90 Peace

"Sigh..." Ling Pingan sat at the counter and sighed.

The document on the computer screen went back to empty again.

The reason was quite simple. The Soldier King of the City was indeed very good at acting cool.

However, his habit of being a reasonable writer always made him involuntarily wanting to construct a world that seemed logical and self-consistent.

Therefore, he could not continue writing after the beginning.

Rubbing his temples, Ling Pingan looked up at the time. It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"Let's relax by watching some variety shows..." he said.

It just so happened that the variety show he had been looking forward to for a long time was about to start.

He turned on the TV and switched to the tomato station.

He concentrated on watching it.

However...

After watching it for at most an hour, he sighed and turned off the TV.

To be honest, he was looking forward to it at the beginning.