A nonsensical venting novel written by Li Chuannan based on his own experience. This person named "X" is like writing a diary. Every time he is unhappy or stuck, Li Chuannan will add a chapter, as if this makes him less sad... It seems that he has become a bystander...
It has no plot, he has no resistance, he cannot move under "my" pen... A purely masochistic character... "I" will not let him die for no reason, he is just like my child...
[Zhu Qifeng: Child! I'm eight years older and still want to be a father...]
That day, "I" was given a free meal by an unreasonable customer. The boss refused to listen to me and insisted that I was negligent in my work. "My" day's salary was only seventy-five yuan, and I had to pay two hundred yuan...
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"How... How did it get deleted? What's going on?" Li Chuannan witnessed with his own eyes that the article he had just finished was deleted word by word, and he held the screen helplessly.
- "Stop writing, I've got you."
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Li Chuannan is a scary person with stable emotions. "If you don't be afraid, the worst will happen in your next life!" Is his motto.
"... Will the boss consider me to be on strike... Why don't I ask for leave!" Li Chuannan took a look, "I didn't bring my mobile phone..."
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The system has two jobs: workers in the early stage, and people in the later stage. They follow the damn master's tail and wipe the butt.
"I can't do it, but... I'm okay?"
In order to complete the match, Zhu Qifeng and Li Chuannan played various and gaudy plots one after another... Playing all kinds of people...
Zhu Qifeng thought he was here to enjoy happiness, but he didn't expect that he was going to suffer in another way...
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"Let's go home." Li Chuannan took the initiative to hold Zhu Qifeng's hand. On the contrary, Zhu Qifeng's hand, who had been outside all the time, was warm, and his own was cold. Li Chuannan subconsciously let go, "My hands are cold, so why don't you hold them and put them in your pocket."
"No, just hold it with me." Zhu Qifeng took Li Chuannan's hand and held it tightly.
"It doesn't seem so cold anymore..."
Concept: Me and "I"