"Hey, I'm dead, right? Then what do you mean? Boss, I don't sign unequal treaties, I'm not that casual. ... You said good treatment? Yes, yes, I'll do it! Oh, how could we, a great socialist young man, die young? Boss, from now on the younger ones will follow you~"
Ahem... All in all, this is a story about a happy complaining girl who has been working for hundreds of years (or longer). If her views are not correct, her writing is also not good. Dear friends, feel free to come and take pictures, so that the storm will come more violently~
PS: I will try my best to write it as normally as possible. The brain-dead Mary Sue may or may not appear. I will definitely not split it into the official version! Vase evil black flowers and so on... The most beautiful...