No SystemUrbanShuangwenBlackened
In my previous life, I was a good guy in everyone's eyes.
No one wants to do the dirty work, and I am the first to raise my hand. My colleagues took the credit from me, but I smiled and said thank you for your hard work. When a friend borrows money and refuses to pay it back, I say there is no rush. Even if it was a life-threatening job like exploring a secret place, the captain glanced at me, and I reflexively said: I'll go.
I thought sincerity could be exchanged for sincerity.
Until I was pressed under the ruins of the secret realm, and I heard the people I helped chatting above my head - "Let him go because I think he is a good person. If it were someone else who would come out and not scold me? Just him, it would be his honor to let him take the back seat."
Laughter seeped down from the cracks in the rocks, burying me.
I lay in the dark for a long time and used my last strength to curse for the first time in my life.
Then I opened my eyes and went back to three years ago.
A colleague was putting a stack of documents on my desk: "Wang Qian, help me do this."
I picked up the document and tore it up in front of him.
In this life, I will no longer serve.
