My Merit System Is a Bit Crooked

My merit system is a bit crooked While I was squatting on the curb eating pancakes and fruit, my trouser pocket suddenly vibrated like an electric toothbrush. I took it out and took a look, and saw a text message popping up on the screen of my phone: Congratulations on becoming the 250th user to experience the infinite meritorious system! The first task: Help the old lady cross the road with a time limit of 30 minutes. Success will reward you with +1 merit value. Failure will cause you to be struck by thunder and physics. I choked on a mouthful of crispy food and coughed so hard that my lung tube almost popped out. Are scammers so unprofessional these days? The last time I received a winning text message, I was asked to pay a notary fee of 5,000. Just as I was about to put my phone back into my trouser pocket, a bolt of lightning struck from above my head, accurately cutting off half of my pancake fruit. The burnt smell mixed with the smell of chopped green onions went straight up to Tianling Gai. I stared at the half-smoking plastic bag in my hand. When my knees went weak, I kowtowed to the telephone pole: Grandma, which road are you walking on? Grandson is coming! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.