Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
The next day, He Jiang was already out of the house when Shang Jing woke up, leaving behind a message on WeChat to inform him he was out for work.
Shang Jing instantly slipped into the study room to check on the results. But was stunned by what he found.
The two piles of documents on the study table were in the exact same position as the day before.
He stared at his untouched proposal with a ball of anger. He was sure He Jiang was one of those kids who would lie to their parents about doing their homework in the study but was actually a hopeless student who spent all his time reading manga.
He swallowed his saliva unimpressed.
His throat was a little sore and his voice sounded a little nasally.
He Jiang that jinx, he had really caught a cold.
Shang Jing duly called each and every parent of the kids he was tutoring to inform them of his cold and intention to take a day off for fear of passing on the virus to the kids. The loss of the day’s wages was practically a huge blow to his impoverished state.
His face creased together as he swallowed some flu medicine. In his peripheral vision, he saw the bag of brain supplements he had gotten from Aunt He and felt a lightbulb light up in his head.
All of these belong to me. If I cannot finish them, am I allowed to sell them?
Each of these boxes was worth hundreds, thousands, and even ten thousands. Even if he sold them at a discounted price, he would still benefit from it.
Without a moment of hesitation, Shang Jing pulled out a large table cloth, folded and packed it into his backpack. With it and the bag of health supplements, he walked out of the house.
“Somewhere the elderly frequent…” Passing by the security guard room, he stopped to ask the security guard on duty, “Where do the elderly gather at this time of the day?”
The security guard still remembered him from before. “The Community Garden, take bus 11 from the bus stop right outside the gate. You will arrive in two stops. It’s a popular morning exercise spot for retirees.”
Shang Jing: “Thank you, I’ll treat you to a meal when I’m
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