One cannot possess youth and the feeling of youth at the same time.
Lin Chu felt as though the health bar of his youth had been slashed in half by the endless barrage of exams from elementary through high school;
then slashed in half again in college by the rich, handsome male classmates he could never compete with and the female classmates he could never win over;
and after graduation, it was slashed in half once more by the endlessly packed subways, the endless cheap takeout, the endless overtime, and the endless stream of "Got it" messages.
Cut after cut, with no end in sight—and every single damn hit was percentage-based damage.
More brutal than a gacha game.
If you didn't have money, chances were your health bar would hit zero before you even turned thirty, maybe even earlier, and you'd become just another docile, castrated beast of burden.
