Three days later, at noon.
Zhang Xiaoman dejectedly tossed an apple core into the kitchen trash can and turned back to his bedroom.
That's right, the core he had just thrown away wasn't something he had eaten, but a grey item he had won in the lottery today!
[Miss's Leftover Apple Core]
—This is an apple core left over by a young lady. As a single dog, are you sure you don't want a taste?
Just thinking about the system's description made Zhang Xiaoman instantly feel annoyed. Was the damn system having a dig at my being single for over twenty years by strength of character?
Why keep bringing up my single status!
"Lucky you don't have a system elf, otherwise I would definitely drag you out and rub you against the floor with all my might!"
Remembering the two pieces of grey trash he had received in the past three days, Zhang Xiaoman couldn't help but feel a bit depressed.
