On the first day I sneaked into the Genius Laboratory, I was tortured to the point of autism by the harsh tutor and the manuscript. The only solace is the sweet and clingy financial elite boyfriend outside school. He was always afraid that I would be too busy with scientific research and would not need him, like a large humanoid power bank. Until I was called home by my instructor for dinner. The moment I opened the door, my boyfriend and I looked at each other and the air froze. At the dinner table, he said "She's allergic to seafood" and the whole place fell into silence. Later, when the voice of the narrator saying "global coverage" spread throughout the world, I knew that all the nights were not in vain, and all the vests were lost.
