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The little girl recognized me, clearly surprised that I had completed my first task so quickly. She skillfully tore off a strand of Zhang Cheng's soul and stuffed it into the POS Machine.
"Wait a minute, for this task's Despair Value, I only want half," I suddenly said. "The other half should be credited to Wang Shu's account."
She shrugged and quickly finished the transaction. Then, two Yin Chas appeared out of nowhere and took Zhang Cheng away. Watching Zhang Cheng's head droop as he walked away made me feel a twinge of discomfort.
At that moment, my wrist detector suddenly beeped, indicating that my 254 points of Despair Value had been credited. Ah, this feeling... it was actually quite satisfying.
"Next, how about trying a more challenging target?" I raised an eyebrow. A greater challenge also meant a higher threshold, allowing for more Despair Value to be harvested.
With a "ding," the detector displayed information about the second target:
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Name: Ren Duoxi
Age: 37
Occupation: Runs a small community supermarket
Despair Value: 560/100
Threshold: 800/100
Source of Despair: Rebellious son, financial struggles, inner loneliness
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Single Mother Li Qin, raising a rebellious son on her own. I already had a plan in mind.
On the second day after moving to Book Fragrance Community, I squatted at the entrance of Room 502 in Building 2, tying my shoelaces.
The elevator dinged, and Ren Duoxi stepped out with two plastic bags in hand.
As I stood up, I intentionally knocked over a paper bag, causing an orange to roll to her feet.
"Are you new here?" she asked, bending down to help me pick up the fruit.
"Oh, thank you! I just moved in a few days ago. My daughter just transferred to Seventh High School, and this place is close by. It's all for the kids!"
Upon learning that my daughter was also in the first year of junior high at Seventh High School and that I was a single parent like her, Ren Duoxi became more talkative.
In my story, my daughter Nana excelled in her studies, was well-behaved, and I hardly had to worry about her education.
Ren Duoxi couldn't hide her envy; we ended up chatting for over two hours that day. I added her on WeChat and frequently shared updates about my outstanding daughter—how she ranked in the top three in her monthly exams, won national awards in essay competitions, and was selected to represent our country in a solo dance competition abroad.
One evening, I "bumped into" Ren Duoxi at the market. "Have you heard? This year Seventh High School is going to separate into key classes based on average monthly exam scores. Apparently, the teachers and curriculum for the key classes are different from those of regular classes!"
Ren Duoxi clearly hadn’t heard this news before; she hurriedly bought some groceries and went home.
That night, I heard shouting from next door.
"I told you, I don’t want to go to any tutoring classes! My grades are what they are; stop pushing me!"
"Zhao Zihang, can’t you understand your mother’s concerns? Look at Nana next door; she’ll definitely get into a key class! If you can’t get into high school, it’ll be over for you; do you understand?" Ren Duoxi’s voice cracked from yelling.
Then, a cup shattered on the floor, followed by the heavy sound of a door slamming.
Through the balcony, I saw Ren Duoxi curled up alone on the living room sofa, her shoulders trembling slightly.
The next day was the weekend. In the afternoon, I knocked on her door under the pretense of borrowing a wrench to fix a leaky pipe.
While we chatted casually, I pulled up a photo on my phone. "Sister Qin, let me share this imported fish oil with you. My daughter has been taking it for a while now and says it helps her think faster and makes studying feel less tiring. Her monthly exam scores have really improved!"
Ren Duoxi glanced at the price and exclaimed, "Wow, that’s so expensive! You have to take it continuously for it to work; how can anyone afford that?"
I pretended to hesitate for a moment before leaning closer to her and whispering, "I actually have a great way to make money; I just don’t know if you’d be willing to trust me."
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