Read to Become a Saint! Exposed by Junior Sister!

I am a 28-year-old girl. I graduated from an ordinary three-tier college with a deposit of 80,000. I have 6,000 left after deducting three insurances and one fund every month, and he still has 6,500 after deducting three insurances and one fund. Our provident fund is very low, very low, and it is based on the lowest price. I save money hard, but I only have less than 80,000 in savings. I have been with my boyfriend for four years. We met in college and joined the same company after graduation. Our status as classmates and colleagues gradually brought us closer. From the moment we met until now, we have no flowers, no red wine, no romance, no travel, only the same plainness. We have been renting a house. When we are lucky, we can rent it for a year. When we are not lucky, we have to move two or three times a year. Sometimes during the day and sometimes at night, we have been embarrassed to wait for the truck in the heavy rain with a lot of luggage. I buy clothes and shoes online, which cost tens of dollars, and occasionally I buy some high imitations. Sometimes we get off work very late, and the two of us will go to Yang Guofu Malatang, which is 1 kilometer away. After all, the 25 yuan Malatang is always better than instant noodles, and cheaper than two servings of Shaxian. I think if my life has a taste, it must be spicy. Four years later, the most expensive meal I remember was the Western food served by Haokelai. I ordered the salt and pepper steak for 120 yuan, and he ordered the signature steak for 155 yuan. That day we held our fantasies about the future, gave ourselves the best encouragement, and talked to each other about our future dreams, but life is really difficult. Even if we are all trying to be frugal, make money, and save money, it is really difficult. On the Dragon Boat Festival in 2022, he told me that he had saved one hundred thousand, and he said he wanted to buy a house. I asked him if our combined savings of 180,000 would be enough for a down payment. I will be 29 in one month and he is already 30, but now I seem to have seen things in the next 30 years. The night before the Spring Festival holiday last year, we chatted for a long time. When he got on the plane, for the sake of the hometown he never forgot, I would quietly get on the train and go back to the hometown where I was born and raised. I will probably not contact him again in the future. I will disappear into his world, as if I have never been here. Maybe I am too tired, and I cannot be that persistent girl. A few years ago, when my parents found out that my boyfriend was from another province, they disapproved of it and always had arguments when I went home every year. Until I lied to them and said that my boyfriend was not from another province but from our local area, the arguments between my parents and I finally subsided. We are both very hard-working people, and we have also thought about getting married together. We have even thought about what our children will be called in the future. They will be called mom first, and then daddy first. But we never thought it would be so difficult. Maybe some people will say that I dislike the poor and love the rich. Maybe some people will say that I look down on him for not making money, but life does not allow us to be without money for a moment. Every year, I have to worry about whether the rent will increase next year and where to live. You will often dream about those nights when it rained lightly. We were dragging our suitcases, just like the little ducks in the storm we had seen when we were children. We were leaning on our sides, leaning against the bus stop, looking ahead. We didn't know when the vehicles coming would take us to the next place. Our world was still so dark. I didn't see the dawn. I thought that I don't want the morning light. Give me a street light, or let me anesthetize myself. But no, really no, I really didn't see it. When I returned home during the Spring Festival holiday, I lingered at the elevator door for a long time. I don't know why, but I didn't dare to press the floor to go home. I hesitated for a long, long time. Maybe God thought it was too embarrassing for me to do this, so he specially arranged for my mother to go downstairs. I wore a mask and lowered my head, but she still recognized me at a glance. She happily grabbed my hand and talked about why I didn't tell her in advance when I came home, so she didn't have time to make the bed. She said I had lost weight again and complained that I didn't know how to wear gloves. Dad is still the same. He likes to sit on the balcony and read martial arts novels. Sometimes he will pass by the kitchen to look at my mother and me. I asked him, what are you looking at? He said, I'm looking at a bird, and I said I can't fly. Halfway through the words, I burst into tears for some reason. During the meal, my father asked me if I would still go out next year. I couldn't say no. The moment I finished speaking, my father's wrinkles seemed to have diminished a lot. From graduation to today, I have unknowingly owed a lot of money to many people, including my father and my mother. It seems that since working, I have to argue with them every year when I go home, forgetting that I am also their support, forgetting that they are getting older. This year I owe another person, the boy who wears glasses and loves to laugh, the boy who blushes after taking a sip of beer. What will happen to him in the future? Will you remember me? What will happen to me in the future? Will I forget him? Bury everything in your heart, time is like a millstone, grinding them away bit by bit, after all, they have passed. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, my uncle asked me to go to work in his city. I thought about it for a long time, but I still refused. Maybe it was fear, worrying about the irritability of a certain street, and meeting a familiar figure from behind. Dad asked me, what do you want? I thought a lot. What did I want originally? Do I want a family? I put on the mask again, quietly went out, and stood under the bus stop. In this afternoon with only wind, no drizzle and no street lights, I looked at the car that arrived in the distance at an unknown time. I sat in the middle row again and watched the unfamiliar people, walking up and down. With the roar of the car, they walked around and around the route around the city. Maybe I was too bad. The driver's uncle asked me, girl, are you lost? I seemed to have nodded, or maybe I shook my head again, and nodded again. It must have been stupid. The next night, my father asked me what I needed again. I said buy me a car. My parents were very happy when they heard my answer. Maybe they thought I was finally considering getting married, but only I knew that all I wanted was that I didn't want to wait anymore and I didn't know when the bus would show up. I seemed to have lost a lot of things. I lost myself and my love. After all, I was a failure. If you can, don't lose yourself like me. I am very grateful to the author. He made me see that a little junior sister who left home alone can meet a senior brother who cares about him and can give him all the tolerance. Even though she was stupid and didn't know when I would meet such a senior brother. Thank you to the author. To the author, and also to everyone in front of the screen, thank you for meeting me.

Please, don't show off your primary school student's poetry skills. It's so disgusting. It's so obvious that it doesn't fit the context and you have to write it out. Don't you feel stiff? I can only use those two sentences in total, and I have to write all kinds of embarrassing things

No, if you have to add a stupid setting, then after the death of the peak master, why should the sect keep this peak to raise a fool for ten years. Then he inexplicably asked a fool of unknown level to recruit a disciple. It's really not as good as a short video article, the kind that accepts white-eyed wolves in the past life but doesn't accept them after rebirth, the beginning is better

In fact, this kind of novel is suitable for novices and can be read without thinking.

What? What are you writing nonsense about? If the author didn't write it clearly, it's the author's fault. Anyway, I was poisoned to death. I simply summarized the poisonous points I saw and couldn't stand it anymore. First of all, what kind of position is Ksitigarbha? Can anyone hold it? The protagonist is in the Sixth Realm, but the little junior sister came up to the Second Realm and was killed by thousands of troops. Secondly, what is the protagonist cheating on? If you read this correctly, the protagonist himself said that he has not reached the eighth realm now. He may pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger. Looking at his skills, he should be at the eighth realm. From six realms to eight realms in six years. The child I took in six years ago went from six years to the seventh realm, and the span from the seventh to the eighth realm was very high? Who is it hanging on? Traveling through eight suspected realms for ten years, a child was randomly adopted for six years and seven realms. Who is the protagonist? You should make it clear that I am the protagonist. Don't let me see it from the perspective of a bit player, okay? Finally, do you want to take a look at what that Sutra Pavilion is? The protagonist's sect is the strongest in the sixth realm, right? The Sutra Pavilion has books that go directly to the fourth and fifth realms, right? Logically speaking, it should be an important place for the sect, but it should be guarded by a protagonist who even the sect considers to be uncultivated? Thirty-six peaks and seventy-two mountains? A person who is considered to have no cultivation is guarding a mountain alone? What do you want to do? What do other people eat? How did this sect survive? The eternal giants of the Eight Realms, oh yo, there are really ten Eight Realms coming to this conference, each of them dominates the world. I literally cried to death.

The introduction is not attractive, especially the last sentence. Times have changed. I can only say that it may be a studio article.

It's a bit poisonous, but it's also pretty. It's poisonous and pretty at the same time, ugh.

I read the introduction and read a few more books. Isn't this the fantasy version of Dragon King? Behind him is the aloof Dragon King. In front of the public, he is just a piece of trash. So who exactly is reading this kind of novel here?

The writing style of this book has a feeling of being in the 20s, and it also smells like the tomatoes next door. If you like this style, you can read it.

I would like to ask if the data for this book was purchased. 🤔

After reading a novel for a long time, I just read the comments to see if it is good or not before reading the novel. Some authors set a fan score to be able to comment, so that you can know the level of the book.

This is a novel full of energy, and I feel like I am back to when I first read the novel more than ten years ago, haha

The sect had no strength and was bullied. The protagonist hides his own strength but calls the sect spineless.

A novel written 10 years ago, the urban Dragon King template has been given a new skin

Reading this book can easily lower your IQ 😒

This book seems to make me 10 years younger and go back to ten years ago

Xiaobaiwen, water, holy mother, poison, so many elements combined = excellent product

Write 67 chapters of a fight. You know how to fight. You are obviously crushed by the fighting power.

I laughed when I saw the first two chapters. Isn't this a routine n years ago? 😏 I also wrote a few books like this in high school. The starting realm is clearly marked for you. On the surface, it is the setting of the old Bidden behind the garbage. Everything from Buddha to devil is drawn out. The author is really awesome. You can practice whatever you want, right? But it can be seen that at least there is no random writing. At least there is no way to write so much 😏

It's a bit false. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is like the current National Archives Bureau. The security guards of the Archives Bureau can read the files at will?

I think this book is quite good, but the update is too slow.

All I can say is that this profile is awesome 😅

Gorgeous wording, empty content, no desire to read

I really can't watch it with my brain, my feet are on the ground.

Well written, I haven't read such a comfortable book in a long time

The writing is just for beginners. In the introduction, I have the nerve to say that beginners should be careful when entering.

It's well written and beautiful. I'll give you a monthly pass. Keep up the good work and wait for it to explode.

The poison is real poison. Starting from Chapter 16, you can feel the author's mental state through the detailed description and character dialogue. I was forced to withdraw before I even saw the listing notice.

I can't stand it anymore. The subject matter is very good. I don't know why I had to create such a junior female protagonist so early. He is also inexplicably the true identity of Ksitigarbha. Too inconsistent

"Reading to become a saint!" I was exposed by my junior sister and died without a complete body!