[Nervous little Ameng × aloof archeology professor]
Little Ameng, who is always in a state of inactivity, has been admitted to college and is digging people's graves with her butt stuck out.
Professor Gao Leng, why do you always grab my hand?
Because I want to teach you better grave-digging techniques.
Okay, I'll tolerate it, but I'm always unlucky, so you'd better stay away from me.
Don't worry, the professor will help you.
OK, OK, I have help again.
Professor, can you do it?
Come on, Professor, give me a hug, a kiss, and lift me up high. See if it works!
Hey! That's right, I'm no longer the unlucky kid.
Professor, why can I be fine if you hug me, kiss me and hold me high?
Because I am your destined one.
Ancient tombs hide cause and effect, and broken books explain confusion. When buns come into your belly, bad luck says goodbye.
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Dear friends, the historical descriptions in the book are purely fictional due to plot needs.
