My name is Deng Deng. The name means "waiting," but waiting is what I hate most. My greatest hobby is sleeping.
I should be living a peaceful life, muddling through each day, then closing my eyes in peace amid the chaos of everyday life. I shouldn't be tagging along with my troublemaking cousin Wu Xie to look for his damn third uncle!
Fate, you damn...!
Wu Xie: "Heh heh, I begged my third uncle, and now the two of us can go see the world together."
Deng Deng: "Heh. Well, thank you so much."
"Xie Deng Deng! I'm your older brother!!" Facing Wu Xie's furious roar, Deng Deng calmly picked at her ear. "Oh, you're my cousin."
The Fatty tugged on Wu Xie's arm and urged him, "Tianzhen, calm down! She's still young, you can't hit her. Just talk to her nicely, she'll listen."
Wu Xie pointed at Deng Deng, who was covering her ears, feeling so angry his chest hurt. "She's twenty! How is that young? And look at her. Does she seem like the type to listen?"
Wu Xie felt that managing Xie Deng Deng was more exhausting than looking for his third uncle. He was still so young, yet already acting like an old mother. It was a downright waste of his best years.
