Zhong Han had all the qualities of a boy who grew up with his childhood sweetheart, yet the passage of time left him unemployed.
He should have been a free spirit, wandering among countless beauties, drinking the Yangtze dry, and sacrificing his precious dignity to the country's magnificent landscapes. Instead, he lived an even more pathetic life than a loser.
Zhong Han doesn't blame fate for playing tricks on him. In Dou Dizhu, someone can have three twos and a pair of jokers, yet play their hand worse than a grandson. That's Zhong Han's daily life. But you can call me useless if you want. You can't call me a dumbass.
The blurb is nonsense, so feel free to skip it. Two chapters a day, at 7 a.m. and 8 p.m. Eat well and read safely. Thanks, everyone.
Also, if you've read "The Wind Gauge," thank you. I wrote this story because of it.
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He was actually the head teacher. I had a shadow of my head teacher when I was a student (??ω?? ?).
It made me laugh so hard hahahahahaha
Hey, didn't they break up long ago? If the cheating partner wasn't Song Qi at the beginning, then I don't think she was a mistress
I have liked my wife for a long time! My wife is awesome
Very good-looking, I rarely see everyday abo, so sweet (?▽?) Come on (? ??_??)?
Author, I love you! ! So damn pretty
(●'?'●)?? Finished with flowers~
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