Chapter 20: I Really Fucking Deserve to Die!

"Tell me, what's the point of being alive, Xiao Lin?"

This was the second time today Lin Li had heard this question.

But this time, it wasn't from a depression patient or a customer at the chicken farm; it was from the driver giving him a ride.

And immediately following the question came the acceleration of the vehicle beneath his buttocks.

Damn it.

"Uncle, don't do this, I'm scared," Lin Li said from the back seat, quietly fastening his seatbelt.

Where the hell is this taking me? Is this still a police car, or is it a damn hearse?

He had merely been curious about the profession of Demon-Suppressing Envoy, asking merely a few dozen questions about Yang Liang's salary, overtime frequency, promotion prospects, ease of writing reports, and simplicity of handling disputes; surely that didn't warrant such a rapid emotional shift...

His psychological resilience was truly worrying.

Yang Liang glanced deeply at Lin Li through the rearview mirror: "If you're scared, then shut up."

In their earlier conversation, he had mentioned that he was actually off work and back home, only to be called out for unexpected overtime.

Yet, Lin Li had actually asked him why.

Why? Did you, the 'chief culprit' behind this overtime, not already know the reason?

Lin Li fell silent, gazing at the retreating streetscape outside the window while actually checking his system.

Mission Two had not yet notified him of completion; however, after some thought, Lin Li believed the reason might be that follow-up from the Demon-Suppressing Bureau was still required, after all, some Dual-Cultivation Demon Cultivators who were off duty at home had not yet been captured, meaning the required 'eradication' had not been achieved.

He hoped his assumption was correct.

In any case, he had already done everything within his power to the best of his ability, yet he still felt somewhat disappointed and frustrated, having expected immediate completion.

He let out a light sigh.

"This is the residential compound, right? Get out, hurry home, don't let your parents wait anxiously; also, send my regards to them, and by the way, consider rolling a new character, you little brat are completely ruined," Yang Liang said jokingly as he slowly parked the car and unlocked the doors.

"Okay, thanks, Uncle, but don't worry; my father is already gone, my mother is working away from home, so I'm the only one here, and no one will be anxious; as for rolling a new character, that's even less possible," Lin Li replied before jogging toward his home.

Although it was not yet nine o'clock, he needed to rise early tomorrow, and there was still some research to conduct regarding the first chapter of the Body-Tempering Eight Sections Technique, so Lin Li was quite busy.

Yang Liang, who had been preparing to exit the vehicle for a cigarette to relax, felt his hand tremble slightly, causing the cigarette to fall straight to the ground.

Subsequently, he extended his trembling hand to place the cigarette into his trembling mouth, then tremblingly retrieved his lighter, failing to ignite it after several attempts.

Lin Li's answer still echoed in his ears, and before his eyes appeared the image of Lin Li's disappointed and dejected face that he had just noticed.

Prior to this, he had never seen such an expression on Lin Li's face.

How sorrowful, how heartbreaking.

He turned his head to look at the lonely silhouette already in the distance, running silently toward the residential compound; his lips quivered, yet nothing was spoken.

Three seconds later.

"Slap!"

Yang Liang slapped his own face: "I really fucking deserve to die!"

That look on the child's face just now, why was the smile that always hung on his lips gone? Clearly, his words had struck a sore spot!

Yang Liang suddenly realized something: perhaps being absurd was not Lin Li's true intention, but merely a protective shell this child had fabricated to shield his fragile heart!

He was just a pitiful child using a smile to mask his true self.

Damn it, what kind of things had he said to such a child!

As a police officer, he had actually hurt a child like this!

I really fucking deserve to die!

Completely unaware that his perfectly normal statement had been misinterpreted, Lin Li, whose absurdity was simply due to his inherently absurd nature, was currently enthusiastically refining the modern version of the Body-Tempering Eight Sections Technique.

Due to his efforts during the day, this did not take much time.

Afterwards, in his own living room, Lin Li formally practiced the content of the first chapter according to the Body-Tempering Eight Sections Technique—one could hardly practice while reading from paper tomorrow, so he definitely needed to memorize the content first.

The translation was correct.

This time there was no showerhead above his head, nor any urge to urinate, and actually no stream of warm energy either, yet Lin Li genuinely felt a mysterious change originating from within his body, as if his tendons and bones had been opened up.

It wasn't that the effect was so exaggerated as to work in a single attempt; in fact, the technique itself stated that this required accumulation over time and through sweat.

More than anything, it was an indescribable mysterious sensation of a promising future, as if his flesh and blood were expressing joy—Boxer Tyson? Eventually, he would be nothing special!

If he practiced eight hundred times a day, perhaps he could truly become Saitama.

After taking a shower and having a simple video call with his old mother as usual, Lin Li prepared to go to sleep.

Ten twenty.

Lin Li stared at the ceiling.

Damn it, he had been lying there for forty minutes and still hadn't fallen asleep.

Although he had been quite tired this morning, after enjoying forty minutes at the massage parlor, he was no longer so exhausted.

Furthermore, today's experience was truly novel, and finally being able to practice a technique not belonging to Earth made Lin Li's mind somewhat excited.

Today was the weekend, and his biological clock seemingly did not permit him to sleep just yet.

Lin Li sighed: "Time to count sheep."

Ten forty.

"Five hundred sixty-two sheep, five hundred sixty-four sheep, five hundred sixty-five sheep, five hundred... Damn it, how many sheep was it just now!" Lin Li suddenly sat up, full of energy.

Somewhat giving up, he picked up his phone.

Their usual group chat for gaming was still on voice call; curiously, he clicked to enter.

The voice chat was filled with a lively atmosphere, everyone laughing and talking, yet somehow Lin Li felt like someone's mother was being mentioned?

Apart from mothers, classic phrases like 'useless trash', 'even a chicken pecking rice on a keyboard would play better than you', and 'are you even human' echoed within.

Lin Li distinguished the voices; among the five people, only Bai Bufan was gentle and calm, saying nothing.

Case solved; they were scolding him.

Moreover, starting with a score of 1-10, he had committed an unforgivable error.

Otherwise, he would definitely have been stubbornly arguing back.

A good opportunity; Lin Li joined in, taking advantage of the chaotic chatter to scold him a few times as well.

"Lin Li, how come you're here?" As the one being scolded, Bai Bufan keenly noticed Lin Li.

"Quick, quick, Lin Li, get online, hurry and replace that beast Bai Bufan; I can't stand it anymore, he has become the highest wall on our road to victory," the others immediately said.

"Don't slander me unfairly; my favorite player once said there is no champion named 'Wall' in League of Legends; if you don't understand the game, don't commentate here," Bai Bufan stubbornly retorted at this moment.

"No thanks, I have matters tomorrow and need to rise early, but I can't sleep right now, and I don't have melatonin or anything at home, so I don't know what to do; I came up to check on you guys, and seeing you like this has made me feel much better," Lin Li declined.

"Are you even a Tieba user anymore? Do you even need to ask about something like this? When in doubt, go expand your territory—raid a suburban county."

One sentence awakened the dreamer!

Was there a possibility that after such an exciting day, what was excited was not his brain, but his cerebellum!

Lin Li directly hung up the voice call and headed to the bathroom.

He entered a URL.

www. ____. com.

Bai Bufan was a divine doctor.

Lin Li felt sleepy.

Yawning, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Three twenty in the morning.

Lin Li...

Lin Li had of course already fallen asleep, sleeping soundly for nearly five hours, and soon enough, his alarm clock would ring.

However, there was someone who still could not sleep at this hour.

A few kilometers away, a woman getting up for the night discovered her husband was not in bed; rubbing her eyes, she subsequently found her husband smoking on the balcony at home, and with a face full of confusion, the woman asked:

"Yang Liang, what are you doing? Look at the time, why aren't you sleeping yet? Didn't we agree to take the child to the amusement park tomorrow?"

Yang Liang turned his head to look at his wife, his expression somewhat haggard.

"I want to go downstairs."

But he seemingly had no intention of taking the stairs, nor did he plan to take the elevator.

The woman was startled by Yang Liang's state and immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Yang Liang slapped his own face:

"I really fucking deserve to die!"

Ning accepting an interview:

"Hello Ning, may I ask what was your original intention for going pro?"

"Ning: Middle school? I never attended middle school!"

Ning getting married:

"Ning's wife statement: Please guide me for the rest of our lives."

"Ning: On such a joyous occasion, why bring up this commentator who doesn't understand the game?"

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(End of chapter)