King of 25 Cubs

#How can I earn millions a month? #

When I saw this question on a forum I often hang out with, I put two goji berries in a Coke cup to brainwash myself that drinking it would be healthy, and then I drank it all in one gulp.

I hiccupped contentedly, and I began to type and pour water——

1L (anonymous):

Thank you for the invitation, I'm in Yokohama, I just got off the tram.

I am a social animal with a monthly income of tens of millions. I hold a management position in the company. When I am the busiest, I work overtime seven days a week, and my hair has gradually become scarce.

My boss was even more ruthless. He once replied to work emails while sleeping. He even famously said: If you don’t leave work, you don’t have to go to work again, and if you don’t sleep, you don’t have to get up again.

Coinciding with the economic bubble, it is really not easy to make money. I know that some people will be bitter.Believe it or not, I can only say that most of the unhappiness in the world is due to the incompetence of the person involved.

People just don't talk about it. As soon as I typed this text, my boss called me.After I hung up the phone, the reply on the screen had already been arranged into a family recognition meeting——

2L (Dad of five):

Is there any way to make money without killing people, can you recommend it?It would be even better if it is text work.

3L (hangover):

Hmph, the first floor is a liar at first glance, you don't even draft a lie, and you still take the tram with a monthly income of tens of millions?

My wife is from Yokohama, so don't be anonymous if you have the ability!

4L (I am also trying to find dead ducks today):

Are you short of money on the 2nd floor?I swipe someone else's card to feed you~

5L (Why did my girlfriend break up with me when she came back after a month of disappearance???):

I agree with the point of view of the first floor.I am a high school student and a part-time graphic model. My income is not as high as a floor, but it is not bad. It is enough to buy limited-edition basketball shoes that I have been looking forward to for a long time.

By the way, who can pay attention to my nickname, I am very confused now.

6L (I am also trying to find dead ducks today)

Upstairs, look at the green above your head (///▽｀)ノ～

……

I hiccupped again, and suddenly felt that the Internet was connected by a thread, and the fate was really wonderful-I knew several of them in the reply.

In order of replies, they are: my neighbors, employees of my master's company, my ex-colleagues, and my ex-boyfriend.

There are too many people in the circle, so let's hide.

Before going into details about them, let me introduce myself first.

My name is Takaho Yuka, and I was just an ordinary jk more than a month ago... well, maybe not so ordinary, after all, few high school girls have experienced the level of despair of a suicide attempt.

For various reasons, I decided to give up my life and commit suicide by cutting my wrists.

I left a suicide note, sent the parrot I had raised for many years to a pet hospital, filled the bathtub with hot water, and lay down in it. The moment I was surrounded by warmth, I felt unprecedented peace of mind.

Farewell to my mother who abandoned me.

Farewell to the teacher who sexually harassed me.

Farewell to my classmates who bullied me.

Farewell to the boyfriend who never answers the phone.

Farewell, this world of oxidative decay.

I took the sharpest kitchen knife at home and gestured to my wrist, imagining how to make a beautiful incision, and suddenly remembered that this knife had cut chicken buttocks and pig intestines not long ago.

I got up in disgust, dripping water all the way, and ran barefoot to the kitchen to change a knife.

When I lay back in my warm embrace again, I suddenly remembered that this knife had scratched fish scales not long ago. I leaned over and smelled it, as if I could still smell a fishy smell, so I went back to the kitchen.

This time I chose carefully, and finally picked up a beautiful fruit knife - black lacquer, with beautiful streamlines, and the tip of the blade glowed coldly under the lamp.

I bought it at the beginning because it looked beautiful, and I kept it on the knife holder and couldn't bear to use it.

Such a beautiful knife, as a weapon for my death, I think Bel has face.

Life needs a sense of ritual, even if you are going to die.

When I got back to the bathroom, the water was already cold. I refilled a tank of water, lay back shivering, smiled contentedly, and slashed my wrist with the knife.

...grass, not sharpened.

The spicy chicken merchant, when I was shopping online, I promised to help me sharpen my knife, but I don’t have a whetstone at home!

I went back to the bedroom, added a paragraph in the suicide note to accuse the merchant, and opened the online shopping app to give the last negative review in my life.

Afterwards, I went to three supermarkets, and finally bought a whetstone. I sharpened the knife while sneezing. When I returned to the bathroom, the water was cold again. I turned the faucet, only to realize that the water had stopped.

It is no exaggeration to say that I cried with a whoosh.

How unlucky can a person be?

I, Takaho Yuka, made up my mind to die on my 15th birthday, but in the end I gave up my sword and cried bitterly.

I didn't cry when I was preparing for the work before, and my calm state of mind was like accepting that I am a terminal cancer patient who is not far from death.But I don't know what happened, but at this moment, tears suddenly fell.

I was crying to fill the bathtub, and the cockatiel I raised before somehow flew back, landed on my shoulder, rubbed its little head against my face, and said in a strange voice: "Beauty, smile. "

I cried even harder.

Probably, God has not completely given up on me, this trash.

Suicide is like fighting a war. It requires one effort and then one exhaustion.After several delays, I have given up the thought of dying.

On the second day after my suicide attempt, I quickly took a leave of absence from school, changed my phone number, and took my love bird to a strange city where no one knew me.

Where there are no acquaintances, even the air exudes a fragrant breath of freedom.

I was walking casually on the street, passing a gym, and saw a female boxer on a big poster. Her biceps and vest line made people feel very safe, and the confident and bright smile on her face made me envious.

I suddenly realized that the reason my life has become so bad is all because I am so bad.

So I freely resolved to become strong enough to tear those bastards apart.

If it can change my life, I will pay any price.Isn't it just 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats and 10-kilometer long-distance running every day? Even if I become bald, I am willing!

[Become bald, do you really want to? 】

I faintly heard this sentence when I was so exhausted that I was finally able to scratch the Sanda coach after a month.

[System 007, upon hearing your call, will serve you wholeheartedly, just call me Xiaoqi. 】

[As long as you sign this 50-year labor contract, Xiaoqi will create a comprehensive strengthening plan for you. 】

···

People really can't set flags indiscriminately.

So this is not a counterattack routine of a frustrated girl who is bald but still has no regrets, and finally reaches the peak. At least after becoming bald, I regret it very much.

For some reason, the system is collecting various human emotions, so it asked me for help. Based on the principle of mutual benefit, it will help me make a plan to become stronger.

I didn't know the price of hair when I was young, but after signing the contract, all my hair disappeared.

It's really that kind of baldness!There is not a single hair left, the kind of baldness with a bare head that can be used as a light bulb!

[When the 50-year contract expires, the host's hair will return to its original state. 】

The 007 system comforts me with its flat electronic sound.

[Walking around the world with a bald head can reshape your strong heart, making you invincible from all poisons and no longer afraid of the eyes of others. 】

I touched my head, which was as smooth and soft as the skin of my face, and I felt like dying.

[Your task is to travel to different worlds and execute the task list sent to you by Xiao Qi. 】

"What task? Is it difficult?"

[Your physique, body skills, reaction ability, and mind all need to be exercised and strengthened. After Xiaoqi's calculation and analysis, the most suitable task theme has been selected for you-the king of the [-]th boy! 】

All in all, my mission is to be a [-]-year-old boy in each world.

The so-called king of the second and fifth is to practice the splits between multiple organizations.

Sometimes if I don't force myself, I don't even know that I can be a horse.

50 years of hard work and a bald career have improved my skills, increased my knowledge, thickened my face, broken my integrity, lowered my lower limit, and left countless "bald strong" beautiful legend.

These 50 years have also turned me into a salted fish who has no dreams and just wants to eat and die after retirement.

After the contract expired, I returned to the original world. As soon as the phone restarted, I received countless unanswered calls and messages.

Dengtuzi—the parrot I keep, I don’t know what’s wrong with it, it calls everyone "Beauty", so I gave it this name—it flew to me, looking down at me with condescending eyes Seeing that I ignored it, I flapped my wings and grabbed my head with a beak.

Hiss, it hurts a bit.

"Got it, I'll feed you right away... Hey, stop pecking, if you dare to break a hair, I'll make you soup tonight."

I muttered in a low voice, waved away Deng Tuzi, and looked at the information on my phone while thinking about how to start my wonderful retirement life tomorrow.

There were reminders for utility bills, bank transfers, spam emails, and missed calls and messages from the same person.

- my boyfriend.

To be honest, these 50 years of experience are so "wonderful" that I almost forget what my boyfriend looks like. If I didn't see his photo on my mobile phone, I might not recognize him when I bumped into him head-on.

I didn't call back, just sent the other party a message about an interview tomorrow, and then turned off the phone again.

Although I am a salty fish, I still have a beginning and an end in doing things.

For example, turning your boyfriend into an ex-boyfriend.

What kind of boyfriend do you want? Is it because the game is not fun or the comics are not good-looking?

···

The next day, I arrived at the coffee shop where I had an appointment with my boyfriend 2 minutes early.

"Beauty, I seem to have seen your picture on the Internet, are you Haichang's school belle?"

I looked up and glanced at the boy at the table who had struck up a conversation.

Who is this person, I don't know, I haven't seen it.

There are many beautiful people in Kanagawa Prefecture, and there are several Haichang school girls on average every year, both men and women, who knows which one he is talking about.

"You are prettier than the photo! May I add your LINE?"

I gave the boy a polite but perfunctory smile, and his eyes suddenly became more eager.

"Handsome guy, you've got the wrong person."

"Hey, how is it possible?" He pulled out the photo on his phone and showed it to me: "This is obviously you."

The girl in the photo has long straight hair like winter snow, plum red eyes like petals, and a mixed-race Eastern European face that is obviously non-Asian. She wears white pompom earrings, and her bangs are tilted to one side, almost covering one eye.

She was wearing Haichang's uniform skirt, a plaid scarf, and a heavy coat with a furry collar to avoid the cold.

With her hands behind her back, the girl seemed to hear someone calling her, so she looked back in the cold wind.

I think the direction those eyes are looking at must be someone she likes.

Because the girl in the photo is indeed me, whether it is the upward curve of the lips, the stretched eyebrows, or the eyes warmed by the sunset, they are all very familiar.

It's a pity that I don't remember this scene for a long time, and I have never uploaded photos on social networking sites. This is a sneak shot, which violates my portrait right.

No, I will have to look online later, if it is commercialized, I will have to pay a copyright fee no matter what!

But now...

I smiled and pulled the phone out of the boy's hand. The action was so fast that the boy didn't react at all.

"I didn't see it clearly, let me take a closer look."

I deleted the photo permanently, and I returned the phone to the boy, crossed my fingers against my chin, and put on an innocent expression:

"Handsome guy, I didn't find the photo you mentioned?"

The boy showed an angry expression: "Huh? Obviously you just deleted—"

I suddenly waved to the street outside the glass window: "Kise-kun, this way~"

Then she turned her head and smiled apologetically at the boy: "I'm sorry, my boyfriend is here."

I blinked, clasped my hands together, and lowered my voice: "My boyfriend is very jealous. He will get angry when he sees my photo in other boys' place. Don't say it, please, please~"

I was acting cute, and the boy's anger disappeared. He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "It's my fault to keep your photo, I wish you a happy date...Well, if I meet you again next time, can you add you friend?"

I bent my eyes and said in a long and ambiguous voice: "I hope we can meet again."

I won't give you contact information if I meet~

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the handsome blond boy glanced around and walked towards me with precise aim.

"It's been a long time, I'm sorry, Yuka."

Kise Ryota pulled out a chair, sat across from me, called the waiter and ordered a glass of orange juice.

"The studio didn't let anyone go, saying that I didn't take a good photo... Well, I saw you talking to him just now, do you know each other?"

His eyes fell on the back of the boy who had hit on a conversation before.

"I don't know, I asked for directions."

I stirred the milk froth in the coffee and said casually.

Huang Lai looked at the man suspiciously again, but didn't investigate further.

"Why did Xiao Yuka suspend school suddenly last month, why didn't you tell me?"

He was biting the orange juice straw, puffing his cheeks, half complaining and half worried: "Are we dating? But Xiao Yuka never told me about herself, which made me very frustrated as a boyfriend. "

I reflected for three seconds and nodded in agreement: "It's really because I didn't do well."

"so--"

"So Kise-kun, let's break up."

The boy opposite had a blank expression for a moment.

"Wait, what did you say?"

He blinked, surprised.

With a stern face, I said bitterly and bitterly: "You were three points higher than me in the Chinese test last time, which made me feel ashamed. I feel that I am not good enough for you, so let me score."

"what--???"

The author has something to say:

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Long conclusion:

"Today's Yokohama is also very nuclear-peaceful" cp Zai

"Professional death momo sauce" cp slaughter

"818 My God Inspector Who Came Back in a Vest" cp Crane

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The practice of opening pits for collection~

Grandpa and mother hear that daughter is coming, and I come to ask for collection.

On the wedding night in the bridal chamber, I come to collect it.

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, I come to collect the strong man.

Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets come to me for collection.

Life is unsatisfactory, why not ask me to collect it.

I am born to be useful, and I come to collect all kinds of materials.

Ask for collection, ask for collection, one hundred thousand I come to collect!