After three months of hard training in marksmanship, I finally got my revenge at the training base. While licking the bag, I heard a man's voice coming from all the microphones: "This wave of sneak attacks is textbook level." I sneered and typed: "Lao Liu still filled the cup?" The other party suddenly panicked: "I was wrong, leader! The microphone was not turned off just now!" The next day, I deliberately jumped to the same place and drove a nearby microphone to imitate his leader's speech. Sure enough, there was rustling in the corner. I thundered and sneered: "Have you finished writing the meeting minutes?" He was silent for a long time: "... How did you know that I wanted to write the meeting minutes?"
Due to the arrangement of fate, the box spirit Laoliu and I have an indescribable fate that we have met by chance many times.
