But I gained happiness.
As expected, it triggered resentment among peers and contemporaries; the notification sound was relentless.
Beneath Lou Feng's comment, the replies of [ +1 ] quickly piled up.
[ Congratulations, congratulations ], which was just being polite.
[ I'm a student, give it to me ], trying to freeload.
[ Bro, I'm dead broke, spare a little! ], which was the contemporaries begging pathetically.
[ Be a person, dude ], which meant they've totally burned out.
[ Look at yours ], this one was from Andel at the Bell Tower Workshop, using a translation program in Federation language, but no matter how you listen, something just feels off. Ever since he switched from a large phone to a smartphone, he's been intensely surfing online. A once impressive Imperial figure, he could still maintain some prestige when silent, but once he starts talking, he gets increasingly abstract!
[ I'm a mercenary...]
Oh, that's Old Tang.
Hmm? Wait a minute, Old Tang?
