It's just The Sims, how did it become my ideal love story?

Chapter 224 I'm really not pretentious~ (First update~)

"Ouch! Ouch!!"

"bass!"

Gu Huai woke up with a start.

It wasn't about slaughtering a pig for the New Year; I just had a dream, a nightmare, a really, really bad nightmare.

He even dreamt that Cai Yan asked him to choose between Lin Jiang and himself, and even took out a knife. He said he would give her some time to think about it, and she smiled and said okay.

As soon as Gu Huai turned around, the blade plunged into his back. Bleeding as he ran, he bumped into Lin Jiang. He kindly remarked that Cai Yan had gone mad, only to see Lin Jiang pull an axe from behind her back the next moment!

Damn it, I'm being punished by heaven.

When I got up, my forehead was covered in sweat, and my pillow was soaked.

He even touched his back; there were no holes, only a dampness from sweat. He then looked at the bed—it was fine, no bloodstains.

This dream is so damn real, it feels like I've been reincarnated. Wait, could it be that I've actually already been stabbed and this is just a rebirth?
I was better off not thinking about it, because once I started, I almost scared myself to death. A person's rich memory always makes things difficult for them; I might as well have written it as a novel. Today was a busy workday, and although I initially felt energetic, I suddenly felt lethargic again.

If all you do is go to school or work, what's the point of living? You might as well just hang yourself.

Other people's kids are top students in school, the apple of their teachers' eyes, have sweet romances in college, and go straight into the family business after graduation. I'm almost thirty, don't even have a girlfriend, and finally, I have a lucky break: 30,000 yuan in savings.

I glanced at the window and felt an urge to open it and jump out.

It's alright. Don't underestimate the poor, whether they are young, middle-aged, or old. Fast forward to the point where the dead are respected.

You'll always win at least once in the underworld.

It's hard to say. Even the real man hasn't won the revival match yet. Sigh, I'm thinking too much.

Helicopters from Los Angeles can't reach the provincial capital, just like a butterfly can't fly across the ocean. After getting up, washing, and getting ready, I embarked on a grand escape into the sunlight.

With 30,000 yuan in his card, Gu Huai always held his head high and swiped his card when boarding the bus.

My parents have said a lot of nonsense, and much of their so-called experience is outdated in this day and age. But one thing is true: money gives you confidence. Although I'm not exactly rich right now.

But thinking back to a few months ago, I feel instantly relieved and happy. Happiness is something you only experience when you compare.

Zhong Xinyang went to Nanyue on his day off.

Because I feel like I've been having a run of bad luck lately, with everything going wrong. Not only was I 'kicked' from Group Two to Group One, but I'm also watching helplessly as that bastard Gu Huai seems to be climbing the corporate ladder more and more rapidly.

Even on Friday after get off work, he accidentally dropped his phone; it wasn't from a very high height, but the screen shattered beyond recognition. He felt that if he didn't pray to the gods to change his luck, he would die on the spot.

I have to say, I don't know if it's really effective or just psychological.

I felt much better at work today, and I even found ten yuan on my way out. In this era where everyone is reducing their use of paper money, how can finding money be considered bad luck?

I had just arrived downstairs at the company building and was about to go in when, as luck would have it, I saw a figure walking towards me.

It was as if it were a fateful duel, mortal enemies meeting face to face. Their eyes clashed, and even without any movement, the mere exchange of glances sparked countless flames, filling the entire street with murderous intent. To the onlookers, an invisible barrier automatically formed; get close and you're dead! Show your face and you're instantly killed!

That's how it should be.

But during this time, the constant stream of good news coming from 'over there' almost shattered Zhong Xinyang's already bent spine.

Seeing Gu Huai standing tall and proud, no longer the listless and decadent man he once was, he felt that even the morning sunlight was dazzling.

She didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye, and hurriedly entered the company building, avoiding his gaze that seemed to be directed at her.

It's alright, I'm just temporarily lying low. Someone like him, without any foundation, background, or backing, is only temporarily triumphant; he'll soon become arrogant and fall off a cliff, shattered to pieces!

That will be your chance to stand up for yourself!
My good mood was completely ruined by just one glance. It was like having spent more than ten years in seclusion, thinking I had become an unparalleled genius, only to be hit on the ground by a woodcutter with a stick as soon as I came down the mountain.

I started working listlessly at my workstation, only to realize after a while that I had forgotten to clock in, so I quickly went to clock in.

I was five minutes late.

Hey!
Zhong Xinyang wanted to hang himself in the company elevator on the spot, hoping to scare his colleagues to death or at least startle those lousy bosses.

It seems that everything is starting to go in the familiar, bad direction again.

I want to get a glass of water and have a sip to calm down.

I overheard my colleagues from Group A chatting away, oblivious to everyone else.

"Hey, did you hear? It seems like Group Two has a new deputy group leader."

"If Group Two is so idle, why would they appoint a deputy group leader?"

"According to what Lao Wang said, it seems that their leaders just approved it at the morning meeting. It seems to be specifically responsible for the live-streaming e-commerce business. It's in the trial phase now, and it may be separated into a separate group in the future."

"Sigh. This damn live stream is bound to crumble sooner or later!"

What was originally just normal gossip and casual conversation sounded increasingly strange to Zhong Xinyang.

The second group has multiple deputy group leaders, and they're in charge of live-streaming e-commerce? He knows exactly what that bastard in the second group has been up to lately, doesn't he?

He didn't want to believe it, but he also didn't want his heart to stay in his chest. Finding an excuse to go to the restroom, he left the studio on the first group's side, walked through the corridor, and somewhat furtively approached the second group's side.

He had barely arrived when he saw an incredible figure.

Minister Qian!
He's currently in the second group's studio, all smiles and beaming. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was about to consummate his marriage.

And standing right beside him was a figure with a ashamed expression. It was Gu Huai.

Seeing this, Zhong Xinyang's heart nearly burst.

What did this scene represent? His scalp tingled; the mountain seemed to collapse, and he could almost hear the deafening roar of winter thunder. It wasn't the activation of a galactic warship; it was the collapse of his own world.

"Clap clap clap!"

He couldn't hear what Minister Qian was saying to the staff of Group Two inside, but soon he heard a chorus of applause. Even Cai Yan, who in his eyes was as unapproachable as an ice queen and usually so aloof that she wouldn't even glance at men, was clapping, with a kind smile on her face.

died.

The hanging heart was completely dead.

While one's own bad luck is heartbreaking, the rise of one's enemy is even more distressing.

As Zhong Xinyang left the corridor, he felt numbness in his hands and feet, as if his soul no longer belonged to him.

how to say?

I'm already considering where to bury myself and what feng shui to choose.

Some people died long ago, but were buried decades later.

His current mood is pretty much the same; he has basically lost the will to be Gu Huai's mortal enemy. Any talk of resistance is nonsense, and Gu Huai might not even care about him anymore.

Even the bright sunlight outside the window appeared incredibly dark.

He even considered leaving the company. His heart was like a city, hiding people he wanted to kill but couldn't. Waaah.

"Alright, work hard from now on. This is just your first step in the company. Keep it up."

"Yes, Minister Qian, please take care."

"Alright, that's enough."

Minister Qian left with a smile after announcing the new personnel appointments.

Gu Huai was indeed a little stunned. Had he really become the deputy team leader?

This deputy team leader position isn't just a simple title. You're registered with the HR department, and your salary is only slightly lower than the team leader Cai Yan's within the entire second team. You also get to share an office with Cai Yan; they even moved your workstation.

You're called the deputy team leader, but you're still working with 'grassroots employees'? What kind of deputy team leader are you? You're just someone to take the blame when things go wrong, and someone to fill in the numbers when things get complicated.

Doesn't everyone know who sits where they're supposed to be, and who the fish head is facing?
It was only when Gu Huai realized that he needed to change his workstation that he felt a sense of reality.

Of course, at the same time, there is also a weekly live-streaming sales task, which is like an experiment for the company.

I can already picture Minister Qian slamming his fist on the table during the morning meeting.

"Let's see what they're made of!" the company boss said.

Then Minister Qian pulled Gu Huai out.

Who pulled this here? May I ask?
Gu Huai had nothing to complain about. After all, the reason they promoted you and gave you a raise was to make you prove your worth. Otherwise, would they be doing charity work just because you're handsome?

Even after Minister Qian left, Gu Huai was still savoring the real feeling of 'class change'.

Old Lin, who was standing next to him, came over with a fawning expression.

"Old Gu! Now we have to call you Deputy Team Leader Gu!"

Could we remove this deputy? It doesn't sound right. I turned my head and saw Cai Yan next to me. Oh, you're still here? Never mind then.

Old Lin gave a thumbs up, "I knew you were capable when you joined the company, and I was right! With you as our leader in Group Two, we're bound to take off!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he noticed Cai Yan staring at him with narrowed eyes.

Old Lin was immediately startled and said, "Of course, it also owes much to Team Leader Cai's wise guidance. With two of them in Team Two, what is there to worry about!"

Stop joking and get back to work.

Cai Yan was unmoved by the flattery and went straight to her office.

Gu Huai looked at Lao Lin, smiled, and said, "Are you an adult film actress?"

"What do you mean?"

"Blowing on the left and then on the right."

Old Lin:
How can this child talk like that?
He smiled and said, "Isn't this because I'm happy for you? Sigh, it's a little sad to think about it. In the blink of an eye, you're my boss."

Gu Huai smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not pretentious at all. I'll be just like before."

"Okay." Old Lin smiled happily.

Then she watched as Gu Huai raised his hand and gently patted her shoulder.

"Xiaolin, help me move the table down."

Old Lin: ? ? ?
Is this what it means to be down-to-earth?

You're really showing off your official airs now, aren't you!
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(End of this chapter)