Lin Fan never imagined that he would complete the "traveling KPI" in such an outrageous way.
At 11:59 that night, he huddled under the covers and was having the last friendly meeting of the day with the hard-working "hand assistant" to express condolences to his restless "brother." Probably because he was too devoted to working overtime, the sweat on his palms was not wasted at all, and flowed sizzlingly to the old mobile phone charger on the bedside.
Just when time jumped to zero, he was all excited and ready to complete the "launch mission" - the electric current also followed the sweat and accurately found him!
"Uhhhhh-!"
During a violent convulsion comparable to that of a breakdancing king, the last thought in Lin Fan's mind was: "Damn, this feels like an 'electric shock'..."
When I opened my eyes again, there was no familiar ceiling, no emptiness of sage time. He saw only blue sky and white clouds, flying loess, and a confused old farmer in ancient clothes staring at him.
"This gentleman, where do you come from? Why are you dressed... So unruly?"
Lin Fan lowered his head and looked at the kuchazi he was only wearing, shivering in the breeze of the early Tang Dynasty. He wiped his face and looked at the sky sadly and angrily:
"God, I'm just one second behind! One second! This work-related injury... Whose fault is it?!"
