The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 660 - 664: Great Kind Person (Part 5)

Chapter 660: Chapter 664: Great Kind Person (Part 5)

After experiencing a multitude of bizarre events, Su Li had essentially gained some direction.

Looking back on Cong Shan’s experiences, it was like the struggle history of some male protagonist from an online novel set in a small world.

Born from humble beginnings, with unwavering beliefs... Suddenly, one day, he obtained an immense Golden Finger and his life changed forever. He ascended to the pinnacle of life and had wealth, status, and beauty at his command.

After achieving success and fame, he then turned around and slapped the face of his vain and realistic ex-girlfriend. Everyone who had once looked down on him was now groveling at the hem of his suit pants.

Just considering this formula, it feels exhilarating to think about...

But reality is reality and it’s not the same as the exaggerated patterns in novels.

True life isn’t just black and white.

Human complexity often leaves people baffled and unsettled.

A bad person, who had done a hundred wrongs, suddenly did one good thing.

So, is he a good person or a bad person?

To those he hurt, he is someone rotten to the core.

But to those he had helped and saved, he’s like an angel, evoking gratitude.

So it’s said, if you’re not the person involved, nobody has the right to judge the rightness or wrongness of what someone else has done.

And in his previous life, the original owner faced so many self-proclaimed agents of justice criticizing his past deeds.

Maybe the original owner, because of reality, didn’t stick to the promise to walk together.

But to the refined egoist Su Li, the original owner did nothing wrong.

Who else could feel her despair at that time, or the fear of not having a meal next, possibly being evicted by the landlord at any second?

After sorting through the original owner’s memories, Su Li got up and pulled out a wet wipe to clean her face.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to go to the bathroom to wash with water, but rather...

Although she could enjoy wealth and endure hardship, just the thought of that public toilet from the original owner’s memories...

It was just too much to bear.

Speaking of which, the public toilet was shared by all the tenants, where the filthiness and smell were hardly bearable.

The original owner, who also needed to use the bathroom, had braved the stench and cleaned it.

But such cleanliness rarely lasted half a day before it reverted to its former state.

Yellow-stained toilet paper was not thrown into the waste basket, but instead tossed around everywhere.

Cluster after cluster of black hair could be found everywhere, the washbasin was smeared with some unknown paste, and the mirror was so covered with water spots that even the reflection was blurred.

However, all this seemed to pose barely a problem to those with high tolerance, who would just close their eyes and endure to get through it.

Especially for those with severe myopia, all the dirty stains were...

Invisible, invisible, I cannot see...

But what was particularly intolerable was the indescribable smell, not to mention getting close to the bathroom, even opening the door to one’s room, that drifting "fragrance" would aggressively invade the nostrils.

It’s unclear how the other tenants could tolerate it.

Anyway, the previous original owner would try to take care of his physiological needs outside and would never endure until he came back.

Even at home in the evenings, he’d try as much as possible to hold it and avoid going to that toilet.

In contrast, Cong Shan seemed quite amused by it all, even finding amusement in the misery with a chuckle, "Get used to it, once you’re used to it, it’ll be fine."

And then, stuffing two wads of white tissue into her nostrils, she said, "Look, now I can’t smell anything, hahaha..."

You might wonder why the Great Kind Person Cong Shan wasn’t selflessly helping everyone by cleaning up.

Well, that was a question Su Li wanted to know as well.

Su Li planned to ask him this serious question when he returned.

As a good person, one should meet all kinds of requests from others.

Naturally, this included his girlfriend.

This point in time was not long after the original owner and her boyfriend moved into this shabby single room.

Today, her Great Kind Person boyfriend was probably out looking hard for job opportunities.

The original owner, however, got the chance to rest for half a day after several days of overtime work and the completion of a project.

Feeling sorry for Cong Shan running around in the sweltering heat, she took an advance on a small part of next month’s salary from the finance department and bought some meat, planning to stew it for her boyfriend.

After wiping her face, Su Li was drenched again with sweat within a few minutes.

She couldn’t stand it; in fact, based on the previous monthly salary of the original owner, without boasting of wealth and prosperity, affording air conditioning or a fan and eating well was still within reach.

Women really need to indulge themselves; otherwise, they suffer unduly, and others might think they’re only suited to live such a life.

Su Li dug out an old, dusty electric fan from a corner, plugged it in decisively, and blew it furiously at herself.

A cool breeze washed over her, and she finally felt alive again.

Su Li figured she still needed to buy an air conditioner.

The old electric fan buzzed and whirred, far from satisfying.

Once she cooled down a bit, Su Li noticed the pork belly on the chopping board. In such hot weather, if it wasn’t stewed soon, it was likely to go bad.

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After Cong Shan returned home exhausted, a man in slippers and big shorts poked his head out from a half-open door in the next room.

He winked and gestured at Cong Shan, saying, "Cong Shan, you better go back and check it out, your girlfriend is cooking something delicious. It smells amazing."

Cong Shan then sniffed himself and indeed caught the super appetizing aroma.

In a place perennially filled with all sorts of messy smells, it was like a whiff of Immortal Energy, irresistibly attractive.

Hearing the noise, doors of other rooms opened up as well.

A guy still holding a wad of tissues in his hand, his face flushed, made no effort to conceal what he had been up to in his room.

The others joked and made a few quips, then quickly switched the subject to Cong Shan.

A woman, heavily made up, couldn’t help but act coquettishly towards Cong Shan, "It smells so good, looks so delicious... I haven’t smelled meat in so long, Cong Shan... you know."

Although these new tenants hadn’t been there long, the slippery old hands who had lived there much longer quickly figured out Cong Shan’s disposition, and everyone started to chatter.

It was nothing more than wanting to mooch a meal.

Those who could rent a place here were basically destitute or inherently lazy, living from hand to mouth.

Such characters were also keen on taking any small advantage, never missing the chance for a bite of food.

Just a bite of food—for someone like Cong Shan, who was even willing to give away money, how could he refuse such a tiny request?

He readily agreed, and seeing the happy faces of his neighbors, he laughed along heartily, foolishly contented.

A sense of fulfillment spontaneously welled up in his heart.