The Vigilant Guardian

Chapter Eight: Sis, Why Are You Watching Me?

In the heavy silence, Aunt was the first to react, letting out a piercing scream: "Nian..."

Together, the couple rushed to save their precious son, who seemed devoid of the will to live. Aunt wept as she held him, while Uncle sighed deeply, standing aside.

Wei Wuji looked at his cousin, whose soul seemed lost, and felt a deep understanding.

There are three most embarrassing situations for a young person: being caught in slow motion by parents while fumbling with their left and right hands; being overheard while commenting on a female teacher's figure; and having their cringeworthy fantasy novel exposed to the public.

Each scenario could make one roll on the ground in shame.

He may have failed to die a physical death, but he had achieved social death.

I'm trained, so I won't laugh... Wei Wuji stifled a chuckle nearby.

Xu Lingyue turned her head, giving her brother a reproachful glare, silently accusing him of reveling in their cousin's misfortune. Xu Lingyin had come to ask for candy, but seeing the scene, she lost her nerve.

True to a scholar's wit, Xu Xinnian quickly concocted a plan; rolling his eyes and kicking out, he fainted.

...

In Wei Wuji's small courtyard, he stripped off his clothes and sank into a large tub filled with cold water, the chill refreshing his pores and invigorating his body.

With a physique honed to perfection, he had an exceptional tolerance for cold.

The greatest advantage of a warrior is their resilience.

Having escaped the life-and-death crisis, he could finally settle down to ponder some philosophical questions about life.

"Why don't I have any memories of the original's death or fainting?"

Wei Wuji clearly remembered how he had perished—likely from alcohol poisoning. Yet, the original seemed devoid of such memories.

As for Wei Wuji, his death stemmed from excessive drinking, which had happened after a promotion and a celebratory binge.

After quitting the police force, he chose to start his own business, only to face the harsh realities of society the following year, which taught him valuable lessons as he worked his way up from the bottom.

He became a diligent worker.

With a knack for hard work and the resolve to forge his own path, he eventually gained recognition from his boss, earning promotions and successfully entering the middle class.

Laughing heartily, Wei Wuji stepped outside, planning to celebrate with friends at a bar. His future seemed bright, with enough income for a mortgage and dowry, envisioning a life of marriage and children—as long as his neighbor's last name wasn't Wang, life would be peaceful.

"Smack!" He slapped the water's surface, sending splashes flying, frustrated: "Just when I finally got my ticket to the middle class, I'm sent to a feudal society... what a stroke of bad luck!"

"With six hundred thousand saved for a down payment, the saddest thing in life is not having money while still alive... no, it's being alive with no money left..."

"Forget it, I'll consider it my parents' inheritance. I wonder how high the inheritance tax is... If I had one more season, I'd definitely rank in the top tier."

"I haven't even watched the last season of *Attack on Titan*... the national football team hasn't won the championship, and I'm still not dead... oh, let's skip that."