Successful at a young age? High-spirited? However, the reality always goes against my wishes, my dreams are not realized, my girlfriend leaves, and the people around me are sarcastic, which makes me very disappointed with this world. Seeing the group of second-generation rich and successful people on the street, I increasingly feel that the meaning of my existence is just an inconspicuous spectator peeking into their glamorous lives. I finally couldn't accept this kind of life. When I said goodbye to this world and ended my life, a hollow and impactful voice came, "You are the protagonist of this world!" Got the system? Destiny? Am I the chosen one? Since then, there has been a legend in the tomato market...
