My name is Li Bufeng. But my mom says I have to change it to Li Xiangfeng, because “How can a young person who doesn’t want to go crazy expect to date in this day and age?”
If blind dates are a scam, then I choose to be the pig.
It’s 2026, a year when even God is scrolling through short videos.
Today is the 108th time I’ve been forced to go on a blind date. Here’s the score from the previous 107: I scared three people into the ICU (I was only showing off my 2TB collection of cyberpunk memes); twelve called the police on me (I suggested our first date take place on a manhole cover beside a public toilet’s septic tank, “to test their digestive health”); all the rest fell apart during the “your mom” and “my mom” phase.
