"What are you staring at, Jiang He?"
Wang Sizhen approached him unhappily, threw his rump on the ground and lit himself a cigarette. After having a few firm puffs, he chuckled bitterly, "Jiang He, don't you think I'm a little useless?"
He then slammed a fish powerfully into the loose dirt, his body shaking as he seethed through clenched teeth, "All my life, I only ever hoped that I could glide over roofs and walk on walls like the heroes in the TV dramas, to be a hero of justice and kill within ten paces!"
"I just never imagined that I would awaken a rubber mullet!"
Teary-eyed, he stared at Jiang He and quietly said, "Jiang He, I'm useless!"
"No, you're not useless!"
It was obvious that Wang Sizhen suffered a heavy blow.
As such, Jiang He decided to console him, since Wnag Sizhen was a childhood friend of 'his', which was why he would definitely not let Wang Sizhen remain dispirited.
And yet…
He was not good at consoling.
