Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 547 - 341: Made a Profit or a Loss? _2

Chapter 547: Chapter 341: Made a Profit or a Loss? _2

He had been blocked on all forms of contact, unable to reach her through calls, but he knew which school his girlfriend was at, and with some effort, perhaps he could find her.

As long as she came into contact with this bottle of water, everything could start anew.

"If we’re to reconcile, I should buy some small gifts."

His salary from last month had just arrived, and because he had been idling for quite some while, it was less than half of what it once was, but buying a piece of clothing or a pair of shoes would be enough.

He remembered her shoe size distinctly.

The last time he bought pink Nike shoes, she had scolded him for quite a while because they looked so outdated.

This time, he needed to buy something fashionable, something prettier.

Thinking of this, Fu Liaoyi couldn’t help but smile, picked up his phone to call that all-too-familiar number, and then, remembering that his call would be directly dropped, he couldn’t help but clench his fist.

"Should I buy the gifts first, or reconcile first? I really hope to reconcile quickly."

Suddenly!

Just then!

He widened his eyes, staring intently through the glass window of a clothing store!

A very familiar girl, dressed flamboyantly and laughing, was arm-in-arm with a young man, selecting a lace skirt inside the store.

The young man was very fat, appearing to be nearly 400 pounds, but the girl hugged him around.

Fu Liaoyi stopped!

He glanced at the girl, at her joyful laughter, seeming very happy.

At that moment, he even forgot to breathe!

He turned his head away, struggling with dizziness and tears.

He looked at his T-shirt that he had worn for several years, once praised as "very handsome," and his sports shoes that no matter how much he scrubbed, never seemed clean.

It was a painful scene!

He faintly heard the girl’s voice.

"My ex-boyfriend, he likes those very outdated clothes, wrapping up tightly as if he’s a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties. Isn’t it ridiculous?"

"That delivery guy? How did you start liking him back then?"

The girl said, "I was still in high school then, young and didn’t know any better... He has no savings now, didn’t even go to college, and here I am, a Master’s student."

"It’s not my fault we broke up, right? Okay, okay, let’s stop talking about my ex!"

Fu Liaoyi stood still... watching a luxury car parked by the curbside and the chain of car keys hanging from the fat man’s belt.

Scenes from the past flooded his thoughts.

His eyes reddened involuntarily, his body trembling slightly.

The excruciating pain, as if tearing him apart!

He clearly bought the key to happiness from the "Desire" store.

Yet, suddenly, he discovered that what lay ahead was a cliff!

Differences between people are truly vast,

From a blazing start to eventually settling into calm.

Some are content with this calm, soaking in mutual comfort all their lives; others cannot bear the calm and then drift apart.

He wasn’t a fool!

He had had a premonition!

But he had been deceiving himself, looking for excuses, making excuses for her!

Blood rushed to his head, he struggled to contain his anger, his whole body shaking.

The girl and the chubby man, hand in hand, walked out of the store.

They were immersed in their own world and did not notice Fu Liaoyi.

They walked right past, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

"Boss, a pack of cigarettes, the cheaper ones," Fu Liaoyi almost unconsciously moved to a small shop, squeezing a few words out of his throat.

"10 bucks." The shop owner glanced at him and spoke.

Everyone has their difficulties, where is the sympathy? Sympathize it over!

Fu Liaoyi paid and began to smoke.

He coughed.

Then he opened that bottle of water, pouring it over his face.

He felt nothing, only the cold that came from deep within his heart.

He wanted to take a step forward but didn’t know where to go, randomly picking a flower bed to sit down on.

Unconsciously, a drizzle started to fall.

His face wet, even his clothes soaked through.

On the bustling street with cars and pedestrians, he watched, just watched.

Some people laughed, some cried, most were expressionless, hurrying along, each living their own life.

A taxi stopped ahead, the passenger got off and hurried away.

Through the taxi’s rearview mirror, Fu Liaoyi saw himself in the rain, unable to tell his snot and tears from the rainwater.

Then he laughed.

"That guy looks like a dog."

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"Look, I traded a bottle of free water for a month of his life, isn’t that a huge profit?"

"I knew he would splash the water on his face... It’s a win-win deal, he got his answer, and I gained a benefit. Without this bottle, who knows how long he would have continued to deceive himself!"

Wang Hao was very pleased with his first transaction, bragging to Artificial Intelligence AI Xia, unable to contain his satisfaction.

That malicious "Reincarnation’s End" twisted its body, too, feeling that the deal was a massive profit, satisfying its stance of chaotic neutrality.

AI Xia remained silent, acknowledging that such mystical maneuvers could indeed be calculated. However, it would necessitate the mobilization of a core computer’s massive processing capabilities, involving a high cost.

Moreover, the Captain would never admit that using mystical means involved a high cost.

She said lightly, "What if your prediction fails? That bottle of water has no substantial use. What if Fu Liaoyi had actually splashed his girlfriend with that water?"