The Human Bug Management Bureau is arresting people! I am wanted for N number of old habits exceeding the limit. Cell phone cancer turned into a red-dot goblin that sat on my head and forced me to check my friends circle; the ghost that could not be read back blocked the world's news for me; the Excel beast that was busy sent me Ctrl into overtime hell; the takeaway favorites expanded into a black hole, and even my bank card was sucked into it. The director turned out to be the liver-protecting tablet that I threw away when I stayed up late to nourish my liver. He slapped the table: Either fix the bugs into SSR-level good habits within seven days, or the "final version" file will forever cover it! I superimposed social fear + social bull on the spot, pretended to be dead online and offline, and laughed until the bug caused all the machines to shut down.
