Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies
Chapter 277: Incomprehensible

Chapter 277: Incomprehensible

"What’s wrong with what I said? Doesn’t sound good? I spoke better than all of them, why do I get so little while they get so much?" Zhong Yu felt that Lin Murong was just playing favorites.

Lin Murong was a hypocrite.

Lin Murong judged by looks, thinking he was ugly before treating him differently.

Zhong Yu had enough, he truly was fed up.

Why, why did everyone look at him like that?

Was there no one who didn’t judge by appearance?

Lin Murong looked at him, listened to him speak, and slowly opened his mouth in surprise.

Spoke well? Better than the others?

Damn!

Where did he get that confidence?

Why was this brother so confident, so very confident?

"Isn’t that so?" Zhong Yu was infuriated.

"You really are..." Lin Murong struggled to speak for a moment before finally getting the rest of his words out.

"Confident. Too confident." It was impossible to find anyone as confident as him. It was the first time Lin Murong had seen someone so full of themselves.

No, that wasn’t right, he might have seen such a person before, but he had forgotten.

Zhong Yu looked at him, now even more enraged.

"My speaking is bad? Where is it bad, tell me, where is it bad?!" Zhong Yu felt his abilities were being questioned.

"It wouldn’t be right to say it’s bad. It’s just that there’s not a single part that is good," Lin Murong honestly admitted.

Zhong Yu: "!!! What do you mean. You can say I am not a good person, but you can’t say I don’t speak well."

Zhong Yu knew he was not good at speaking, so he had prepared for a long time for today’s talk.

And then, this was what Lin Murong had to say about him.

Zhong Yu was very dissatisfied.

Zhong Yu went emo.

He had no intentions of fighting with Lin Murong, he just quietly brooded by the side, feeling sad. In a moment of his sad haze, Lin Murong almost thought he was looking in a mirror.

That was him, wasn’t it?

He used to be like that as well.

Forget the past, he had been just as emo recently.

Zhong Yu crouched in a corner, overwhelmed with sadness.

Watching him, Lin Murong began to feel a little guilty.

"Don’t be so sad anymore. Cough cough cough... It’s no big deal, I’ll give you more. You’re a grown man, is it really necessary?" Lin Murong didn’t understand.

Although he himself was like that.

But he could understand himself, not others.

"You don’t get it, do you think it’s because of that?" Zhong Yu gave him a melancholic look and then slowly shook his head.

Did Lin Murong think it was because of that? It was because Lin Murong treated him with favoritism.

Favoritism.

Double standards.

"You this..." Lin Murong, somewhat irritable, ruffled his hair, feeling like it was going to fall out.

How can this guy be like this?

What exactly does he want?

"Alright, no more talking, I get it," Zhong Yu buried his head in his knees, silently grieving.

Lin Murong: "..."

Ah ah ah ah!

What does he want?

Is this man even a man?

Emo at the drop of a hat.

Even more emo than him.

Honestly.

At last, Lin Murong ended up giving Zhong Yu a lot of stuff before he packed up and left.

He wasn’t kind-hearted, he just, looking at Zhong Yu, saw himself.

He remembered his own times of being so emo, and that’s when his sympathy arose.

And so he gave him a lot of stuff.

Zhong Yu took the things and left, but he was still stubborn, feeling that Lin Murong was treating him differently, and that now it was just a show because he had called him out on it.

Although he felt Lin Murong was being hypocritical, he didn’t refuse what Lin Murong gave him.

He couldn’t refuse, there was so much stuff; he just couldn’t say no.

From that day on, Zhong Yu stalked Lin Murong, guarding the spot where Lin Murong set up his stall every day, then gazing at Lin Murong with sorrow.

Lin Murong: "..."

And then Lin Murong would give him some goods.

Zhong Yu would take the goods and leave.

Then when Lin Murong came back to his stall, he would be there to look sorrowful again.

Lin Murong: "..."

Dammit.

That’s too annoying.

This guy must be doing it on purpose.

He just wants to freeload, doesn’t he?

No more selling!

Lin Murong stopped setting up his stall.

He didn’t want to see Zhong Yu, that weirdo.

He’d rather endure Su Yinhang and Chi Yan’s public displays of affection than witness Zhong Yu again.

Such a dumbass.

Hmph.

"Why haven’t you been setting up your stall lately?" Su Yinhe asked when she saw him hanging around the supermarket.

"Because I want to save the supermarket money." Every time he saw Zhong Yu looking sad, he’d give away goods for free, which was indeed harming the supermarket’s interests.

That’s unacceptable.

Lin Murong had never loved the supermarket so much before.

Su Yinhe: "Save money?" Su Yinhe was a bit confused; she didn’t quite grasp Lin Murong’s point.

"Exactly, I’m defending the supermarket’s interests." Lin Murong said with an air of moral righteousness.

Then after saying that, he dashed to the snack aisle and clang clang, he flaunted a whole cartful of snacks.

The kind with the small shopping cart.

The kind where you don’t pay.

Su Yinhe: "..."

"So, you’re actually just being lazy," Su Yinhe hit the nail on the head.

"What? You’re not even paying me a salary. I used to go there just to kill time and make myself happy. But recently, there’s this outrageous guy, just too much, I don’t even feel like killing time anymore. I don’t want to listen to stories anymore." Lin Murong got more and more angry as he spoke, hitting at the air with his hand in frustration.

Su Yinhe: "Alright, alright, you should rest well. You’ve worked hard, so hard setting up the stall every day." It’s just some snacks, after all, it’s good to be generous.

That’s what Su Yinhe told herself.

"Hard work, not really, it was quite interesting." It’s just that he met Zhong Yu, that oddball, who told terrible stories and stood beside him being emo, affecting his mood.

After giving away goods to Zhong Yu a few times, Zhong Yu seemed to start treating him like an NPC to farm goods from.

Coming every day to farm goods.

Lin Murong originally didn’t want to give them, but when he saw Zhong Yu being emo, he couldn’t help wanting to give.

He felt it shouldn’t be like this; if he couldn’t control himself, then he simply wouldn’t set up the stall.

To eradicate this behavior from the root.

Once Lin Murong stopped setting up the stall, he started to mess around in the supermarket and with the people there, including Fangfang.

And Su Yinhe was the person he hassled the most.

Even if Chi Yan was there to take the brunt, with Lin Murong getting beaten black and blue, he wouldn’t give up.

He insisted on being a nuisance, persistently so.

If Chi Yan really hit him hard, and he didn’t dare to go back, then he’d turn to bothering Fangfang.

Fangfang felt like cussing.

"Fangfang, you’re really not gentle at all. How does Xiao Hua put up with your bad temper?" When Fangfang got angry, Lin Murong would actively add fuel to the fire.

Being a nuisance, all the way through.

Fangfang: "Idiot! Big idiot! Huge, huge idiot!"

"See, see, you curse so viciously. How on earth does Xiao Hua tolerate your bad temper?" Lin Murong said, as if he’d caught Fangfang on some significant weakness.

He even wanted to record it.

To record it on Su Yinhe’s tablet.

Fangfang: "..."

This damned man.

Hmph.

Hmph, hmph, with the way Lin Murong loved to be annoying, it’s a wonder how he hasn’t been beaten to death.

Fangfang didn’t understand.

Nor could it understand.