Everyone Loves Gossip: The General’s Little Cotton Jacket Has a Draft

Everyone Eats Melons: The General's Little Padded Jacket Is Leaking Air

Mind reading · gossip · beloved by all · no romance · lighthearted · funny

I ate melons so hard I died, and the underworld compensated me with a loudspeaker that lets my inner voice sound out!

My name is Gu Niannian. I am a veteran melon-eater, dead at twenty-two. Cause of death: watching the legal wife and the mistress tear each other apart, only to be precisely headshotted by a flying high heel.

The trainee ghost officer’s hand slipped, and he pulled the wrong soul.

A scheming Yama, as an apology, stuffed the underworld treasure, the Three-Lives Stone (system, youth edition), into my hands and kicked me into this novel.

Now,

my cool and aloof general father is publicly lecturing his son, while thinking: [That unfilial son! He actually dared to dirty the vase his mother loved most!]

My weak and beautiful mother is gently mediating, while thinking: [Fight! Beat him to death! This show is more exciting than the stage!]

And I, looking at this group of ancient people who say one thing and mean another, silently connected with my “system.”

Today, too, I must strive for my melon-eating KPI until my dying day!

Only, how come the grandmother who transmigrated here ten years earlier and was supposed to be part of the beloved-child plot is looking at me even more excitedly than I am?

Grandma, stay calm! Our grand melon-eating enterprise has only just begun!