If life really is a pool of still water, then the rock thrown into it simply wasn’t big enough.
Liu Shuai has never had any luck, from childhood to adulthood. It’s as if the God of Bad Luck gave him a lifetime VIP pass, and he’s racing straight toward the title of “Unluckiest Person of the Year.”
Fatty Wang jumps up and down in fury beside him. “Damn it! How can you be this unlucky?”
Liu Shuai sighs at the sky, utterly hopeless. “Please, give me a break… Can’t you pick someone else?”
In the distant void, the God of Bad Luck flips through his performance report with satisfaction, pats Liu Shuai’s “file,” and smiles without a word:
“Hitting those KPIs is all up to you!”
