I am weak and friendly

Chapter 190 The Working Class's "Working Mask"

The vehicle drove through the bustling city, and Tang Yiping looked out the window the whole way without saying a word.

His mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts, from the moment he obtained the "Survival Guide for the Weak," to discovering that his health had also been taken away, and then to the shock of standing up just now. His head was still a little numb.

If SMA is irreversible, where does one's motivation to act come from?
Did it appear out of thin air, or... was it taken back from somewhere?
If some things can indeed be taken back, then what did I do to take them back?
What has changed?

Tang Yiping was completely baffled; this path seemed to be quite different from what he had expected.

As Zhao Xinyi drove through the bustling city and circled into the suburbs, finally pulling into a low, ordinary, and inconspicuous little building, Tang Yiping snapped out of his thoughts.

There are already people waiting here.

"Welcome, welcome! Thank you for your hard work, Tang!"

A slightly chubby young man reached out and opened the car door, extending his hand to Tang Yiping. Then, several other young men who looked capable helped Tang Yiping carry his wheelchair out of the car.

Zhao Xinyi hurriedly got out of the driver's seat to help Tang Yiping, but Tang Yiping had already grabbed the handle on the roof of the car and stepped out of the car.

He is still eager to try out his new approach.

However, upon landing, his knees buckled, and he quickly leaned back against the car.

No, I overestimated myself.

It's a little stronger than before, but the improvement is still limited.

Not enough, still not enough.

Tang Yiping felt a little regretful.

"Don't rush, don't rush, I'll do it." Zhao Xinyi helped him sit down and introduced him, "This is Gao Ming, our colleague. We've met before. You can just call him Brother Gao Ming."

Yes, we can't rush. Just as Master Tang said, walk forward and put one foot in front of the other.

At least, I can do that occasionally now.

Thinking this, Tang Yiming felt much better and smiled at Gao Ming: "Hello, Brother Gao Ming!"

"No, no, just call me by my name, or Lao Gao," Gao Ming quickly replied. "That's what my colleagues call me."

As Gao Ming said this, he looked down at Tang Yiping, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

An idea suddenly flashed through my mind:
On TV, the characters in wheelchairs are either major villains or big bosses!

Which type is this guy?

He's just an ordinary boy, but he has the aura of a major villain!

The thought that this boy had captured Fan Zhihong all by himself made him realize that he simply couldn't let his guard down around the boy.

In TV shows, those mysterious characters who seem to be helping a lot in the early stages might actually turn into the biggest villain later on!
Suspenseful music is playing in the TV series starring Gao Ming.

Then he thought that even if he hadn't turned evil, this guy was still born with a body that could easily show off. He wondered if he would be fooled again today.

I've worked so hard every day, I've tried so hard, why can't I get it right? Why do I have to find this innate body of showing off?

Am I really that incompetent?

Sigh, Fan Zhihong, why don't you bow down to me as soon as you see me, and give me a chance to show off too!
You're putting me in a difficult position, little brother!

If you bow down to me immediately, maybe my superiors will see that my professional skills have improved and give me more authority, so I can join the Dragon Group...

Although the name is old-fashioned and outrageous, it is indeed the style of those old-timers who come up with names. Because it is so outrageous, it feels like it must be true.

Sigh, what am I thinking? Stop dreaming.

Gao Ming felt heavy-hearted.

Ugh, I want to go home.

Ugh, why can't I leave work yet?

The suspenseful music shifted to comedy, and finally turned into sadness and depression.

Therefore, Tang Yiping felt that Gao Ming's gaze towards him was somewhat unfriendly.

Ordinary people wouldn't be able to tell, but...

Tang Yiping is an expert in "Friendliness," so even if Gao Ming hides it well, he can still sense it.

What's going on with this guy?

Is this guy planning to do something bad to me?

Oh no, could today be a trap?

The scene was already flashing through Tang Yiping's mind. He, a mere cultivator from a small sect, went to another sect, where the other sect, jealous of his talent, set up all sorts of tests and humiliated him in every way…

Oh no! The guardian spirit beast is gone, and Master Niu Ma is nowhere to be found either. I'm now all alone and have to face the challenge by myself.

Am I now to start fighting my way from the mountain gate to Bright Peak?

Where is my Nine Yang Divine Skill?
Tang Yiping focused his energy into his dantian, only to find it empty while his bladder was overflowing, causing him to feel heavy-hearted.

Oh no! My century of cultivation must have been stolen by some villain.

Am I destined to perish here today?
In the TV series featuring Tang Yiping as the main character, this is accompanied by tragic music.

He looked at Gao Ming, who happened to look back at him as well.

Then the two looked at each other.

"Fan Zhihong is here now, thank you for your help, Tang." Gao Ming said with a warm smile.

"It's not hard work at all," Tang Yiping said with a beaming smile.

Tang Yiping: Master, today I'm going to venture into the tiger's den alone!

Gao Ming: Sigh... I want to get off work, I want to get off work, I want to get off work.

Beside him, Zhao Xinyi said, "Hey, Master, did you hear that sound? It sounds like music!"

Li Tieqiang sighed and shook his head.

Just as Tang Yiping and Gao Ming were exchanging smiles on the surface, but their inner monologues were racing, a notification popped up in front of Tang Yiping's eyes:
—Observe the discrepancy between the outward appearance and inner reality of unknown Homo sapiens, and learn the C-level survival skill: the "Working Mask".

——【The Mask of the Worker】: The working person, the working soul! Even if you want to scream, complain, quit, or go home, as long as you're at work, you can maintain an absolutely professional and emotionally stable "professional mask." Your thoughts and who you are don't matter; restrain them, pretend they are!

Tang Yiping: "..."

Okay, I think too much.

What? It's not like I'm the one keeping you from getting off work. I don't want to go to work either!

How wonderful it would be if the world were at peace and everything were beautiful!
Sigh, working class!
Tang Yiping grumbled to himself and quickly looked away.

He didn't want to accidentally learn the "working mask."

It's just a C-level skill, haha~ Only a dog would learn that!
Wait a minute, an unknown Homo sapiens? Is this guy's name a pseudonym?
He looked up and asked, "Brother Gaoming, did you choose Gaoming as your name because those two characters are easy to write?"

clever:"???"

Uh… Tang Yiping realized he had accidentally said too much.

Sorry, I was being too aggressive just now, I'll tone it down.

The solo raid on the mountain gate turned out to be a false alarm.

"Holy crap, Gao Ming, your name is fake?" Zhao Xinyi's eyes widened. "No way! I trusted you so much! Brother Ping, how did you figure it out?"

clever:"……"

The most hated scenario for working people has occurred: becoming the background for others to show off!
Oh no, that guy got tricked again!

How did this guy know?
A congenital criminal investigation physique, terrifying indeed?
"Let's get down to business." Fortunately, Li Tieqiang was there to keep things under control. "Gao Ming, could you explain the current situation to Tang?"

Gao Ming roared inwardly, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

He said, "We had some exchanges with Fan Zhihong before, but he was not very cooperative. Apart from some irrelevant information, he was unable to provide any useful information. In addition, his health is deteriorating very quickly, so we had to ask Tang to come."

"Didn't this guy suffer a brain injury? How did you communicate with him?" Tang Yiping asked.

“Oh, you’re not in our line of work, so you probably don’t know, but there’s a kind of software now,” Zhao Xinyi said. “This software can help people with brain injuries communicate with the outside world. It was recommended by our senior medical consultant, and the results are excellent. Although he wasn’t very cooperative, we still managed to extract some information…”

Tang Yiping: "..."

I must have been stupid; I never imagined FOEW would become so widespread.

"This software..." Tang Yiping subconsciously wanted to say, "I wrote this software."

But remembering that he wasn't going to storm the mountain alone to humiliate himself, he eventually backed down.

"This software is amazing," he said.

Wait, something doesn't feel right either?
Should I not have responded?

"We professionals, after all, have some methods that others don't have," Gao Ming said with a nonchalant smile.

Phew, finally, working people can relax.

(End of this chapter)