Quick Wear: Please, the host is really dedicated

After school, Zhou Zhi and Jiang Ning went home together. Zhou Zhi's family members worked in other places and they rarely saw each other throughout the year. In this way, Zhou Zhi could be considered a left-behind person.

Most of the time Jiang Ning would invite Zhou Zhi to her house for dinner, but recently something happened in Jiang Ning's family. It seemed that Jiang Ning's father had an accident on the construction site, and the whole family was very busy. Zhou Zhi naturally couldn't come and cause trouble at this time. Besides, she still had to go out to work and save money.

Five million, a headache-inducing number.

And it has to be before the age of twenty-five.

"Who can give me five million for no reason?"

"What five million?"

A sudden sound exploded in Zhou Zhi's ears. He looked back and saw that it was Jiang Ning. She was holding a bowl of noodles that was still steaming.

"How did you come?"

Zhou Zhi took the very hot noodles and turned on the old fan. The wind blew out, and the hot air swirled and slowly disappeared.

"That's right. I was thinking, how great it would be if I could have five million, so I wouldn't have to be looked down upon by others and wouldn't have to lag behind the country's development."

Jiang Ning said “Wow”: “I also want to be super super rich.”

Why I think so is self-evident.

Whether it was the pressure of his father's serious injury or Xie Feng's words, they had a great impact on Jiang Ning's future growth.

In fact, Zhou Zhi can't quite understand why talent is always found in the male protagonist in novels, while pain and poverty always exist for the female protagonist. The male protagonist only needs to maintain his character in a high position to get everything.

Is it just to portray the heroine's perseverance, positivity and beautiful character?

Everything is put on the heroine, who is placed in a weak position, as if only when the heroine is miserable enough can the importance of the hero's existence be reflected.

The character creation of the male protagonist is to appear when the female protagonist is in endless suffering and then give charity.

Zhou Zhi thought about it later and realized that it was true. If all the characters in the novel were normal, then there wouldn’t be so many stories happening.

Normal people are not suitable to appear in novels, just like modern people cannot go back to the dark and oppressive ancient society and easily succeed by just shouting "freedom and equality".

There are some things that you can't achieve just by being brave and passionate.

Zhou Zhi was slurping noodles, and Jiang Ning was smiling at her.

The rules of this world told her that Jiang Ning would encounter more inevitable suffering and setbacks, and no one could reverse it.

Why can't it be reversed?

"Because in the end..."

"She is not qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with the male lead."

Zhou Zhi was a little out of breath.

It turns out that everything Jiang Ning went through was ultimately for the purpose of achieving her goal of being with the destined male protagonist?

"Jiang Ning, thank you!"

"Are you crazy?"

As we all know:?

Zhou Zhi was silent for two seconds.

"Yes, I'm crazy. I want to crawl in the dark, twist on the ground, turn into a monkey, and swing on the branches, wow wow wow wow -"

Jiang Ning was speechless and slapped Zhou Zhi in the face. "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. You stay at home and study hard, and become a rich woman and get five million soon. I'll leave the bowl here for now, and I'll come get it when I have time."

"it is good."

?

Zhou Zhi looked at the clock and saw it pointed to six o'clock. After drinking the last of his soup, he turned to the end of the alley and bought a skateboard.

Zhou Zhi felt extremely heartbroken after buying it, as he had to spend money on a skateboard before he even earned any money.

Half an hour later, she finally arrived at an area that looked quite prosperous.

Zhou Zhi got hungry after kicking the floor on the way here, so he bought a steamed bun on the way and is now eating it while staring at the job advertisement on the telephone pole.

"No, how can there still be people sticking these posters on telephone poles where no one can see them? They are obviously fake, not pure—"

"You are being stupid!"

The exquisite language fully encompasses the thoughts she wants to express.

Zhou Zhi stopped pressing Guangzi's hand on the electric pole. She took another bite of the steamed bun and turned to look over.

"I'm sorry, Manager Li, I won't do it again next time."

"You kid, why don't you understand? If you are willing to work as a public relations officer, you won't have to worry about food and clothing--"

As she said this, she was about to put her hand on the boy.

Zhou Zhi narrowed his eyes and was so angry that he exploded before he could even see the person clearly.

"stop!"

Manager Li turned his head and a white object hit him in the face. Everything in front of his eyes went white and he could only vaguely see the figure of a girl appear, then she quickly punched him in the face.

Before I could see anything clearly, I was knocked to the ground by this inexplicable fist.

Zhou Zhi glanced up and down at the person with his back to her: "Go away, what are you looking at——"

"you......"

Seeing that he was still holding it, Zhou Zhi grabbed his hand and ran to where there were more people.

"You're so stupid! Run outside!"

Zhou Zhi was running in front like a tired dog, and the boy behind her was pulled by her to follow closely.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhi stopped: "No!"

After quickly looking at the people nearby and making sure it was safe, she let go and ran back without hesitation.

"Where are you going?"

Zhou Zhi couldn't see his face under the hat, but he felt that his voice sounded very familiar.

"Go back!"

"do not go--"

The boy stretched out his hand, but grabbed nothing. The sudden flow of people pushed them apart. He went back the same way to look for her, and saw the girl who reappeared in his sight and...

Half a steamed bun in hand.

The bag was a plastic vest bag with a firm knot tied on it, so the steamed buns inside were not damaged at all, which showed how much its owner loved it.

A bunch of black lines gradually appeared on his head, tangling together randomly.