The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Liang Rumeng read it word by word, and images slowly appeared before her eyes.

Yan Cong was so tired that he didn't even want to talk, but his friend pulled him into the game.

The girl with the supposedly beautiful voice would call him "brother" in his ear, would deliberately get close to him, and would put all the flirtation in front of him.

She had to stand to the side and deliberately cry.

Making trouble on purpose.

They deliberately didn't give him a chance to explain.

Finally, close the door and leave him alone outside.

She knew that Yan Cong would be upset.

I also know that he might lose patience due to exhaustion.

She could leave as soon as he said, "You can leave now."

After leaving, Yan Cong no longer had to support her.

No need to think about buying a house in the future anymore.

There's no need to worry about how to give her a better life anymore.

He can spend all his money on weapon crafting.

I can focus on taking care of my grandmother.

They won't have everything go wrong because of their bad luck.

Liang Rumeng pressed her phone against her chest.

It hurts terribly there.

She was in so much pain that she didn't even dare to cry out.

She didn't want it to be like this.

She didn't want to at all.

But when she closed her eyes, those sounds echoed in her ears again.

"You jinx!"

"It's all your fault!"

"It's all because of you that I'm so unlucky!"

Liang Rumeng bit the back of her hand to stifle her sobs.

a long time.

She picked up her phone again and replied with a single word.

【it is good. 】

The camera pans.

In another rented room, a dark-skinned girl sat cross-legged on the sofa.

She looked down at the word "OK" on her phone, and a slow smile crept onto her lips.

A glint of golden light flashed in his eyes.

Followed by.

The video is split into several small windows.

The man in the floral shirt was watching videos, with a small bottle of wine beside him.

The next moment, his finger stopped.

Switch the phone screen to the app store.

Download "Honor of Kings" now.

The bespectacled boy was playing a shooting game with headphones on, calling out for his mother in the voice chat.

The next second, he threw down the mouse, picked up his phone, and opened the game where he lost ten times in a row.

Another young woman with brightly colored hair was drinking in the bar.

The bottle was just brought to his lips.

She suddenly put down the bottle, turned around and ran into the bathroom, where she also started playing the game.

Seeing this scene.

Ye Chen, standing outside the canopy, patted Yan Cong on the shoulder with a tsk-tsk sound.

"Old Yan..."

"You're really in a bad situation."

"Give us a spoiler: what's the point of Heaven doing all this to you?"

"Also, regarding that seed you mentioned, is the Heavenly Dao still targeting you?"

"What are you asking for...?"

Yan Cong looked at the sky and pursed his lips.

"Perhaps it's to give me the motivation to keep climbing higher."

"As for the seeds..."

"I guess that bastard initially assigned me targets who were all heavy-flavored, old-fashioned soy sauce."

"Most of the time, it's just preparation for the bullshit seeds that come later."

Ye Chen opened his mouth.

"So... in the original timeline..."

"It's really possible they wouldn't even spare people?!"

"Is he possessed by Third Brother?!"

"Shut up!"

Yan Cong looked at the sky again with a dark expression.

on the screen.

Young Yan Cong had just finished washing his grandmother's clothes and was hanging them one by one on the railing in the yard.

In the distance, a beam of flashlight beam swayed as it approached.

The visitor was Uncle Cheng.

"Uncle Cheng, what's wrong?"

Yan Cong's voice was somewhat low.

Looking at his tired face, Uncle Cheng swallowed the words he was about to say to persuade him to give up weapon forging.

He paused for a moment and changed the subject.

"Little Bear, your aunt is going to have surgery in a week."

"You know your brother is still in school."

"Could you and Rumeng come over together then?"

Uncle Cheng sighed.

"Your aunt may seem tough, but she's actually afraid inside."

"She was always worried that she wouldn't be able to recover from this surgery."

"So I wanted you to visit her before the surgery."

"Is it okay?"

Yan Cong pursed his lips and finally nodded.

"OK."

"Well, thank you all."

"Need not."

Yan Cong hung up the last piece of clothing.

"Uncle Cheng, if there's nothing else, I'll go inside now."

"I haven't organized today's weapon crafting notes yet."

Uncle Cheng watched him turn around and couldn't help but remind him.

"Little bear, don't push yourself too hard."

"Okay, sure."

Yan Cong agreed and turned to go inside.

Liang Rumeng leaned against the inside of the bed, her phone screen still lit up.

Yan Cong glanced at her.

She didn't turn around.

He didn't ask any more questions, but simply pulled out a chair, sat down, and took out a notebook and pen.

I had just typed the first line when my phone suddenly rang.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Yan Cong glanced down and saw it was the call from the man in the floral shirt.

He answered the call.

"Feed".

"What is it?"

"Log in, want to play a couple of rounds with me?"

Yan Cong remained silent for a moment.

"Don't you never play video games?"

"I heard my brother had a really bad day!"

"Come on, stop fiddling with your weapon-forging notes, log in and relax for a bit."

"If I keep holding it in any longer, I'll go crazy."

"Old Zhong is here too."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and the voice lowered.

"Oh, right, there's another girl over here with a really nice voice."

Yan Cong's lips twitched.

He didn't think much about how they knew he was going to have a bad day.

They assumed that Liang Rumeng had told the story, and it had been passed around until it reached the ears of the man in the floral shirt.

As for this guy asking me to play games...

It's true that he'll carry the team.

The main point is to help them pick up girls, by the way.

As for taking care of his emotions, that can only be considered a side service.

"Are you coming or not?"

Yan Cong glanced at the notes on the table.

"Come."

"Just two."

"Okay!"

The phone hangs up.

Yan Cong opened the game and turned around to ask a question.

"Baby, is the pesticide coming?"

"I'm not coming."

Liang Rumeng lay on the bed with her back to him.

The voice was very low.

Yan Cong assumed she was in a bad mood and didn't press the matter further.

The game started quickly.

Yan Cong poured all his frustration, depression, and irritability from the day into the game.

Within five minutes of the start, the enemy's jungle had completely collapsed.

They also became the ones who suffered the fate of being the slowest runners, ending up in the front row.

This action immediately prompted the girl in the floral shirt, who had a very nice voice, to speak up.

"Wow!"

"Brother is so amazing!"

"CPDD or not?"

Yan Cong frowned.

"I have a girlfriend."

"It's okay, we're just dating."

"That lady wouldn't be so petty, would she?"

Just as Yan Cong was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of someone behind him out of the corner of his eye.

Liang Rumeng sat up at some point.

Her eyes were terribly red, and she was staring straight at him.

Yan Cong's heart tightened.

"Baby, no, she just now..."

Liang Rumeng did not give him a chance to explain.

She sniffed, rolled out of bed, and turned to walk towards the next room.

Yan Cong quickly got up and followed him out.

"Rumeng, listen to me, she is—"

"Bang!"

The door closed in front of him.

Yan Cong raised his hand.

"Hey, open the door."

"Let me explain, I don't know that person at all..."

"I don't want to hear it!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

The sound of Liang Rumeng breaking down in tears came from inside the door.

"You love playing video games, right?"

"Then go play with someone else!"

"I am petty, okay!"

"Get out!"

Yan Cong's hand froze in mid-air, just a short distance from the door panel.

Hearing the crying from inside the door, a surge of anger welled up inside him.

All the fatigue that had accumulated throughout the day surfaced at this moment.

The weapon crafting failed.

People say I'm unlucky.

When I came back, the place was a complete mess.

And there's the injustice I feel right now, separated by a door, that I can't explain no matter what.

Yan Cong stood there for a few seconds.

In the end, he didn't say another word.

He turned around and went back to the next room.

"boom--"

The door closed again.

Behind the door.

Liang Rumeng was already in tears.

She covered her mouth tightly until Yan Cong's footsteps disappeared completely before slowly sliding down to sit on the ground.

next second.

She hugged her knees, and could no longer suppress her sobs.

"Waaaaah..."

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

"Yan Cong..."

"I...I really can't bring you any more misfortune..."

"Waaaaah..."