"That's settled then!" Dazhuang continued, "You just need to handle Zhou Mi, and I'll take care of the post-production technical processing, including typesetting, printing, trimming, and binding. You don't need to worry about any of that."
At first glance, this division of labor seems perfect. But upon closer inspection, Li Lechen felt that this was a huge burden.
However, although Li Lechen said "Ya Ma Die" (a vulgar expression of affection), he was actually willing in his heart, because there were benefits to doing well in the mock exam, namely, he could live on campus.
What does living at school for a year in senior year of high school mean? It means not having to endure my mom's nagging, and it means absolute freedom of time.
Freedom is something that can crush life and love, so in order to fight for freedom, Li Lechen decided to use his cousin's identity to get close to his cousin Zhou Mi.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go! It'll take more than an hour to get to your cousin's place by car, right?" Wang Dazhuang started rubbing his hands impatiently.
This action caused Li Lechen's anus to tighten unexpectedly.
"There's no need to rush. I still have some preparations to do," Li Lechen said earnestly, clutching his chrysanthemum.
Generally, the more serious someone is, the more ulterior their motives are. At least that's how Wang Dazhuang is. So, he put himself in Wang Dazhuang's shoes and said with a playful smile, "That's a must, absolutely a must!"
Then, he patted his bag of summer homework, saying meaningfully, "It's coiled up in the bag, tucked inside the math test papers..."
"..."
Before Li Lechen could even process what was happening, Wang Dazhuang, looking like he'd done a good deed anonymously, quickly retreated, adding before he left, "Is half an hour enough? If not, I'll give you a full hour!"
Actually, setting off an hour later was just right; by the time we arrived at Zhou Mi's village, it would be lunchtime.
However, Li Lechen didn't want to lose his erection. He wouldn't masturbate unless necessary, really not.
But his heart was still with the live broadcast room, because once a person becomes curious, it's as unbearable as drug withdrawal if they don't find out the truth.
When he reopened the live stream interface, the huge message "Welcome to Chasing the Wind Boy, logging into live stream" made Li Lechen want to smash his computer, or rather, his brain.
How could I have been so brain-dead to choose such a username? And I even thought it was sophisticated?
Thus, the dilemma of working tirelessly to upgrade and rename the platform, versus never logging into it again, was once again placed before Li Lechen.
Fortunately, after logging in, the ID was no longer visible.
Li Lechen immediately activated the Forgetting Technique, forgetting this humiliating history and temporarily escaping the choice between two options.
We headed straight for "XiXi Gym".
In the live stream room, the female anchor Cheng Xixi was at a loss. She had been at a loss for more than ten minutes since Li Lechen gave her the tip.
Before answering the phone, she only had 5 Sunshine Coins left in her account, which was not enough to pay for her accommodation in Quarantine Zone 1. She needed to pay 300 Sunshine Coins in rent every month, and now she was in arrears.
But when I came back after the call, I found that the amount had changed to 8005.
In other words, during the three minutes she was on the phone, someone tipped her 8,000 Sunshine Coins.
Cheng Xixi had never seen such a large amount of Sunshine Coins before. The largest donation she had ever received in her live stream was 1,000 Sunshine Coins. She clearly remembered that after receiving that donation, she made an unprecedented purchase to buy a bottle of Class 5 water worth 500 Sunshine Coins, which she drank for three whole months.
Then I spent 100 Sun Coins to watch a five-minute live stream of the daily lives of the nobles living in the safe zone.
And this happened more than 20 years ago.
The gap between the rich and the poor has existed in ancient times, exists now, and will exist in the future.
By 4020 AD, science and medical technology had advanced to unimaginable heights, to the point that humans were no longer afraid of death. If they wished, they could live indefinitely, even remaining young, simply by continuously replacing failing organs.
And they're all quite cheap. A full-body skin transplant costs only 5,000 Sunshine Coins, and a heart transplant costs no more than 10,000 Sunshine Coins. The brain can also be replaced, importing an IQ of 170 or higher, for an additional 3,000 Sunshine Coins. And the normal lifespan of a human can reach 500 years, and if one has money, with various organ transplants, one can live up to 800 years.
Moreover, this is only one season of survival. If the entire body is flash-frozen before a normal death, it can live for another five or eight hundred years after a period of time.
Of course, most people can't afford to live that long; when they die, they just disappear into nothingness.
But some things are becoming increasingly scarce, such as water resources, clean air, and gentle sunshine.
These increasingly scarce resources are concentrated in certain areas of the Earth, where the climate is relatively mild. People can walk in the sunlight while wearing protective suits, and the ground is covered with the oldest ferns and lichens, their colors dark. Occasionally, a few mutated giants can be seen crawling by. These areas are called safe zones. Less than five percent of the population lives in safe zones.
Beyond the safe zone lies the quarantine zone. No plants or animals can be seen there; water resources are completely depleted, and the intense ultraviolet radiation can incinerate any species. However, numerous quarantine pods have been built for civilians, resembling a post-apocalyptic Noah's Ark, where people can barely survive. Nevertheless, the air remains polluted, and due to the long-term consumption of recycled water, those living in the quarantine zone generally suffer from mottled skin and extremely hoarse voices.
Of course, it doesn't matter, because if you want, five thousand Sunshine Coins can give you a full-body skin makeover, and three thousand Sunshine Coins can get you a vocal cord. But even if you do, what then? Living in the quarantine zone, you'll soon get spots all over your body, and your voice will never sound any better.
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