"Buzz... Buzz..."
Zhang San reflexively got up from the bed and touched the end of the bed. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find his phone. When he opened his eyes, he realized that it was not his room. Judging from the structure, it should be a hotel. He took out his cell phone from his twisted pants on the floor and turned off the alarm. Lying down and continuing to sleep, he suddenly started doing it again:
"Ah, why am I in the hotel?" Zhang San said to himself: "Oh... Maybe he suddenly suffered from hemorrhoids overnight." As he spoke, he lay down on his side and his eyes fell on the bedside table, where two Mao Zedong sheets were lying.
Zhang Sanbu Nao himself fell into a third-rate plot: hotel, loss of virginity, money. The inference that I am an MB is readily apparent. Zhang San wanted to cry but had no tears.
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