"What's the point of living, Little Lin?"
This was the second ti Lin Li heard this question today.
But the problem was this ti it wasn't from soone with depression, nor a custor at the chicken farm, but from the driver taking him ho.
And along with it ca the acceleration of the vehicle beneath his butt.
Your mom.
"Uncle, don't be like this, I'm scared." Lin Li in the back seat silently fastened his seatbelt.
Where the hell did this co from? Was this still a police car? Wasn't this fucking a hearse?
He had just been curious about the profession of Demon Suppression officers, so he asked Yang Liang a re few dozen questions about salary, overti, promotion opportunities, whether work reports were easy to write, whether disputes were simple to handle, etc. It shouldn't have caused such a rapid emotional change...
Worrying psychological resilience.
Yang Liang looked deeply at Lin Li through the rearview mirror, "If you're scared, shut up."
In the conversation just now, he had said he was actually off duty and had gone ho, but ca out for overti temporarily.
As a result, Lin Li actually asked him why.
Why? As the 'culprit' of overti, don't you know?
Lin Li stopped talking and looked at the retreating street scenery outside the window, but was actually checking the system.
Task Two hadn't notified completion so far, but thinking about it, Lin Li believed the reason might be that follow-up from the Demon Suppression Bureau was still needed. After all, so pleasure demon cultivators who were off duty at ho hadn't been caught yet, not achieving the required 'clearance.'
He hoped it was as he thought.
Anyway, he had already done everything he could do best. Still, he was sowhat disappointed and dejected, thinking it would be completed imdiately.
A light sigh.
"This neighborhood, right? Get out, hurry ho, don't keep your parents waiting anxiously. Also, give my regards to your parents, and by the way, practice a new account—you little bastard are completely ruined." Yang Liang slowly stopped the car, unlocked the doors, and joked to Lin Li.
"Okay, thanks uncle. But don't worry—my dad is already gone, my mom is working outside, I'm alone at ho so no one will be anxious. As for practicing a new account, that's even more impossible." After Lin Li finished speaking, he jogged ho.
Although it was only approaching 9 PM, he had to get up early tomorrow, plus there was still so research to do on the first chapter of Eight-Stage Body Forging Technique. Lin Li was quite busy.
Yang Liang, who was about to get out for a cigarette to relax, trembled slightly, and the cigarette fell straight to the ground.
Then he extended his trembling hand, put the cigarette in his trembling mouth, tremblingly took out a lighter, and couldn't light it after trying for a long ti.
His ears still echoed with Lin Li's answer, and before his eyes appeared the image of Lin Li's lost and dejected face that he had just noticed.
Before this, he had never seen such an expression on Lin Li's face.
How sad, how sorrowful.
He turned to look at the lonely figure already in the distance, silently running toward the residential area, his lips moving but saying nothing.
Three seconds later.
"Smack!"
Yang Liang slapped his own face, "I fucking deserve to die!"
The kid's appearance just now—why had that ever-present smile disappeared? Obviously his words had hit a sore spot!
Yang Liang suddenly realized sothing. Perhaps being abstract wasn't Lin Li's intention, but just a protective shell this kid created to protect his fragile heart!
He was just a pitiful child using smiles to mask himself.
Damn it, what had he said to such a child!
As a police officer, to hurt a child like this!
I fucking deserve to die!
...
Completely unaware that his perfectly normal statent had been misinterpreted, Lin Li—whose abstractness was purely due to his natural abstract nature—was now enthusiastically perfecting the modern Chinese version of Eight-Stage Body Forging Technique.
Thanks to his dayti efforts, this didn't take much ti.
Then Lin Li formally practiced the first chapter content according to Eight-Stage Body Forging Technique in his living room—he couldn't practice while reading tomorrow, so he definitely had to morize the content first.
The translation was correct.
This ti there was no showerhead above his head, he didn't want to urinate, and there actually wasn't any warm current, but Lin Li genuinely felt a mysterious change from his body, feeling like his tendons and bones had been opened.
It wasn't that the effect was so exaggerated that one session would work. Actually, the technique itself said this required ti and sweat accumulation.
More than that, it was an indescribable mysterious feeling of promising future, his flesh seeming to express joy—Mike Tyson? Ultimately nothing special!
Practicing eight hundred tis a day, maybe he really could beco Saitama.
After a shower, a simple video call with his mom as usual, Lin Li prepared to sleep.
...
10:20 PM.
Lin Li stared at the ceiling.
Damn, lying there for forty minutes without falling asleep.
Although this morning was quite tiring, after enjoying forty minutes at the massage parlor, he wasn't that tired anymore.
Plus today's experience was quite novel, and finally being able to practice techniques not from Earth made Lin Li's brain sowhat excited.
Today was the weekend, his biological clock didn't seem to allow sleeping now.
Lin Li sighed: "Count sheep then."
...
10:40 PM.
"Five hundred sixty-two sheep, five hundred sixty-four sheep, five hundred sixty-five... your mom, how many sheep was that just now!" Lin Li suddenly sat up, energetic.
Sowhat giving up, he picked up his phone.
Their usual gaming group chat was still in voice call. He curiously clicked in.
The voice chat was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, everyone laughing and talking, except Lin Li could hear sothing about soone's mother?
Apart from mothers, classic phrases like 'waste thing,' 'keyboards throwing rice, chickens play better than you,' 'are you even human' echoed throughout.
Lin Li distinguished—among five people, only Bai Bufan was gentle and calm, not speaking.
Case solved—they were cursing him.
And starting from 1-10, he had committed an unforgivable error.
Otherwise he would definitely be stubborn.
Great opportunity. Lin Li mixed in and cursed him a few tis while everyone was talking.
"Lin Li, why are you here?" As the cursed person, Bai Bufan keenly noticed Lin Li.
"Quick quick quick, Lin Li get online, quickly replace beast Bai Bufan. Can't stand it anymore, he's beco the highest wall on our road to victory." Others imdiately said.
"Don't falsely accuse. My favorite player said League of Legends doesn't have a champion called Wall. Don't comntate here if you don't understand gas." Bai Bufan stubbornly said.
"No thanks, I have things tomorrow and need to get up early, but I can't sleep now. There's no latonin at ho, don't know what to do. Ca to see you guys, and after seeing you like this, I feel much better." Lin Li declined.
"Are you still a forum person? You need to ask about this kind of thing? When in doubt, go expand territory—hit a suburban county."
A word awakens the drear!
Was there a possibility that after such an exciting day, what was excited wasn't his big brain, but his little brain!
Lin Li directly hung up the voice call and headed to the bathroom.
Entered a website.
____.
...
Bai Bufan was a miracle doctor.
Lin Li was sleepy.
Yawning, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
...
3:20 AM.
Lin Li...
Lin Li was naturally already asleep, sleeping soundly. He had been sleeping for nearly five hours, and soon his alarm would ring.
But soone at this hour still couldn't sleep.
A few kiloters away, a woman getting up at night found her husband wasn't in bed. Rubbing her eyes, she found her husband smoking on the balcony at ho. The woman looked puzzled:
"Yang Liang, what are you doing? It's so late, why aren't you sleeping? Didn't we agree to take the child to the amusent park tomorrow?"
Yang Liang turned to look at his wife, his expression sowhat weathered.
"I want to go downstairs."
But he didn't seem to plan on taking the stairs or elevator.
The woman was startled by Yang Liang's state and quickly showed concern: "What's wrong?"
Yang Liang slapped his own face:
"I fucking deserve to die!"
Ning interview:
Hello Ning, what was your original intention for going pro?
Ning: Junior high? I never went to junior high!
Ning's wedding:
Ning's wife speaks: Please guide for the rest of our lives.
Ning: Why bring up that comntator who doesn't understand gas on such a happy day?
(I don't know what this Ning is. I just add it, since it felt interesting)
(End of Chapter)
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