Excessive ferocity due to caution

Yang Dianfeng's respect for Zhao Yi was heartfelt.

He was just an ordinary person.

I have always held great respect for those outstanding individuals who manage to stand out from the crowd.

The vehicle drove along the road and left the area.

After Zhao Yi left, the rain at Twilight Manor not only didn't stop, but actually started to pour down again...

The mail truck that had been there earlier drove up again and stopped at the entrance of the manor.

A person wearing a raincoat got out of the car and looked at the manor.

"very nice……"

"Now we can create a new instance."

He said, taking out a clock and pointing it at Twilight Manor. A beam of light shone out, enveloping the manor.

The man in the raincoat turned the clock on his hand.

The parts of the manor shrouded in dim light were changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Plants are growing, walls are crumbling, and even the bus parked in the manor's courtyard is rusting at a visible rate.

The plaster statues in the main hall of the manor also cracked.

The shattered corpses inside fell to the ground, but gradually began to twist and tremble. The man in the raincoat sewed the corpses back together, then gently touched their foreheads with his finger. The next moment, the corpses came to life, their eyes filled with emptiness and resentment!

"You... will serve as the test for the next instance..."

That's what the man in the raincoat said.

With a wave of his hand, he vanished from the spot...

...

"Oh~ a night alone, where should I put my heart~"

Pleasant music played in the car.

But Yang Dianfeng's expression did not ease at all; he was still brooding over being kicked out of the live stream by "Da Lai Lai Meng Meng".

He couldn't figure it out.

Zhao lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, felt the cool breeze on his face, and said:

"If you like her, why not get a girlfriend?"

"A few thousand dollars for a simple 'brother,' don't you ever learn your lesson..."

Yang Dianfeng paused for a moment, scratched his head, and said with a wry smile:

"Mr. Zhao, you wouldn't understand..."

Zhao Yi turned her head and met his gaze:

"From now on, call me Master."

Yang Dianfeng hesitated for a moment, then said:

"Yes... it's the leader."

He lit a cigarette too.

"For people in my income bracket, supporting myself is easy, but dating is something that seems like a distant dream..."

"If I have a girlfriend, does that mean I have to go on dates with her, go shopping with her, and travel with her?"

"Should I give her gifts and red envelopes during holidays?"

"I really can't afford to spend so much money."

"After giving everything, all I might get in return is a 'Why can't you be a little more ambitious?' before we break up?"

Zhao Yi smiled and asked in return:

What do you think ambition is?

As Yang Dianfeng drove, he said earnestly:

"Ambition...is the bloody reality."

"He is no longer a person with an attitude of striving for progress and working hard to live a good life, but has become someone who is greasy and smug in a high-end restaurant; someone who is a luxury car speeding by on the street; someone who is a person who is aboard a yacht, raising a glass to the wine pool and meat forest."

"Sometimes, I really feel that the world I live in is pathetic."

Looking out the car window at the dazzling array of other dimensions, Zhao Yi exclaimed in amazement:

"What you're saying is simply an inevitable trend in civilized society; it's not something to be sad about."

"Do you know... what's so pathetic?"

Yang Dianfeng was stunned.

"What's so pathetic?"

Zhao Yi continued:

"The sad thing is that you clearly understand these principles deeply, yet you still live the kind of life you despise."

Yang Dianfeng fell silent.

"I have a pretty good impression of you."

"So I'll help you this once."

Zhao Yi took out his phone, showed a QR code, waved it at Yang Dianfeng, and smiled:

"Scan the QR code and you'll immediately receive 100 million ghost money."

"This is enough for you to buy a large number of online trolls to retaliate against 'Da Lai Lai Meng Meng'."

"But this money... you borrowed it, you have to pay me back 150 million."

Yang Dianfeng stared at the QR code on Zhao Yi's phone, his throat bobbing slightly.

Something inside my body is stirring.

he thinks.

He really wanted to.

His anger told him that he had to teach this greedy, wicked woman a lesson!

But instead of immediately scanning the QR code in Zhao Yi's hand, he asked:

"Master, if it were you... what would you do?"

Zhao Yi smiled and said:

"There is no such 'if'."

"I don't watch female live streamers, let alone send them gifts."

Yang Dianfeng was taken aback, then burst into laughter:

"I'm sorry, Master... poverty limits my imagination."

"Someone like you really doesn't need to watch female anchors."

After saying that, he picked at the leather on the steering wheel with his fingers and whispered:

"Let's forget about it..."

"She was just trying to make a living. I was indeed angry, but it's wrong to cut off someone's livelihood over such a small matter..."

"Cyberbullying is terrifying."

Zhao Yi put his phone away.

I like kind people.

"Although people like you are not well-suited to survive in this cruel world."

"But that doesn't stop me from liking you guys."

Yang Dianfeng chuckled and scratched his head.

The car quickly drove out of the alternate dimension and returned to the abandoned city.

After getting off the bus, Feng Nan called Zhao Yi.

"What's the matter, Boss Feng?"

Zhao Yi answered the phone.

Fengnan:

"I will wake up in my comfortable bed tomorrow, on a bright and sunny day..."

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow and interrupted him:

"Are you reading from a script again?"

Fengnan:

"Yes."

Zhao Yi:

Who wrote it?

Fengnan:

"I."

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes and complained:

"Clearly, you're not suited to writing articles... so don't write articles next time, just get straight to the point."

On the other end of the phone, Feng Nan let out a sigh of relief.

stab-

The manuscript was shredded.

"I'm coming to talk to you tomorrow."

Zhao Yi:

"Sure, I'm free tomorrow."

Feng Nan thought for a moment and, feeling that there was really nothing more to say, replied:

"Um."

"Hang up."

Just as he was about to hang up, he suddenly couldn't help but ask:

"Really, you don't need to write a script?"

Zhao Yi rubbed his temples:

"Boss Feng, is writing articles some kind of little-known tradition in the company?"

Fengnan returned:

"no."

"Old Yan said I have a bad temper and he's afraid I'll clash with you."

"He cherishes you very much."

"So he asked me to write a draft before I communicated with you, and to use as beautiful and gentle language as possible."

Zhao Yi laughed:

"This must have taken you a lot of time."

Feng Nan glanced at the nearly worn-out dictionary on the table and said with slight annoyance:

"Hang up."

beep--

PS: Second update.

Some readers have said that my novels are too dry, that I'm either working or on my way to work.

These two chapters describe some everyday life.

Just take a look.

The Inextricable Trial will definitely begin within a week.

Goodnight, my darlings!!