Chapter 2. God of Plywood and Wallpaper (1)
This is the thought that just hit me. I’m screwed. No matter how I think about it—I’m screwed. …Yeah, I’m definitely screwed. First of all, this studio isn’t even mine.…
This is the thought that just hit me. I’m screwed. No matter how I think about it—I’m screwed. …Yeah, I’m definitely screwed. First of all, this studio isn’t even mine.…
A packet of instant ramen had two garnish soup packets inside. “Huh?” Did I open two bags? I checked carefully, but no matter how I looked, the garnish soup really…
If Gu Fan stays well-behaved at school and continues to be so until he starts working, would things get better? I carefully thought it over, only to realize the situation…
The fragile defenses I’d patched together finally crumbled under a sudden onslaught. For so long, I’d been exhausted from dealing with the emotional reactions brought by real life, leaving me…
After showering and changing, I wrapped myself in a blanket and crouched by the bed, staring at the floor. The bags of New Year’s goods were piled there, tightly knotted.…
“Yo, Xiao Gu, back so early?” As I walked through the door carrying heavy plastic bags, my mom emerged from the kitchen holding a bowl of vegetables. Seeing me, she…
Carrying a bag full of dried fruits, I walked ahead, leaving the shop first. Zhinian’s light footsteps followed behind me. Even though the marks on my fingers had been wiped…
Never have I felt as thankful for my sharp senses as I did in this moment. My sense of taste was dull, but my perception was exceptionally keen. The fine…
Sweet… really… so sweet. Silent words drifted across my heart, endlessly describing the sensation brought by that single bite of dried mango. In truth, my not-so-normal taste buds only detected…
Standing at the entrance of the marketplace, I pressed closely against Gu Fan, my expression cold as I watched the endless flow of people. The shouts of vendors, the squabbles…