Douluo - something is wrong with you useless martial soul

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"Comrade! Don't be overwhelmed! There are no obstacles in life that you can't overcome! If you have anything that doesn't go well with you, tell me!"

Yin Tang:......

"Hey...children, it seems that we are all considered to be committing suicide now?"

Liu Sheng looked at Yin Tang, who was sitting on the railing with one foot outside the building: ...I don’t think they counted me in.

"Although he said that, the actual translation is -" Yin Tang looked at Liu Sheng, "If you want to die, don't make such a big fuss. I'm paying attention to you. You should just stop making trouble and don't cause trouble to us." Trouble, you two bastards! Do you know how long it will take us to clean up the place if you jump down now! If you want to experience bungee jumping, can I pay you to do it?"

"Pfft." Liu Sheng couldn't help laughing, and the next second a warm hand fell on his head.

"So, kids, it's just school bullying. Don't be afraid of them. Next time you are bullied, just beat them back. At most, you will receive a punishment——

By the way, you must remember to let others slap you in the face, and if you hit others in the body, no matter how biased you are, they will not be given a serious demerit and will not be punished - if this shabby school still wants to operate normally.

Moreover, when making a fist, the knuckle of the middle finger must be bent, so that the opposite side will not be hurt but will not be seriously injured, and the wound will not be visible, which is very useful.

And don’t blame yourself, it’s not you who is wrong in this matter, but the trash who can only find their presence from the weak.

You have to learn to become strong, and then when those trash can only look up to you, you can no longer smile disdainfully.

And the world is so big, wouldn’t it be a pity to die if you haven’t seen it all? "

Liu Sheng raised his head blankly and looked at Yin Tang, his eyes felt very sour, "I didn't think about it..."

"Kid, I'm here. Since you don't want to die anymore, go home. It's not that your parents don't care about you, but they may be a little too careless." Yin Tang smiled and took back his hand, then looked helplessly towards Lou. Next, "Hey, what a group of people are making such a fuss, if I really want to commit suicide, why can I sit in such a conspicuous place?"

Yin Tang shook his head, forget it, for the fragile nerves of this group of people, he still did it... Huh?

Yin Tang looked down again, gradually wondering - is his eyesight so good?

You actually saw the words on the speaker from nearly 100 meters away?

"bump!"

"Comrade, if you have something to say, don't hold it back!"

"If you have any problems, come to us. We will help you solve it! If someone offends you, we will help you vent your anger! Don't stay in such a dangerous place!"

Seeing a group of panting and half-grown men looking at him nervously, Yin Tang felt his head grow bigger, "This is really a big misunderstanding."

After finally explaining to the counselor who climbed upstairs that he did not intend to commit suicide, Yin Tang returned home exhausted and fell down on the sofa looking a little depressed, raising his arms to cover his eyes.

He already understood what his sub-personality wanted to express. He always wanted to make himself think that this world was fake and that this place was just a dream-like existence, but it was fake and ethereal.

But...where is the lie?

I can't find a flaw no matter what.

But can he really find no flaws?

I just don’t want to believe that the world I have lived in for more than 30 years is fake.

It wasn't until the sunlight shone on his hands through the glass that Yin Tang was awakened by the warmth. He stood up and returned to his room very lightly. Looking at the slightly undulating little hair ball on the pillow, he felt his heart soften. A puddle of water.

He couldn't help but slow down his movements again, and slowly lay down beside the bed, looking at the hairy ball that was no bigger than his palm.

As if being disturbed by the small ups and downs, Yin Tang saw a pair of emerald eyes looking at him as soon as he lay down, and suddenly laughed softly, "Aqing, are you awake?"

The small hair ball stuck out its pink tongue and licked Yin Tang's fingertips.

"Ah Qing, what should I do if one day I find that this world is all false?" Yin Tang gently rubbed the little fox's ears, "Originally I thought I was quite strong, but now I realize that I am strong It's just a relative term. I am only strong when I face situations that I can handle...

I actually wanted to commit suicide for a moment today, but at this moment a kid came in. He was obviously heartbroken, but he persuaded me not to think too hard. Tell me, how can I let go of a world that is so kind to me? "

The little fox just lay there quietly looking at Yin Tang. When he stopped talking, he licked his fingers to comfort him.

"Ha ha……"

Yin Tang smiled, stood up and looked at the calendar. Seeing that there was nothing scheduled for today, he took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to clean himself properly. Then he blew his hair dry and lay down on the bed with Mao Duanzi in his arms.

He really needs to think about it.

Yin Tang thought so, and slowly fell into sleep. After he fell asleep, the small hair ball crawled out with difficulty, and some light green light spots appeared on his body that blended into Yin Tang's body. In contrast, The hairballs also appear more frail.

Yin Tang had a dream.

In the dream, he failed to block the knife, but he did not really die. Instead, he came to a place called Douluo Continent. He had a very powerful but extremely decadent alcoholic father, and a man who looked like He has a genius brother who is gentle and honest, yet ruthless but takes good care of him, and there is also a god-level hairy dumpling who is always cute and has thoughts about himself.

But his name is not Yin Tang, but Tang Yin.

After waking up, Yin Tang recalled this dream with empty eyes - the previous ones were easy to say, but was there something wrong with the last one?

Yin Tang subconsciously looked at the pillow. The little fox was balled up and seemed to be sleeping. Its body was rising and falling with its breathing, making it look particularly harmless - but why did it look exactly like the fur ball in the dream? ? ?

Yin Tang turned back to look at the ceiling with a serious expression. Maybe he was really delirious now, right?

Yin Tang's eyes were distracted, and he felt like he was beginning to mix dreams and reality, until there was a feeling of wetness on his face. He turned his head and saw that a small hair ball had crawled to his side and was licking his cheek. .

Yin Tang blinked, held up the hair ball with a smile, "Aqing, you know? I seem to be dreaming about you. But...I can't even distinguish between reality and illusion now."

bell bell -

Yin Tang sighed, hugged the hair ball and stood up to answer the phone.

"Old Yinbi, I just received an invitation letter to an international medical exchange conference. Will you come with me?" It was Shahara.

"When? Where?" Yin Tang yawned slightly.

"The day after tomorrow, neon."

Yin Tang frowned slightly, "I remember this is taking turns?"

"correct."

"Isn't it neon last time?"

"Are you stupid because of your sleep? Was it an old beauty last time?"

Yin Tang was stunned for a moment. His fingers paused for a moment before continuing to stroke the hair ball under his hand. "Really...it turns out that it's all fake."

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, don't think too hard. Isn't it just an injury to your hand? You said it's not a big deal! Don't—"

"Okay, Shahara." Yin Tang smiled, "I'm really happy to see you again."

"Hey, Yin Tang, you——"

Yin Tang hung up the phone, but found that he felt unusually relaxed. He gently pinched Mao Tuan's ears and said, "We have to say goodbye again."

So Yin Tang made another call one after another, said goodbye to each other, turned off the phone and put it away, looked at his home a little bit more, and finally returned to the bedroom with the hair ball in his arms, stroking the hair ball gently, "Thank you. "

Yin Tang looked down at Mao Tuanzi, gently picked him up and kissed him, "I'll see you soon, Ah Qing."

The moment his words fell, the whole world began to collapse and dissipate little by little from the edge of his sight, and finally, including him, everything fell into darkness.