures, were facing each other, but the setting sun was getting more and more slanting. "What are you doing here?" The old man finally broke the silence. "Make soy sauce." He said it crisply, word by word, without any hesitation. The old man pondered for a while and then said slowly: "How much does it cost per pound?" "One piece." Still crisp and clear, without any hesitation. The man's expression changed and he said, "You know I never sell a piece here. A pound of soy sauce. " "I only want one yuan a pound of soy sauce." "Is it serious?" "Seriously!" The soy sauce seller stared at the man in front of him. He was very young, but his eyes would never be forgotten by anyone who looked at them. They were as quiet as night. As deep as the sea. He knew that the young man in front of him was definitely an ordinary person, but he also knew that he would never sell soy sauce for one dollar a pound. The surroundings were still so quiet, as quiet as death. The sunset was gradually setting. He looked at the sunset in the distance and felt unspeakable fear. He smiled bitterly and said, "Do you have to buy it for one yuan a pound?" "Definitely!" "What if I don't sell it to you?" "You can try it!" Silence, deathly silence. After a long while, he raised his eyes and looked at the young man, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll sell you a pound of soy sauce for one yuan, but you don't mention it to outsiders!" He took the soy sauce bottle and a dollar from the boy's hand. The bottle is cold, just like the heart of an old man; the coins are slightly hot, just like the palm of a young man's hand. After a while, the boy took the soy sauce bottle he handed back, turned around and walked towards the door. He won this battle, completely. A trace of pride flashed across the young man's face. But the soy sauce seller stopped him from behind: "Do you think you are really better than Am I dead? " The young man's body trembled slightly and his steps paused. "Obviously, I've got soy sauce at such a low price." "Not bad." "Then I have defeated you." "It's a pity that you missed a little bit." The boy suddenly turned around, the muscles on his face twitching slightly. He seemed to realize something, but it was already too late. The soy sauce seller only smiled softly and said: "My soy sauce is sold for eight cents." A pound of money. "

The book is good, but I always feel like sometimes the previous chapter doesn't connect to the next one.

The writing of this book feels okay, there is a little bit of feeling, the jokes in it, and the way they talk, feel very realistic and very interesting, but there are too few updates now, and the number of words is also very small, so not many people will read it. My only suggestion to you is: Come on, update it! Also, please don't create a harem for the male protagonist of the novel! ! Author, please update! 💪

I have nothing to say but it looks good.

You have already been recommended, but there are still so few people. How pitiful. There are several chapters without even a comment.