[The King's Avatar] Shen Yuehan

This was the first story I ever wrote, and it's a cringeworthy relic of my past. Later, I found time to revise the opening chapters, so the beginning and ending are fairly solid, but the middle is awkwardly stuck in its unedited state. The first part is quick transmigration, while the latter part returns to the original body. I suggest you only jump in if you've truly run out of things to read. Honestly, I don't have the nerve to look back at the earlier chapters. They're kind of embarrassing. It's all thanks to my hardworking reader angels constantly urging me to update, and their devoted love for my big Full-Time Job project, that I still haven't given up on finishing it. Synopsis below: My left hand gripped my trembling right hand tightly. No matter how powerful you are, you can only bring out your strength if your hand speed is up to par. With my current hand speed, how could I still deserve the name "Berserk"? I pretended not to care and smiled. "Heh... That was a long time ago." "Are you really not coming back?" Ye Xiu still had his back to me. I couldn't see his expression, but I didn't miss the hope in his words. No. I'm an adult now. I'm done with games. The words were already on the tip of my tongue. I opened my mouth, turning them over a few times, but I just couldn't bring myself to say them. Such a short refusal, and yet it was so hard to speak. Through my blurred vision, the sound of Su Muqiu's shoes scraping against the ground suddenly rang clear. A nameless pang seized my heart. Before I could wipe the tears from my eyes, I saw that white figure bend down. Then came the shrill screech of tires against the pavement, the sound of something heavy being struck, and pages fluttering in the wind before falling hard to the ground. Whatever it is, once you bear a life, it becomes a heavy burden. Ever since I dropped my phone once, his was the only number I had saved. I thought that as long as I had his number, I wouldn't have to worry about anything. That guy would come running to help me, no matter what. I promised you everything, but you never took it to heart. He still showed no reaction, but I finally noticed that the cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the end, leaving a long ash. He had been frozen in that pose for ages, without even flicking away the ash. So he wasn't indifferent after all. So I wasn't someone insignificant to him. But was it too late to realize that now? The distance between us was more than just this hallway. A sharp pain rose in my heart. I looked at him across the short hallway, at his rigid body, and my heart softened in spite of myself. My eyes began to sting. I wanted to say that I'd only said those words on purpose, that I didn't really mean them, that I just wanted to provoke you a little. But what came out was, "Take care of yourself." Ugh, my stupid mouth...