Showdown, I am the koi of the world of immortality

Maple Street is brightly lit at night as usual. It is home to the most magnificent shopping malls, the most luxurious hotels, and the craziest bars in Ronghai City.

At three o'clock in the morning, most people have already gone to bed, but some people rely on late night life, and Tu Nian is one of them.

Because of her mother's inheritance, Tu Nian was blessed with a good voice, and she did not waste her talent. She learned a lot of music theory knowledge from her mother since she was a child. With this, she got her current job as a bar singer.

As the top singer at Xingxian Bar, Tu Nian's salary was good, but his work schedule made him a little out of tune. But she doesn't care about this, because the income from this job is the entire guarantee for her life.

A few years ago, when she just entered society, she was forced into a corner by her father's gambling debts. At that time, she often wondered, if her mother had not been found by her father who was addicted to gambling, would she have been able to continue studying like other girls? Or if she had been more capable back then, she would not have been forced to death by debt whether she was a mother or not.

It wasn't until last year when she met Chu Qiurong on the way to work that her life was temporarily stable.

After so many years, her father disappeared and never appeared again, but her hatred never faded with time.

How ridiculous, the theme of the bar today is "Memorial". But what is memorable for her is that she was buried in the coffin with her mother's bones long ago when her mother passed away.

She couldn't help but began to regret it. If she hadn't said a few words to Chu Qiurong when she was drunk, he wouldn't have used this to make things difficult for her every now and then.

Although, she knew that Chu Qiurong was doing it for her own good.

After finally getting through the two hours of intermission, Tu Nian breathed a sigh of relief, packed up the microphone stand, and walked off the stage.

When a boy with a straight face at the bar saw her approaching, he immediately put down what he was doing and ran over and asked, "Sister Tu, do you want a drink?"

Tu Nian didn't even put his bag away, so he rushed to the bar. After pretending to be dead for a while, she nodded slightly with her head buried in her arms. The boy understood and the guy was busy.

She thought about taking a nap, but another man's voice came from behind her.

"Today's condition is particularly bad."

Tu Nian's ears were filled with the lazy and somewhat long ending, and she knew that Chu Qiurong was going to nag again without turning her head.

"It's not your fault." Tu Nian said.

Chu Qiurong disagreed. He looked at the mud-like top card in front of him and raised his slender eyebrows, "You can't sing well if you resist feelings like this. Have you never touched this kind of subject in your life?" Already?"

His body couldn't help but twitch, and Tu Nian thought he heard wrongly: "Boss, I'm just a part-time worker."

"Do you really just want to work?"

Tu Nian's breath was stagnant.

"...As long as you have money."

The Ban Cun boy just finished mixing a cup and brought it over. Tu Nian took it and sipped it slowly.

The wine was dark brown. After a few sips, Tu Nian turned the glass around and listened to the sound of ice cubes clinking in the glass, but refused to taste it again.

"If you don't like it, don't drink it in the future." For her, the wine was too bitter.

The Ban Cun boy next to him had been pricking up his ears. When he heard the boss's words, he suddenly panicked and hurriedly explained: "Sister Tu ordered us to have something different every time..."

"This cup will be charged to me." Tu Nian patted Ban Cun's shoulder, frowned and drank the rest of the wine. The bitter taste and burning sensation surged up, turning her face red, "In the future, Just adjust this.”

As soon as the cup was put down, the ice cubes jumped twice with some residual liquid in it. Tu Nian picked up the bag at hand and turned around to leave.

Looking at the ice ball that had just melted a little in her square cup, Chu Qiurong subconsciously touched the obsidian ring between her fingers.

……

There is a long distance from Maple Street to Huai Street. Tu Nian usually rides a motorcycle back and forth, but today he took a taxi for the first time in a long time.

Looking through the car window at the street at around three o'clock in the morning, watching the flow of people changing from prosperity to decline, Tu Nian suddenly thought of Chu Qiurong and the drunken men and women in Xingxian.

After getting out of the car, she stood blankly at the entrance of a winding alley on Huai Street, a little melancholy. Chu Qiurong was really nice to her, but it was just that it was nice and it couldn't change anything.

Withdrawing her thoughts, she walked deeper into the alley.

Huai Street is a well-known poor area. It is filled with the hustle and bustle of the market during the day and is terrifyingly quiet at night.

Tu Nian skillfully passed through every fork, turned into a narrow corridor, climbed three floors, took out the key, and entered the door.

A house of more than fifty square meters, with a spring bed, a refrigerator, an armchair and a tattered desk. The only traces of a living person were a clean computer on the table and a guitar beside the table.

Lying down on the squeaky bed, Tu Nian buried his head in the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight that could not be covered by the curtains woke Tu Nian up.

"When I have spare money, I will be the first to replace the crappy curtains at home." She had said this many times, but looking at the current situation, it was clear that she had taken it for granted again.

There was no money left to spare. Apart from paying off debts, it was all spent on the treasures beside her table. But it doesn't matter, she still has a quilt, and she can still sleep after pulling the quilt over her head.

"Bang bang——" There was a heavy banging on the door.

Tu Nian thought, if it was a debt collector, she would ignore it, but if it was...

"Bang bang -" the banging on the door continued, followed closely by a crisp female voice: "Ayang - open the door!"

"Boom!" Tu Nian went crazy and smashed the bed. Although she was reluctant, she climbed out of bed.

When she came to the door, she did not open the door immediately. Instead, she touched the doorknob with her left hand, opened her right arm widely, staggered her feet back and forth, and secretly exerted strength on her legs, assuming a very strange posture. After everything was ready, he turned the doorknob.

In an instant, a short pink shadow swooped over at lightning speed: "A-Nian——"

Tu Nian, who was well prepared, hugged the pink cannonball and rolled onto the bed without even having time to close the door.

"Wait a moment." Tu Nian struggled to climb out of the cannonball's arms and went to close the door. When he came back, he saw the man in front of him eager to fight and couldn't wait. Tu Nian was complaining in her heart, and her ears would probably suffer again.

Sure enough, after complaining, Tu Nian realized: couples quarrel, best friends are in trouble.

"Do you really want to break up this time?" Tu Nian poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat.

"He is really too much. I told him many times..."

"Yuwen Yiyi, do you know the difference?" She even took out her mobile phone.

Yuwen's eyes dodge one by one, feeling very guilty: "I'm thinking, there will be a next time... ugh!"

Tu Nian didn't wait for Yuwen to finish everything, so he simply threw down his phone and ran to the computer. There is a kind of couple who quarrels and refuses to break up, only to torture others. Just because of this incident every month, Tu Nian always has trouble sleeping for a few days. By the way, Yuwen and Yuwen are not the same person.