I really like your sand sculpture group friends

I really like your sand sculpture group friends

Author: I won't skip next time

Introduction:

Friends in the group are reading the same novel as you

Friends in the group play the same game as you

Friends in the group share the same dog history with you

Friends in the group will comfort you when you feel wronged

Friends in the group will praise you when you succeed

Even if you want to draw your sword, your friends in the group can still follow your arguments.

The group members have beautiful girl avatars, send beautiful girl expressions, and speak like beautiful girls. If the group members are not beautiful girls, what are they?

No matter what, the group members are beautiful girls, I said.

Chapter 1 After your rebirth, your group members are very worried about you.

Struggling to open my heavy eyelids, all I could see was a familiar ceiling.

Unexpectedly, after graduating and working hard for several years, I ended up back here again.

The world is so big, but only his hometown can accommodate a loser like him.

First, wash your face, then go to the bank to see if the company has suddenly had a change of heart and paid the owed salary and severance pay.

Oh, right, there's also unemployment compensation.

Although it was a small amount, it was a lifesaver for him, who had been unemployed for a whole year.

The netizens are right; even a dog wouldn't do civil engineering.

But who could have known that in just a few short years, from 17 to 20, the reputation of this profession would undergo such a dramatic transformation?

Mo Xiangwen sighed sadly, groggily got out of bed, and staggered toward the bathroom.

I feel a little dizzy, what's wrong?

He's unemployed, so where would he get the social engagements? He wouldn't drink at all if he didn't have social engagements.

Could it be a fever? He's broke right now, can't even afford to top up his phone credit. If he really has a fever, he'll have to borrow money from his parents for medical treatment, which would be too embarrassing.

After brushing your teeth, take the towel off one side and soak it in cold tap water.

The cool towel on his face finally relieved the feverish dizziness, allowing him to regain some of his thinking ability.

I'm an adult now, so it's not appropriate to ask my parents for money. I'll just borrow some more from my silly friends in the group later.

We've been friends for seven or eight years, and we've always borrowed and returned things, so it shouldn't be difficult to borrow again.

If I can just get through this month, I should be able to cover my living expenses once I receive my royalties next month.

If all else fails, just do what the group members suggested and work for him.

Even if it's embarrassing, it's better than losing your job.

...You can't give up yet.

He put down the now-warm towel, took a few deep breaths, and tried to expel the pent-up frustration from his chest.

I tried several times, but I still couldn't succeed.

How ridiculous! The way I look in the mirror... etc.

This is...me?

The bright mirror did not reflect a sickly, dejected, unemployed youth, but rather a handsome young man with delicate features.

He was full of energy, with clear and bright eyes, looking like a handsome young man who had never experienced the harsh realities of life.

In their youth, full of vigor and vitality, brimming with scholarly spirit and boundless ambition, this poem came to mind unconsciously.

Although his memories of high school were already blurry, he was still not so bad that he couldn't even recognize what he looked like in high school.

Did he really travel back in time? Who's playing a joke on him?

"Xiang Wen, come and have breakfast." Mom's familiar voice came from the living room.

"...Okay, I'm coming right away." He replied, splashing several handfuls of cold water on his face. "Is this really not a dream?"

The family rarely gets together at the dinner table.

His father, Mo Chenfeng, is an ordinary construction worker who spends a lot of time at home.

But his mother, Zhou Xiuqin, was a factory worker who was mostly out at night.

Mo Xiangwen himself is a senior high school student and a boarding student. He spends most of his time at school and only comes back for half a day on weekends.

The three of them rarely sat together at the table to eat breakfast, but no one said a word.

He glanced at his parents out of the corner of his eye. His father looked a little tired, but his complexion was not bad.

My mother is the same; she has bright eyes and thick, black hair.

How could things have changed so much in just five or six years?

My father has varicose veins in both feet and has always been reluctant to go to the hospital for surgery, saying he wants to save money for his son's wedding. No matter how much he says he doesn't want to get married, I don't take it seriously.

My mother started saying that she could see flies in front of her eyes and couldn't see things clearly. She used bottle after bottle of cheap hair dye, but it couldn't hide the paleness at the roots of her hair.

He wanted to try his best to avoid worrying his parents, but that was just wishful thinking.

Whether he's out cleaning or back home, they're always worried about him, as if he's always the child who needs to be cared for.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, he put down his chopsticks and stammered as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin.

"I heard from my teacher that some students get more and more nervous as the college entrance exam approaches, so it's good for them to relax at home for a few days," Zhou Xiuqin said slowly.

His mother dropped out of junior high school due to family reasons, but she always spoke slowly and deliberately, much like his junior high school Chinese teacher, which gave him a stereotypical image of an old intellectual.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. The college entrance examination is not the only way out in life."

“Anyway, the teacher said you might get lucky and get into a third-tier university.” Mo Chenfeng put down his chopsticks and patted his shoulder. “I only graduated from elementary school, but I still managed to raise you. A third-tier university is still a university. Getting a bachelor’s degree is enough.”

What's going on? It seems like everyone being able to gather here today is because of him?

College entrance exam? Relax? Are these two words that can be put together?

Wait! A sudden thought struck him, and he finally unearthed this matter from some unknown corner of his memory.

Back then, he wanted to go home and play video games, so he pretended that he couldn't handle the pressure of the college entrance exam.

So the homeroom teacher contacted his parents and brought him home.

It sounds too easy, but the high school he attended was the worst ordinary high school in the city, and he was just a student in an "ordinary class".

Moreover, with the college entrance examination just around the corner, many students are experiencing psychological problems due to stress, so his situation is not uncommon.

So, after the homeroom teacher and grade leaders offered a few words of persuasion and comfort, they let them go.

To be honest, I did feel pressure during the college entrance exam, but it wasn't to the point where I couldn't handle it. My main reason for wanting to come back was to play games.

The college entrance exam is almost here, and you're still thinking about playing games. You deserve to have been a civil engineering student in a third-tier university in your past life.

Thinking about this, he felt like slapping himself twice.

"Hmm." His mind was in turmoil, and he didn't know what to say, so he just gave a vague reply.

After finishing breakfast, I returned to my familiar doghouse and stared blankly at my heavy backpack.

Goodness, with such a full backpack, he didn't even have the courage to open the zipper.

Dididi

A crisp electronic sound rang out, and he followed the sound to find his phone on the table. He subconsciously entered his unchanging password, and sure enough, it unlocked successfully.

The group chat at the top, named "[Tabletop RPG and Games]", clearly indicates in red that someone has tagged you.

This is a group chat he joined when he first started using computers in junior high school.

The number of people was not large; at its peak, there were only about ten people.

It used to be a guild group for a certain MMORPG, but as everyone quit the game one by one, the number of people dropped to five.

The reason they haven't completely disbanded is that the remaining members have some overlapping interests.

For example, tabletop role-playing games, such as Clash of Clans and Dungeons & Dragons.

For example, we play other games. Of course, we play "League of Legends" and "Overwatch" the most, but our group members also play a lot of single-player games. Recently, I've even seen them playing mobile games.

Besides that, we also chat and boast a little when we're not doing anything.

He stayed in that group until he graduated and became a corporate slave, and he remained there.

This small group has always maintained a high level of activity, generating over 999 messages for him every day.

Sometimes he couldn't help but wonder, don't the group members have to attend classes? Don't the group members have to go to work?

What was clearly a genuine question was met with the group's merciless repetition of the same answer.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: @HumanDragonUnity, I'll send you the power leveling order you requested later, remember to complete it on time.

Game boosting? Right, I think he used to earn some money for internet fees and living expenses by doing that.

After all, he was just a student and didn't have any other options. Even the boosting jobs he got were given to him by the group owner.

The group owner is the former president, probably a college student or a working professional, since I've felt for a long time that he seems to have played a lot of games.

Since it was specifically tagged in his post, no one else seems to have chimed in yet.

Why did he choose to take on a game boosting job at this time? It seems like it's because he lost his living expenses and didn't dare tell his family?

In any case, it's impossible to play games at a time like this.

He hesitated for a moment, then his right thumb danced rapidly across the screen.

Human and Dragon in One: @You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash, sorry bro, I haven't been able to play solo lately.

Almost immediately, the other party's reply popped up on the screen.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: Bro, what's wrong with you? I just found you a list.

Although I felt ashamed, the college entrance exam was the priority, so I swallowed my pride and asked my parents for living expenses, and then squeezed out some more to pay them back.

Human and Dragon in One: I'm about to take the college entrance exam. I must have had a brain fart a few days ago. I'm sorry, I'll compensate you for the money.

in vain:!!!

I stood them up!

You are not allowed to play the Holy Slash!

A touch of allure: !!!

Unexpectedly, his statement about taking the college entrance exam brought the remaining people who were hiding to the surface.

You're not allowed to play the Holy Slash: There are only 30-odd days left until the college entrance exam, why are you still asking me to take orders? What are you thinking?

Bai Bai: You played Minecraft with me until midnight yesterday... I didn't expect you to be a high school senior taking the college entrance exam, I'm sorry.

He stood me up: Young man, you're really something else.

To use an enticing suggestion: I recommend gag him until the end of the college entrance exam.

Human and Dragon in One: I ran out of living expenses and didn't dare ask my parents for more, so I decided to take on a couple of jobs to earn some extra money.

The good thing about netizens is that they can say whatever they want without having to hide anything.

After all, China is so vast that we might never meet again in our lifetime.

As for any conflict of interest, that's even further off the table.

Ding Dong

Your friend 【You're Not Allowed to Play the Holy Slash】 has transferred 1000 yuan to you.

???

The sudden pop-up message from Zhifubao startled him. He quickly clicked on it and found that his balance had indeed increased by 1,000 yuan.

Why would the guild leader transfer money to him for no reason, especially such a large sum as 1000 yuan, when it's not a guild war?