It was a bone-chilling winter morning in the capital, and the work bell of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill rang while it was still dark. Li Chuan turned over on the bed and sighed. Five years ago, when he woke up, he found that he had picked up a system in vain after wearing it. After working hard for five years, he became a fifth-level fitter with a monthly salary of over fifty yuan. When he opened the door and went to work, he bumped into Qin Huairu. She hugged the steaming buns tightly in her arms and turned around and entered the house.
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It's well written, but a little messy
AI doesn't even understand it
The timeline is messed up! A talisman lowers the level! ! !
AI writing, you know it [please taste it carefully]