Zhuo Bufan has been feeling rather frustrated lately.
First, all kinds of beautiful schoolgirls keep crying and begging to marry him. Is getting married really the only thing you aspire to?
Next, Western medicine experts and families of traditional Chinese medicine keep begging him to take them as disciples. Is becoming someone’s disciple all you know how to do?
Finally, assassin kings and street thugs keep shouting that they’ll turn over a new leaf. If chanting slogans were enough, what would you need me, Zhuo Bufan, for?
Zhuo Bufan looks up to the heavens and sighs. Is it really so hard to live a quiet little life? Do you have to make me so ridiculously cool and awesome?
