I am Lin Xiaoman, a copywriting dog of Party B who was repeatedly ravaged by Party A.
On the 38th day of continuous overtime work, when I was revising the 108th draft of the plan at three o'clock in the morning, my eyes went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed - an anxious monkey squatting above the boss scratching his head and ears, and a sharp-nosed scissor monster floating behind the representative of Party A.
My bestie's love brain is a pink bubble machine, and a menopausal volcano that erupts intermittently hovers above my mother's head.
I was horrified to find that I could still catch these strange creatures!
The boss's anxious monkey was crushed into balls, and he actually calmly approved my annual leave.
Party A cut off a handful of hair from the scissor monster, and the plan was approved on the spot.
Now the whole company thinks that I am a master of metaphysics, and they queue up to ask me to "kill by touching my head."
Until one day, I picked up the jealous hedgehog of my immediate boss, and he backhanded me with a needle.
In the severe pain, I heard a voice: "Congratulations on unlocking a new skill: emotional materialization."
Looking at the strange emotional creatures on the streets, I fell into deep thought: Is this a superpower or a large-scale social death scene?
