Everyone, listen, let me describe the hustle and bustle of this mortal world——
Li Bai: (holding the wine gourd and staggering into the subway entrance)
"Ugh! The morning subway train is so crowded! I think of how I used to fight at Qingya. Now I clock in at my desk and my poems are arranged in PPT format. The title of Poet is not as real as a cup of milk tea."
(Kicked the gate and staggered to the ground)
Lu Bu: (The steel pipe at the construction site hit the ground and gasped)
"Three hundred kilograms of square-shaped halberds are still dancing vigorously, but three tons of steel bars are broken? Wenhou Weiming, after all, can't survive the fifteen-yuan lunch box bill."
Wu Dalang: (Huddled in front of the coal stove at the entrance of the alley and looked around)
"How about two pieces of the new cheese pancakes, sir? To be honest, this city manager can run three minutes faster than the officials from Ximen back then..."
(Cake wrapped in oil paper)
Liu Chan: (slumped in the gaming chair and took out a tissue)
"Don't you guys scold me? The anchor really tried his best... If the Prime Minister is in the live broadcast room, he will definitely teach me how to use rockets to overcome the tribulation..."
(Smoke suddenly comes out of the keyboard)
Luban: (The glasses reflect the blue light of the code)
"I'm still fixing this bug at three o'clock! If I have the ink ruler in my hand, there's no need to compete with this Python..."
Everyone was startled by the sudden sound of an electric drill downstairs...
