According to Zhang Ze's life experience for more than 20 years, he is really different from ordinary people, because since he was born, he has a magical special ability, perhaps a kind of mental power, who knows?

That is————————He can always make his life extremely unsatisfactory.

Let me give you a specific example to illustrate, such as waiting for a bus.

When he is very idle today and even wants to take a ride at the bus stop, the bus he is waiting for always arrives as scheduled. Even when he feels that there is no seat and waits for another one, another empty bus will come.

But if he is in a hurry today, is late to work, is in a hurry to catch the train, or it will rain heavily soon. Congratulations, he can always get a half-hour waiting, and he can't even get a taxi.

This kind of unsatisfaction became even worse after he went to work.

For example, today, he rushed from home to work early in the morning, soaked two cups of black coffee to refresh himself, and completed the backlog of work at hand with quality and quantity. Then he looked at the computer clock and wanted to get off work on time when he was dating his girlfriend.

His department manager suddenly came over and said to him: "Xiao Zhang, stay after get off work, and there will be a project social event together."

What

Am I a woman? Am I a public relations manager? Am I the project team leader? Why am I going? Zhang Ze shouted in his heart, but a well-behaved smile appeared on his face and he happily replied: "Okay, supervisor."

The facts were so unreasonable and irresistible. He had no other way except to go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy himself a bottle of Licco to protect his kidneys.

As for the evening date...

"Dear, I'm sorry, I have to work overtime."

"hehe.."

"I'm sorry, I'll compensate you tomorrow. Can you take you to steak?"

You are not his (her) friend yet. Please send a friend verification request first. Only after the other party passes the verification can you chat...

Good thing, Zhang Ze directly pressed to knock down the screen.

It doesn't matter, he thought: I don't like this girl who is right or wrong anyway.

She and Zhang Ze were together and said that it was because he looked handsome, but when they were really together, they always nagged him for not having money.

That's right, Zhang Ze is very handsome, and this is also one of his troubles.

This is not pretentious. For this reason, he has also studied psychology specifically. Psychology defines whether a person's happiness is not related to what the person gets, but depends on his personal mentality.

For example, if you are very handsome, and then you enjoy your handsomeness, you use your handsome face and enjoy it, then you are happy.

But when you are handsome, you only want to prove yourself with your work ability, but when the people around you see your achievements, they will only say with appreciation: The young man is handsome and talented.

Then this is pain.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, come here to take Mr. Li's car with you."

"Hey, here we come."

Zhang Ze agreed with a smile, and he couldn't tell at all that he had just experienced the 35th love breakup in his life.

Public Relations Bureau, what is the most important thing as Party B? Is it a proposal? Is it a contract?

Wrong, you can pretend to be a grandson.

If the customer's glass is empty, you have to pour the wine first than the waiter. When the food is served, you have to pass it to the boss of the Party A without hesitation. When the other party raises the glass, you have to press the cup low and clink the glass.

As the bottom of Party B, Zhang Ze’s task is to get drunk before the leader.

"Vomit~Wow!" A violent vomiting sound came from the next door of the toilet. Zhang Ze, who was urinating here, could only silently envy him.

Because he has another problem, he won’t vomit when drinking.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that you are boasting about the good alcohol content. Maybe it’s just because your kidneys are good. Every time you drink alcohol and you haven’t waited to vomit, he urinated. But the price is that the alcohol concentration in your body is higher, and you feel uncomfortable the next day.

"Xiao Zhang, are you vomiting?" The supervisor who was washing his hands asked with some concern when he saw Zhang Ze coming out of the toilet.

"Uh..." Zhang Ze wanted to explain that the voice was not his, but he thought the misunderstanding was good, so he scratched his head embarrassedly: "The alcohol tolerance is not good."

"Then we'll go home and rest first when this game is over. We'll have to go to the second game later." The supervisor patted his shoulder with a wet hand and wiped it twice.

"Okay, thank you, supervisor." Zhang Ze thanked against his will. In fact, he knew in his heart that their second game was the main course. Without his participation, he could not only save money, but also avoid the embarrassment of leadership being unable to let go.

Zhang Ze returned to the table, greeted his leaders, and refused their hypocritical and polite attempts.

Finally, I could walk alone on the street in the middle of the night, take a deep breath, and the free air smelled so much.

He wanted to walk around like this to dissipate the inexplicable depression in his heart, but the catalyzed by the evening breeze made his head heavier and heavier. Maybe he should have taken a taxi, Zhang Ze thought, but at this time a long-lost twitch suddenly came from his stomach.

He ran to the green belt on the side of the road and vomited in a dim mood.

"I actually vomited." Looking at the undiluted shrimp on the ground, Zhang Ze was secretly happy. After vomiting, he absorbed less so that he would not have to ask for leave tomorrow.

Holding the tree in the green belt, he found a curb and squatted down. He looked at the cars flying by on the streets at midnight, and secretly wondered whether they were in a hurry to return to the warm home. Someone in their home was waiting for them?

"Hey, young man, life is very depressed?" A hoarse man behind him rang out. From the vicissitudes of his tone, he could hear that he might have the same special abilities as Zhang Ze.

"Doesn't you have to live even if you suffer?" Zhang Ze didn't look back, for fear that someone would see that there was water in his eyes.

"In fact, sometimes you don't have to live so depressedly. It may be easier to change your life." The man continued.

Zhang Ze felt clever, because while the man was talking, he suddenly felt something was gently rubbing his back, and he wouldn't have encountered a pervert, right?

Zhang Ze hurriedly hid to the side, but unexpectedly his feet became numb and he fell to the ground all of a sudden.

With the drastic change in position, his head became even more dizzy and his stomach began to churn again.

But compared to this, he was more afraid of the perverted uncle behind him. If the front page was reported tomorrow, he would not be able to afford to lose that person.

So I tried hard to turn my head and look behind me. I didn't see anyone, but I saw two yellow and black glass balls floating in the air slowly leaning over.

Zhang Ze burped, tried hard to adjust his eye distance, and finally saw clearly. The two glass balls belonged to a black and white striped tabby cat.

The cat jumped over his body lightly and landed in front of Zhang Ze, making a gurgling sound in his throat.

The cat brought his round face over and almost touched it on his face. His beard accidentally rubbed against his nose, making it numb and itchy.

Zhang Ze really wanted to pull it away, but unfortunately his special abilities were in effect at this time. His arms were not as good as his wishes and were still hanging on the ground. Or Zhang Ze felt that his whole body could not move at all. It was over. Could it be that he had drunk fake wine?

Just when he was in amazement, the hoarse voice started to speak again, "If you really don't like living like this, why not change it with me and let me taste the feeling of being a human being."

Zhang Ze heard the sound, but didn't see where the person was. He just felt the cat's mouth moving in front of him.

"Hahaha." Zhang Ze couldn't help laughing, and tears came out of laughter. He must have been poisoned by alcohol and it was over.

But this is the first time he has had hallucinations when he drinks alcohol, a talking cat?

Shouldn't it be a dancing villain?

The cat was very serious, and sat down in front of him with a serious face, posing in a very elegant posture, looking at him like a statue.

"How is it? Did Xiao agree?" The cat said, tilting his head, looking cute.

"Hahaha." Zhang Ze still giggled. This may be the happiest time he was drunk. He was drunk, so he just chatted with this hallucination cat.

"Hey, what kind of monster are you?" Zhang Ze relaxed, and simply supported his head with his hands, lay comfortably on the side of the road, and asked the cat with a vague pronunciation.

The cat's eyebrows frowned, and he looked down at his body helplessly, sighed with great vicissitudes and said, "Oh, I should be the last cat demon in this world."

"In the Dharma-Ending Age, the demon clan has basically fallen." The cat told him nonsense seriously: "I have lived for hundreds of years, and I have seen everything I should read and experience. The only regret is that I was playing when I was young and did not practice in one fell swoop when the spiritual energy was prosperous."

"Yeah, then you should be a cat demon who is not doing your job properly." Zhang Ze changed his posture and lay his head in the bend of his elbow to make himself more comfortable.

The air in September is a little cool, but the road beneath me emits the residual heat of the sun during the day, as warm as the kang I slept when I was a kid.

"Yes~" the cat sighed, lay down and looked at his eyes and asked, "So what? Do you want to change it? Being a cat demon is not bad. The demonic power transformed in my body is enough for you to live for another one or two hundred years, and I also know a lot of magic."

"Hahaha." Listening to the cat's voice that contrasted with the cute image, Zhang Ze sneered: "If I become you, I will change your rock voice first."

"Hmm? Isn't this voice sexy?" The cat smacked his lips, "It doesn't matter. You can do whatever you like, how, whether to change it? Anyway, you seem to be so depressed and so depressed, it's better to change a life, a carefree life. You will find that being a cat is much easier than being a person."

Zhang Ze lay there, thinking seriously with his drunken brain for a moment, and actually felt that his proposal made sense.

What do you mean when you are a human being? Learn to make money by others, learn to get married, learn to have children, and then look back and find that you have only one house and a son waiting to take over your property.

But…………

"Can you really live for one or two hundred years as a cat demon?" Zhang Ze confirmed with concern.

"Yes, and there is no aging or illness." An anthropomorphic smile appeared on the cat's face, making the scene look even more magical.

"Then what kind of magic do you know?" Zhang Ze was already moved. How many ancient emperors asked for a long life?

"Theoretically, anything is fine. As long as there is support from demonic power, it is fine to call the wind and rain." Black cat thought for a while and said seriously, and finally asked again: "How is it? Will it change?"

"Transfer!" With the catalysis of alcohol, Zhang Ze proudly reached out and said to the cat: "Come on, bite me."

"Really? Don't regret it?" The cat's eyes lit up instantly, and there was a strange spirit in its golden pupils. It bent up, as if it was restless as if it saw prey.

Anyway, it was in the hallucination that he would do whatever he wanted, Zhang Ze stretched his arm towards the black cat again and said loudly: "It's true... it's more real than fake wine. Bite me quickly."

"Don't worry, don't bite, I'll make sure you don't feel pain, just sleep." The hoarse voice slowed down, and it actually had a hypnotic effect.
Chapter completed!