You son of a bitch He Chen, try writing another page if you dare!
You old dog!
Enraged, Cao Huanghe stood up and slammed his book down, a move even more resolute than Baoyu's smashing of his jade. He pounded the table and burst into tears, pulling out a tissue and sobbing even more fiercely.
He looked as if his wife had really died.
No, even his dead wife wouldn't be this heartbroken.
He was completely captivated by the heroine's kindness, courage, justice, optimism, heroic spirit, sweetness, and cuteness when his wife suddenly died. Waaaaah, you bastard He Chen, you're not human!
After a moment of sadness, Cao Huanghe turned on his phone, searched for the official Weibo account of "Dragon Ball Continent," and quickly left a message—
I'm begging for a second season!
Fortunately, Dragon Ball Continent has an official Weibo account, although it only has 54 followers. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have a channel to write a petition in blood, which would be truly frustrating.
Next, he searched the Dragon Ball Continent reader forum, but there were still few people there, only a few fans. With tears in his eyes, he posted a new thread, scolding He Chen. It was a long essay of more than two thousand words.
After doing all that, he felt a little better, but that wasn't enough. He slumped back into the chair and started wailing.
At this moment, he had no idea about "For the Dragon." His mind was filled with the kind, brave, righteous, optimistic, heroic, sweet, and lovely Princess Heath. He swore on his life that there was no one more perfect than Princess Heath in the world. She was his wife, she really was his wife.
Even the sweetest female lead in "For the Dragon" isn't half as sweet as her.
Just then, Cao Huanghe's phone lit up. His book friend and best friend sent him a message asking what he was doing. Cao Huanghe had a flash of inspiration, wiped away his tears, and recommended "Dragon Ball Continent" to him.
Upon learning that Cao Huanghe had read a book worth hundreds of thousands of words overnight, his best friend was shocked and said incredulously, "Didn't you say that apart from Zhong Xiaoxing's books, no other novel could meet your standards?"
Cao Huanghe coughed and said, "This book is only slightly worse than Zhong Xiaoxing's, just a tiny bit."
He knew how much Cao Huanghe liked "For the Dragon," and when he heard Cao Huanghe say this, he immediately became interested. He looked at the beautiful cover and felt that this kind of book was the type he liked. However, he did not jump in immediately. Instead, he asked in advance, "Is this book exciting or angsty? You know, I like exciting novels the most and I don't like angsty ones. I'm too old for my heart to take it."
Cao Huanghe chuckled and patted his chest, guaranteeing, "Absolutely awesome, no angst, super sweet! Let me tell you, it's even sweeter than the early episodes of 'For the Dragon,' sweeter than the tofu pudding I had for breakfast, and a hundred times sweeter than my favorite little cake."
With such assurances and his best friend's enthusiastic recommendation, my buddy finally felt reassured and jumped on the bandwagon. He said, "I'm going to work right now, so I'll buy a copy and take a look after I get off work."
Cao Huanghe said, "No."
Under his best friend's questioning gaze, Cao Huanghe said without batting an eye, "I'll give you this one. Anyway, I've finished reading it, and I'll buy two more copies to keep later."
Cao Huanghe's best friend knew that he had a habit of buying three of everything he liked, so he didn't suspect anything and nodded: "Okay, then I'll come up and get it when I pass by your house later."
Cao Huanghe was secretly delighted: "Great!"
One day later...
Another heartbroken person has been added to this world.
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