Me: Mr. Groundhog, Come and Beat You

On a sunny evening… An ignorant young man actually ended up... Because he was drunk... "Ah..." "How did I become like this?" "I am the author... **You**" The author smiled slightly and left. Only a faint sentence came: "Roll over, woodchuck." New artist's work needs support. Dear readers who like this article, please leave a collection or a little flower. I love you, okay? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.