Overnight, the posts that guided public opinion on the Internet were wiped out.

It seems that even the mind is washed and purified.

But correspondingly, the topic has become less popular.

But...this is true.

If there is really someone who likes you and supports you, most of them will not post or comment specifically to praise you.

But if someone hates you, he will most likely scold you.

So many times, there are more criticisms than praise.

Now, with the withdrawal of those guides, netizens who were still unclear about the situation for a while were even confused.

Is the National Freshman Competition... cold?

early morning.

Xu Yuanqing dragged his heavy body back to the hotel, slumped on the sofa in dismay, looking at the demon crystals embedded on the ceiling, with empty eyes.

"The rest of your life..."

"I'm bankrupt again..."

Finally, Xu Yuanqing seemed to have found a hole in his vent, looked at Yu Sheng and almost cried.

Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing with some confusion and quietly waited for the following.

really...

"Do you know?"

"How great is my plan!"

"But I didn't expect that the cost of making mobile phone software was so expensive. The Daoshiguan was full of restless energy factors, and there was no signal at all. I needed to build an exclusive signal tower."

"Of course, there are signal towers, but they are just war preparation materials. It is impossible to build a dedicated line for me."

"So if you want to connect to the takeaway there, you actually have to build another signal tower."

"Do you know how expensive that thing is?"

"The key is that damn, I'm sorry for swearing."

Xu Yuanqing paused: "The key is that after I made all my money into software, I realized the problem of signal tower!"

"Now there is only one empty shell software, a company that has been renting for a year, and... I have a bank card balance of 0."

It didn't take the rest of his life to ask. Xu Yuanqing said a lot like pouring beans in a bamboo tube.

It seems that I have no nostalgia for this world.

"The rest of your life..."

"I want to die."

A long sigh echoes the despair of an adult who accomplished nothing and ends up with life.

Maybe...this is what it is called...who killed Xu Yuanqing.

"oh."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, as if he understood something. He opened his schoolbag and flipped through it, took out a small porcelain bottle, and was entangled for a moment before handing it to Xu Yuanqing: "Drink this."

Xu Yuanqing took it and opened it and sniffed it.

Very sweet.

"What's this?"

As he said that, he handed it to his mouth.

Yu Sheng thought for a while: "Ten seconds after drinking, you will feel a little floating and ecstatic. Thirty seconds later, you will die silently."

"If you commit suicide, this is the least painful thing."

“Very good.”

Xu Yuanqing, who had handed the bottle to his mouth, felt a stiff body, and cold sweat suddenly appeared. He put the bottle down tremblingly and closed the bottle cap.

"The rest of my life, actually, I mean I want to die, it's the one I want to die, not the one I want to die."

"Do you... understand..."

"The teacher is still very young, and the teacher wants to live a few more years."

"What I die is the soul of entrepreneur, not the body."

Xu Yuanqing was serious about this issue with Yu Sheng, very serious.

He was really afraid that one day, and he would be so terrified that he would not explain it clearly.

Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing calmly: "I know, I'm not stupid."

"Are you not stupid and poison me?"

Xu Yuanqing was a little irritable.

Yu Sheng opened the bottle and drank it: "The fake one is soda. I read the Internet that it is said that it is a little joking with people around you, which will help you communicate."

...

Xu Yuanqing's body was stiff and he was still in place, and the corners of his mouth twitched to look at Yu Sheng.

This...is a kind-hearted joke?

Damn my soul was scared just now.

It's so hungry.

This joke is effective in Bitmo Wu Qianqiu's King of Hell.

"Does life feel like life is full of light again?"

"Actually, living... is already very good."

"Being able to get up every day and look at the sunlight outside the window is already something that many people are envious."

Yu Sheng looked at Xu Yuanqing seriously and said, getting up and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The thin figure exudes an inexplicable charm under the sunlight for some reason.

Xu Yuanqing looked at Yu Sheng's back and thoughtfully.

A smile subconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth.

perhaps...

The rest of my life is right.

This is something I've been inexplicably... I've escaped from death once.

"I don't believe it. I will fail next time I start a business!"

"Damn it!"

For a moment, the fighting spirit returned again, clenched his fists and waved it hard.

Isn’t it just to accumulate startup funds again?

What a big deal!

Xu Yuanqing, the entrepreneurial genius, failed for only half a day and returned to the mall!

A huge business empire will sooner or later be built in his hands.

"By the way, where is Zhao Zicheng?"

Xu Yuanqing, who came to his senses, finally remembered Zhao Zicheng's atmosphere group and asked in confusion.

"I'm still in the hospital, and I'm seriously injured this time."

"It should be only a stop in the quarterfinals."

"It's a pity that I can get him to win the championship in Sin City."

I feel a little regretful for the rest of my life.

After all, there are more rules outside the city of Sin.

Sometimes it's not just a matter of killing.

Including such competitions, we must follow the rules of the competition system and not be processed offline.

but...

If it is an internal competition in the Mo Academy, it probably should be possible.

"The quarterfinals are good."

"A wheelchair god of war, if it weren't for the stupid one named Feng Yong, he wouldn't even be in the quarterfinals."

"You'd better prepare for tomorrow's quarterfinals...Fuck, what am I talking about."
To be continued...