The comic artist Tang Jiangjiang, whose work Wen Hang had been following lately, started a new series,
titled “What's It Like to Be Hit On by Someone Who Has No Game?”
It was an irregularly updated comic, but as Wen Hang followed it, the story felt more and more familiar. He could even predict what Tang Jiangjiang would post in the next chapter.
Because the male lead was him.
#WhatDoesItFeelLikeToBeWrittenIntoABookByYourFavoriteAuthor#
And after seeing all of Tang Jiangjiang's complaints,
#SomeoneWho'sBeenPursuingMeLatelyKeepsMakingMeSpendHisMoney#
#WhyWouldAnyoneWantSomeoneElseToSpendTheirMoneyThePointIsHeDoesntEvenHaveMuchMoneyToSpend#
Wen Hang: *sobs*
After twenty-eight years of life, Wen Hang, whom his friends called a stingy bastard, met a girl one day and found himself wanting to spend money on her. For a stingy bastard in love,
that probably means, “The money I earn is for you to spend.” (Important point: I can't even spend it myself!)
