Confessions of S

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The root cause of Mu Cha's inaccurate assessment of himself as he is today lies in the time when he had a small achievement a few years ago.Being photographed by the editor of a magazine that was very brilliant when he was a child, Mu Cha officially began to contribute articles for the magazine as a newcomer who attracted much attention.The works written without much effort were appreciated, and I don't know how many years earlier than the predecessors who were struggling around, and he slapped the people who laughed at him since he was a child... The boy Successful, high-spirited, all roads seem to lead to the bright Rome.

Once a submission is accepted, I think it will be accepted again and again in this life-how did such a classic "arrogant thinking" happen to me?

He should have thought of it a long time ago. At that time, he was too complacent.

The magazine closed down soon after.Thinking about it now, it has long lost the style of Mucha's middle school period. Even when it was the first manuscript of Mucha, it was just lingering on the stump...

If you want to blame it, you can blame Mu Cha for not seeing it at that time.In fact, Mu Cha couldn't see anything at that time.I don't know what fans are, and I don't know what recognition is... As long as the work becomes a print and is on the stage of a physical publication, I feel so excited and amazing, and I am simply the king of the world.

I really miss my innocent self at that time, especially feel pitiful, it is hard to sympathize to the point of hate.

However, the dark history of Mu Cha did not stop here.After the magazine closed down, he "jumped" to another magazine with the editor who had discovered him at the beginning—his nightmare had just begun from here.

Sighing so slightly that he didn't realize it, Mu Cha unknowingly stayed in the open home furnishing store until dusk.In the shopping mall in the same building, I bought hot rock tea and fish-flavored shredded pork rice for myself—as for the man, after Mucha ordered curry chicken drumsticks, he walked in while the food was out of the pot and packed Dessert shop next door.

At first glance, it looks like a woman's shop, but Mucha has no choice - there is only this decent looking dessert shop nearby.It doesn't mean that he was so frightened, but Mu Cha remained calm on the surface, holding his chin and looking at the transparent dessert stand, but the part of his back facing the owner felt numb like a needle prick.

There were two girls who were looking at the store—they said they were girls, one was probably in her early thirties, she had soft and crisp teenage hair, and she wore ear clips. She smiled with an evil spirit that gave hope out of ruin, but her chest was very tight. Big; the other has big eyes and a slender nose. No matter how you look at it, she is a beautiful woman in her prime, but she has poor breasts.Fortunately, the two of them saw the young man in the hood walking into the store without saying a word, but they just said "Welcome" without neglect or enthusiasm.

In the end, I got a big cup of chocolate tea and lava cake - Mucha asked the man what he wanted to eat before, and the guy answered "curry and chocolate" a hundred times out of fifty times.Just about to leave the shop, "Student!" - Hearing these two words from behind, Mu Cha broke out in cold sweat.

coming.

He was the only one in the store, and the girl was screaming too loudly, so he could only turn around, with a smile of "very happy to help" on his face: "Oh, what's the matter?"

The short-haired girl raised her index finger and pointed upwards: "How about helping me think of a store name when I have time?"

"The two of us have always wanted to keep the original meaning of the current store name, but shorten it." ——The girl with small breasts showed a honey-like smile beside her.

Mu Cha raised his head:

"Please turn on when you are alone".

On the unremarkable wooden sign, it was written in a rustic cream color.

After wandering around and carrying a lot of things, Mu Cha returned to the apartment.

Finally arrived at the safezone - the moment he entered the stairs, he felt as if some weight had been lifted from his heart, and he felt an indescribable sense of relief.He won't meet any acquaintances here, and no one will greet him.

That store... probably won't go there again.

Why do you say such superfluous words?So are other people in this world...why do such unnecessary things? "Classmate, what's your name, please take care of my family in the future", "Oh, here you go! A bowl of Tom Yum Kung ramen and soup, right?"——Whenever the other party said such words, he would not go there again That store is gone.The boss's "I know you" face seemed to push him out the door.

Mucha knows that there is a popular trend now - people generally believe that connections are the only element to gain a foothold in this society, so they are happy to create connections between themselves and others every day.

Regarding this way of life, he is unwilling to judge, nor is he willing to ask whether they are all sincere.But he couldn't live like that by himself.Not only that, but whenever someone drew unnecessary threads between them, he raised his hand and tore them apart in one fell swoop.

Mu Cha opened the door, and the room was pitch black.By the way, men cannot turn on the lights by themselves.Mu Cha touched and turned on the light.

Still kneeling there.Kneeling there unexpectedly.

Hearing movement from the door behind him, the man's body trembled, as if he realized that he couldn't hold back long ago.

Mu Cha threw away the things in his hand, walked over quickly, and removed the things that restricted the man's posture.If the blood does not circulate for too long, even if you are mentally unhappy, your body will not be able to violate the laws of nature, and you will immediately fall backwards.

Admitting that he didn't do it properly this time, Mu Cha reluctantly put his arms around the opponent's arms from behind, and slowly lowered him into a fairly comfortable position.Received this kind of slow punishment as if the skin of an onion was peeled off layer by layer, and was thrown in the room like a decoration, the man still didn't complain, but kept trembling; his mouth and eyes were extremely quiet, and he didn't even look at it. Mu Cha took a look.Mu Cha bit her lower lip, wishing she could break the neck of the person leaning on her knee.

enough.

You beg me!Didn't you say that if you beg me, I will stop!

As soon as he withdrew his legs, the man's head immediately lost its support, and there was a bang, a knock.Just letting him kowtow like that, Mu Cha leaned over and slapped the ground next to the man's face—"Hey, say something, you!"

One.

two.

three.

The man who obviously liked sarcasm so much on weekdays, but barked like a dog, remained silent.

His eyes were hanging, and the corners of his mouth were too hard."I don't bother you, and you don't bother me"—as if he still has the right to refuse, as if the person who was tortured to death just now and is now pinned to the ground and can't move at all is Mu Cha, Instead of himself!

Ugly eyes.An indistinct light brown color flickered, as if shredded tobacco had melted in dirty water.

Mu Cha was trembling with anger, it felt like the gastric juice was bubbling, and the breath coming out of his mouth was hot.

"I'll kill you?" he said.

The man answered this time.Regardless of the content of their conversations and their respective positions, there is no fear at all.Supporting his body slightly with his elbows, the man raised his upper body tremblingly, and just like that got close to Mu Cha's face:

"You—do it," he said.

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He didn't have any thoughts about being forced to kneel—it's uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable, it's cold, it hurts, it's dizzy, it feels like vomiting... talk to that guy, no, don't talk to that guy said the guy.His mind was filled with these thin voices, and the man was sweating.

The door behind him slammed, a blinding white light...the light was on?That guy...is he back?The world in front of me swayed for a moment, as if in a strange vortex.He fell headfirst into a patch of warm water.

so warm.Very hot.so comfortable.don't want to leave.

But that warmth only existed for a second and then disappeared. "Thump"-I cao?Before he could make a sound, he was thrown to the floor.

"Hey, what are you talking about!" He was watching from top to bottom, and slammed the ground next to his face.The other party's gaze is quite terrifying, why, want to eat people.The man sneered.

"I'll kill you?"

"You—do it."

"Why do you keep silent? What do you want to do? I've been a bit heavy lately, but you've gotten used to it already? Do you take this matter to heart? Do you take it to heart?"

What is this? The young man in front of him seemed to be shouting, and the man suddenly became sober, "I can't talk." He replied.

"Ah?" Seeing the other party's eyes narrowed into a line due to confusion and unhappiness, he suddenly felt dark.

"Aren't I a punching bag, a punching bag is for 'pissing off'—I can't talk, can I? If it breaks, just replace it, because it's a punching bag."—and just say that.

Shut up.I'll go, that guy who has always been arrogant and aggressive, actually shut up... The man is really proud of the young man who is silent and staring at him blankly!It's a pity that he couldn't hold it anymore in less than a second-"Ahaha."

Eh?The other party looked at him in a daze.

"Haha, hahahaha...it's super simple!" Laughing so hard that the air in his lungs choked out, "It's this feeling, so it's this feeling! So it's so easy to be a person like you. Hey , Did I sound like you just now!"

"Hiss—" Hearing the sound of breathing, the other party turned into anger from embarrassment—the forehead hurt, and the young man grabbed the man's hair and pulled his face up.

He didn't even close his eyes, and pretended not to have the conditioned reflex to suffer from pain. He just squinted his eyes and looked at the other person steadfastly:

"I've always wanted to talk to you. Do you want to listen to me? You only think of others when you want to talk, and ask why others don't talk! I'm fucking fed up with your young master's temper! No matter you What do you want to say now, grandpa doesn’t take care of you! Ahh? Play me if you don’t listen to you?—”

"Let's play!"

"..."

In the next second, beyond the man's expectation, the young man loosened his fingers and threw his head away.Just stood there staring for a while.Anyway, that guy has always had either a fox face or a dead face, but now he has a dead face, his expression is clear, and he can't tell what he's thinking at all... He really has a big-name temper like a young master, and he can't react before him, and he can't act better than him , can only quietly wait for the other party's feedback.Fortunately, this time, the young man squatted down not long after, looking for his line of sight horizontally.Smiling so disgustingly, for some reason, he stretched out his hand angrily, and patted his side face:

"Be careful, Lu Wen, watch your tone. Talk to me like that again, and I'll kill you."

For some reason, he laughed too.

"You do it," he said.