My name is Sun Liancheng. I'm an honest, incorruptible technology instructor at the city's youth palace who loves watching the stars. I'm a second-level inspector, with vice-ministerial rank
I'm on my way to a park to watch the stars. Huh, why are there two suns over there? Oh, it's the Dayaun? Then never mind.
Never mind my ass! Did this damn author eat too much Yunnan mushroom hot pot last night? Why is this blurb so embarrassingly over-the-top?
My name is Sun Liancheng. It's 1995, and I'm about to graduate from the astronomy department at Handong University. How should I plan the rest of my life
AI or AI has polished it and the writing is too bland.
I was looking forward to it at first, but the more I wrote, the more inexplicable it became. I don't know what you want to express. There are too many irrelevant things and people.
Too much nonsense.