Su Mo, nineteen years old, is a delivery boy in Donghai City. Specialty: Pushing an electric car when it runs out of battery.
Late one night, an arc of electricity hit his chest - his heart stopped, then started again. After waking up, there was a voice in my head. Lazy. Poisonous tongue. Claims to have lived for a thousand years.
"I almost died. Could you please stop being such a loser? I just moved in."
Then life exploded.
Deliver food and save people. His deskmate was a cold-faced young lady who was ordered to monitor him, and she was more considerate in correcting his report than in writing it himself. The childhood sweetheart's lunch box changed from one portion to four portions at some point. Sitting in the last row of the classroom was a one-eyed boy - the left eye in his head that was dug out thousands of years ago. There is a hot-blooded girl in the arena waiting to beat him up every week. In the corner, someone draws a plus sign next to the data.
Oh, it seems that his sister is not a biological sister either.
A takeaway boy. There is a thousand-year-old spiritual god living in his mind. There were seven girls surrounding him for no apparent reason. Daily life in the city, probably.
