In the eyes of most people, Confucius is a god-level saint with his own aura, but there was a little kid who had just read "The Analects" for the first time, so he hugged Confucius' thigh, shamelessly, forcefully and coercively lured him to appear in the column "Little Kid Asks Confucius".
The little brat is me, and "Yichun" is my character. At the same time, people in the world give me the nickname "Little Devil".
The little kid looked at the master who was tied into a meat dumpling with a smile, and smiled sinisterly: "This column is to tease Confucius with his behind-the-ball thinking. It is interesting and valuable! You are innocent, so hurry up and get into the trap!"
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