Yan Jiu pursed her lips and reminded him before clicking "follow".
[A reminder from the funeral service provider: those who offend others will ultimately face retribution.]
【Hey! Isn't that Master Jiu?】
It's rare to see such a gentle reminder.
You mistake this for tenderness?
The funeral service was excellent; I'd like to get a VIP membership.
[Is something bad going to happen again?]
Unfortunately, Hughes, the "skateboard clown" in the video, couldn't see these comments.
After filming ended.
Hughes curled up in pain in a corner of the rooftop.
His companion walked over and habitually kicked him several times: "Alright, stop pretending. Look, we've gained another 40,000 followers, all thanks to my planning."
Hughes looked up.
A person's image was reflected in the dark pupils.
The companion in front of him was Hughes' "close friend," and outsiders only knew that he had made a friend from a different social class.
In fact.
Hughes, his friend, had bullied him since childhood, and even today, the powerless Hughes has not been able to shake off this bullying.
They said they'd help you gain traffic by making videos.
Hughes endured all the suffering, Hughes played all the ugliness, but all the good belonged to Hughes's companions.
Hughes's companion patted Hughes's face: "You know, I don't care about the money, but I don't want to give it to you. A clown should act like a clown."
Hughes watched numbly as the person turned around.
His heart was filled with disappointment.
Hatred and resentment rolled endlessly.
Hughes stood up with his head down, and said timidly and weakly, "Why me? Why are you only bullying me?"
His companion stopped in his tracks as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, turned around and looked at the man picking his ear.
"ha?"
Hughes's companion sounded puzzled, as if he hadn't expected Hughes to say something so ridiculous.
Crows circled overhead.
Sunlight fell on Hughes's slightly sickly, painted face, revealing glimpses of his gaunt bones.
Hughes slowly raised his head.
An invisible red mist emerged from his body, transforming into a rose before dissipating.
Unexpectedly, he walked blankly toward the person, and just as he was about to reach his companion, Hughes swooped down, grabbed his friend's waist, and broke through the rooftop security.
finally.
Hughes sounded the charge against fate.
His friend nurtured a demon through bullying, and the end result was that both the perpetrator and the victim entered the countdown of life's hourglass.
The sound of the wind whistled past my ears.
Two heavy thuds as they landed.
It did not disturb the amusement park not far away.
The clown laughed as the curtain fell.
However.
Hughes's soul, which should have been wandering, stepped into the amusement park, as if he belonged there...
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