Akiyama Sachi is a bitch, born by the lowly Akiyama Rika.
This world’s class division is clear, especially in Hujiang.
The children of those who sell roasted bird are also sellers of roasted bird.
The children of bankers will also be bankers in the future.
The children of taxi drivers will also drive taxis, and the children of sewer workers will also fix sewers.
The children of prostitutes are also prostitutes.
"This world no longer allows any change, I’m the only exception, but even I agree... Professionals should do professional work."
"Let beasts always remain beasts, let the upper class always remain the upper class, isn’t that great?"
"Everyone has their appropriate place, my little doggy, don’t you think?"
Akiyama Sachi nodded, once again agreeing with these words that insulted her.
If life had never changed, if she always lived in the shadow of the auction house director...
Maybe her life wouldn’t be so bad.
Because she was destined to become accustomed to self-denial, recognizing herself in an environment of degradation.
But life always gives some hope to those in despair, to make them live more painfully.
The sound of social software suddenly rang.
This meant someone was privately messaging her.
The man did not care, because of the many people who privately messaged Akiyama Sachi, nearly ten out of ten wanted to experience Akiyama Sachi’s degrading services.
But this time, a man who always knew everything surprisingly miscalculated.
"Are you living very unhappily?"
"My brother can make people happy, his name is Morioka, can you come to find him?"
"We can help you become happy."
Morioka Immortal’s little fan suddenly said some words that felt unfamiliar to Xiaoxing.
Of course, Xiaoxing also learned and recognized words.
But unlike the thoughts that teachers impart in schools, Xiaoxing’s learning process was also filled with denial of her personality.
Happiness is a word that felt unfamiliar to Xiaoxing.
A word that felt unattainable to her.
"We can help you become happy," this sentence, she understood.
Because there were also some men who had said these words to her mother, Akiyama Rika.
But usually in very dirty terms.
By rights, if there was no special task today...
She should ignore these people.
She was just a tool.
An auction item.
Posting those things in the group was just to further extinguish her sense of shame.
More outrageous things were left for the clients who bought her to do.
The man said:
"We will just train you to be a semi-finished product, as for becoming a finished product, that’s what the clients will do."
"Clients also need to experience taming you. This will make them happy."
So it could be foreseen that even if she was bought, even if she left this horrible man...
There would still be even more terrible people controlling her in the future.
Happiness will not come to her.
She really thought so.
Absolutely do not yearn for happiness, that will only make yourself miserable.
And that kind of misery cannot bring food or hot water.
That kind of misery was what her mother said, yearning to live with dignity, thus ending up with neither dignity nor money.
Akiyama Sachi just considered she saw an idiot. An idiot constantly talking about happiness and joy.
She did not intend to pay attention.
In her despairing life, there should not be a ray of light, because she herself lived in the darkest corner of this city.
But she was wrong.
She underestimated the persistence of that child named Morioka Hitomi.
...
March 2nd.
"Today my brother brought a limping person, oh, he is really in pain, I really hope to help him."
"Perhaps reviving his limb, that would really be a good deed, I have a few more black spots on me, more than last time with that gambler."
After posting that photo playing the role of a sow... That "little fan of Morioka Immortal" privately messaged her again.
This time, the words were really strange.
But she did not pay attention.
In the night,
she received a more amusing message. "Had ramen today, it’s my favorite. Is there any food better than ramen in this world?"
Akiyama Sachi knew what truly rich people would eat.
Would an Immortal who can bring happiness find ramen delicious?
She increasingly found it funny, always felt that opposite the computer was a childish kid.
But on March 3rd...
Akiyama Sachi was peeking at a chat group as they discussed ghost stories—Morioka Immortal.
Because this Immortal healed someone with a broken leg, not only was that person no longer limping, but also walked briskly.
She immediately thought of that self-proclaimed "brother of Morioka Immortal" little fan.
And thought of the words said by the other person yesterday.
Is it a coincidence? In the made-up story, there happened to be a person with a broken leg getting healed?
She still did not respond to that little kid.
But during the later conversations, she indeed started feeling something was off.
Because on the night of March 3rd, she received such a message.
"Tonight very tired, there’s a big sister with very little hair, my brother decided to make her happy... Her hair will become a lot."
"But for some reason, I feel a bit tired."
And on March 4th...
A woman with hair that Xiaoxing felt comparable to a manga heroine revealed her photo.
Naturally, a group of men started comparing her to that woman.
She was a lowly dog, while that woman was a noble goddess.
Xiaoxing was already accustomed to this.
She even... didn’t feel pain, didn’t feel any psychological distress.
She only cared about that woman’s hair.
Really beautiful.
And then, the childish kid appeared again.
He seemed to know that woman.
Hmm...
That woman should also know that kid, otherwise why boast her hair and then leave the group?
Perhaps, that kid could really make people happy?
Thinking so, of course, is somewhat far-fetched.
But inexplicably, Xiaoxing’s heart seemed to have a little... spark.
That spark could not illuminate the darkness deep within her heart, but it did make her begin to have some expectations.
March 4th.
The childish kid seemed to be in a bad mood.
"I can bring happiness to others, if others are happy, I am happy."
This sentence, the childish kid said twice.
Xiaoxing had never paid attention to him, because in the past those who privately messaged her were all for having a relationship with her.
But this kid was indeed different from others.
Interestingly, even though her life was so dark, upon seeing this kid’s self-comforting words... she still had the energy to sympathize and pity him.
So Xiaoxing couldn’t help but finally reply for the first time:
"Are you happy?"
The kid’s reaction actually surprised Xiaoxing. Xiaoxing’s words had a bit of mockery.
But just her single reply... clearly made him happy.
"Happy ah, wow, I’m so happy that you replied! Although many people don’t know me, I really helped them! (Grin) (Grin)"
This was actually a very ordinary response, yet it seemed through those extremely simple, built-in system emojis...
She felt that person’s happiness.
That happiness, as though because she replied?
No matter how terrifying the brainwashing, no matter how deep the psychological suggestion from her mother and the man infused into her...
At this moment, she suddenly felt some joy, such joy made her have a desire to cry.
Is there really someone who would be happy because of someone as lowly as me?
Perhaps...
Perhaps he is just a kid? He is just a kid who doesn’t know how lowly I am.
Huge feelings of unworthiness made even a moment of happiness so anxious.
So she made a somewhat self-destructive reply:
"Ten thousand yen once, come? If you come, I’ll send you the address."
At that moment, she actually felt a bit liberated. Felt she had returned to the dark corner, smelling the moldy world.
But what she didn’t expect was...
There really was light shining in.
"Let me help you, I don’t know what secret pain you have, but let me help you."
"You come to District 19, Morioka Residence find my brother, just say you are very unhappy..."
"My brother will help you. Believe me, my brother will help you."
Is happiness something that can be easily obtained if someone helps? Is this world really a place where some are born happy, some are born unhappy?
She wanted to argue back, even sneered.
But her tears were unstoppable.
Because in this world, there really were people willing to make her happy, even if only verbally.
Cold tears dropped on the tabletop, and in Xiaoxing’s mind, she asked over and over: Am I worthy of happiness?