My name is Zhao Jie, Zhao from the State of Zhao, outstanding Jie. I live in a slum in Canberra, the capital of Australia, the "enclave".
But my teacher, who is also my adoptive father, is unusual. In my family, the president, king, chairman, and even the United Nations General Assembly are not as comprehensive as my adoptive father who has collected the most powerful people in the world.
What does he do, you ask?
He told me that he was a mastermind, what I prefer to call a "war guru."
Of course, the most serious part of this article has ended here. The following is the "most unserious serious text in history."
Zhao Jie: Dad, there is a bald prince in the empire who bullies me.
Zhao Laizi silently stole the crown treasured by a certain kingdom.
What does it mean to be more like a father and son than a biological father and son? When father and son go into battle, it will be mine to die.
PS: This is not a father-son story~
PSS: Absolutely not accepted