My name is Zhou Fan, I am twenty-four years old, and I am a modern low-class social animal with extremely high standards.
I rented an old, 32-square-meter small single room in an area on the edge of a first-tier city. The bedroom, living room, kitchen, and balcony were all crowded together. The walls were yellow, the floor creaked when I stepped on it, and the balcony window was not tightly closed. When it was windy or rainy, it whined like a whistle. The monthly rent is 900 yuan, not including water and electricity bills. It is the cheapest and least picky place I can find.
No background, no savings, no girlfriend, no temper. I work as an e-commerce customer service person at work and get scolded 80 times a day. I can't get over the takeaway guy after get off work, I don't dare to raise my head when walking, and I have to walk around stray dogs in the community. I'm the kind of character who is immediately drowned out when thrown into a crowd, and doesn't even count as a passerby when thrown into a story.
My only hobby is reading martial arts novels while lying in bed at night. Jin Yong, Gu Long, and Liang Yusheng went back and forth, dreaming that one day they could learn one and a half moves and not seek to dominate the world, until one day...
