The Grand Finale

Lin Ze turned around, suddenly forgetting what he was supposed to do.

The wind howled mournfully, and his green robe gradually dissolved into nothingness. He looked up at the horizon with a hint of confusion, murmuring, “What’s going on?”

After a long pause, a voice replied with a trace of helplessness, “No choice, gotta earn a living.”

Lin Ze’s face twisted bitterly. “What do you mean?”

The voice coughed lightly. “I heard the full attendance bonus went up from six hundred to fifteen hundred. My body can’t handle work right now, so I want to rely on the full attendance to get by.”

“But only one serialized story can exist on my account at the same time.”

Lin Ze felt a wave of nausea. “Then why don’t you just continue writing my story?”

“I forgot!”

The voice sounded utterly desperate. “It’s been over half a year. I only remember your name when I sneak back in. I’ve forgotten everything else.”

Hearing this, Lin Ze stood there stunned. “You damn... can you at least refund the readers?”

The shadow hidden behind the clouds seemed deeply ashamed. After a long moment, it answered, “I have no money right now. After my surgery, I emptied all my savings. Give me a few months, and then anyone who subscribed or tipped can message me privately, add me as a friend, show me their ID screenshot, and I’ll refund every penny.”

The clown hiding behind the clouds spoke with sorrow in his voice.

He couldn’t even come up with a couple thousand yuan now.

“Don’t forget, you old liar.”

Lin Ze decided to trust him this once.

The green mountains swayed amidst the clouds, like a mirage, slowly fading into nothingness.

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