Don't mess with the milk tea seller under the overpass. You don't know which laboratory she was playing with a reactor in the last second.
I just wanted to test the "forced sedation effect of extreme taste stimulation on the cerebral cortex."
Result: The cup of milk tea, which was colored like chemical poison, was called "forced calming liquid" by urban elites.
They: "Master, how do you control your emotions so accurately?!"
Me: (indifferently) It's about the ratio of expired tea powder and creamer.
I just wanted to test the subject of "destruction of small group cohesion through pheromone cues."
Result: The three gangsters who came to collect protection money started fighting among themselves and were taken away by the urban management team.
Passerby: "This girl is so amazing! She destroyed the evil forces in just a few words!"
Me: (speechless) I just said a few gossips and poured a glass of water on my hands.
I thought I was just taking a dimensionality hit, until I picked up the three ID cards and locker key, and saw the homeless guy on the corner taking a picture of my face with his old Nokia.
I just discovered that I seem to be more than just a "player" in this world...
