I have been so unlucky all my life that even water can be squeezed between my teeth, but I barely managed to live to the age of 19.
It wasn't until one day when I went to work that I tragically discovered that the company had been wiped out again.
The reputation of the God of Mold spread so widely that I had no choice but to live on the street for nearly a month. I fainted from hunger and was finally picked up and brought home by the Black Mud Demon.
Ah, don't think too much, I paid a huge price... To become Osamu Dazai's assistant (self-improvement smile. Jpg)
The daily routine is to satisfy the brat's demands, block the gun with tears in his eyes, and stand in the middle when the Central Plains cadres are about to punch him in the face...
Now, I have been working for two years and I predicted my end at the age of 21
Either I will be exhausted to death by Dazai, or I will be annoyed to death by Dazai.
Summary: early death, early birth: D
Note: This is the if line, the heroine does not interfere with the main plot
Concept: Any coward will be hurt if he touches a marshmallow