[The entire novel is being revised and will be reposted]
One-sentence summary: A guardian deity top meets a scientific materialist bottom.
Tang Yuanqing has been dogged by bad luck since childhood: he trips on flat ground, cuts his hand while chopping vegetables, and always runs into trouble whenever he goes out. His family fell on hard times, he was repeatedly cheated out of money, and no matter how many part-time jobs he took, he couldn't keep up with the rate at which companies went bankrupt...
It's a miracle he made it to twenty-four.
His friends all urged him to burn incense and pray to turn his luck around.
Tang Yuanqing, however, doesn't believe in supernatural nonsense. He trips because he has flat feet; his family fell on hard times because his parents' investments failed; the lights in his house flicker in the middle of the night because the wiring is old...
In short, there's nothing in this world that science can't explain!
Until one day, he ran into a criminal.
There were seven or eight people there, but he was the only one held at knifepoint.
Just as the criminal lost control and prepared to take everyone down with him, a man suddenly stepped forward and subdued him in no time.
Tang Yuanqing had narrowly escaped death and was immensely grateful, but his savior only said with a grave expression, "There's no need to repay me. But from your face, I can tell that your fortunes in wealth, officialdom, romance, and longevity are all rather poor."
Tang Yuanqing's face darkened on the spot: He'd met a fraud.
Out of politeness, Tang Yuanqing asked, "So what should I do?"
The man handed him a portrait. "Worship this deity, and you may be able to ward off disaster."
Tang Yuanqing looked down. The handsome young man in the portrait had an extraordinary bearing, and was clearly a self-portrait of the man standing before him.
Tang Yuanqing: ...This isn't a fraud. He's insane.
2.
Qiao Sheng is a guardian deity, charged with protecting the order between yin and yang, between life and death.
He keeps to himself, feared by both gods and ghosts. There's only one mortal who dares to point at his nose and scold him:
"Don't believe in getting rich overnight! I'm not buying this lottery ticket, and don't even think about trying to game the system!"
Qiao Sheng stared at the seven million he'd tossed into the trash and fell silent.
There's a reason some people have been unlucky for lifetimes.
Archived on January 11, 2023
Tips:
1. Tang Yuanqing is the bottom, Qiao Sheng is the top. Happy ending.
2. A silly, mindless, sweet little treat, all sugar and no ice.
3. The setting is fictional. Just have fun with it; don't overthink it.
4. Everything in this story is made up. Please believe in science.
Theme: Believe in science, believe in love
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Reading the text, I just want to know which chapter Seven Million is in
I won't update it at all. I'm very interested in reading the text. I feel that being a bad guy means I'm different in the world. But he's still a bit unlucky. After all, I've never been held hostage (preferably never in my lifetime). I'm an everyday unlucky person.
Throw in the same flavor of Huandan for pre-collection, and click to collect it to help sprout =3=. "I, the leader of the martial arts alliance, make money!" 1 Xi Pian, the eldest young master of the Xi Group. He had lived well and prosperously for twenty-four years, but a phone call changed his life. On the phone, the lawyer informed him of two things: 1. His father died of a heart attack. 2. In Xi Dong's will, he left the entire Xi Group with a market value of tens of billions to his sister, and passed on the position of "leader of the martial arts alliance" to him. Three days later, the newly promoted "Martial Arts Leader" Xi Pian was thrown out of the house penniless, holding a martial arts secret book priced at eighteen yuan and doubting his life. The title page of the book reads: "Xi Pian, my son, if you want to survive, you need to practice this skill. It is a priceless treasure and will be burned after reading it." Xi Pian:...? Am I crazy, or is my dad crazy? 2 After reading the book ten times, he had to accept the reality: martial arts novels are all lies. In modern society, practicing martial arts is worse than begging. The house leaked and it rained all night. The eldest young master, Xi Pian, was hit by a car three times and almost killed four times in one week of working. On the eighth day, Xi Pian was blocked by a group of people at the entrance of the alley. Xi Pian showed her trouser pockets which were cleaner than her face and explained: "Brother, you have found the wrong person. I have no money." The leader with the scarred man sneered: "That's right, you are the one to be killed, Alliance Leader Xi." Xi Pian: Huh? Seeing that he was about to explain it, suddenly a long-haired man with a sword rushed to the hero to save the beauty. He raised the knife and dropped it, leaving corpses lying on the ground. The next second, the young hero picked up Xi Pian's waist and flew three meters high. Xi Pian looked at the handsome face so close and thought to herself: The martial arts drama is honest and I can't deceive it. Just be crazy. Cp: (Beautiful, weak and miserly talkative) Shou Xi Pian