MTL - The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me - Chapter 790 Sports Students vs Dance Students 24

I, Ichinosuke, failed to get a job for 100 consecutive times. Furthermore, my record is still being updated as unemployed.

On my way to a job interview, I was involved in an accident with a truck and tragically passed away.

And then, a Goddess bestowed upon me the ability to grow at a speed 400 times faster than normal, before sending me to a game-like otherworld.

However, knowing that I would not become stronger even if I continued growing while jobless, I aimed to get a job, but I found out that it was my terrible fate to remain jobless.

As my Growth Cheat and Jobless Cheat existed side-by-side in this otherworld, an adventure record, no doubt certified by the job-placement agency as a harmful book, begins here.

“Brother Zhong, I don’t want to shoot this drama anymore.” A well-known female star looked aggrieved.

“Why?” Yin Xiaozhong leaned back on the sofa with his legs crossed.

“That director always took advantage of me, and didn’t direct the filming well at all.” The female star lowered her head and said softly.

Yin Xiaozhong nodded and pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, “Go and rest first, I’ll take care of this.”

the next day

News headlines: A well-known director accidentally fell from the balcony of a hotel after being drunk, causing his head to crash into a coma, and his legs were fractured. He is now out of danger…

- Description from novelbuddy

“While playing a Tsukkur erotic game that I loved, I somehow became possessed. To make things worse, I transformed into a perverted kid—one of the villains from the NTR series.”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.