You have a mediocre family background, average appearance, generally smart, and your moral bottom line has been vague for a long time. You occasionally think about philosophical issues, but most of the time your mind is filled with yellow waste. Your heart is as high as the sky, but you are hopelessly lazy, so you often feel jealous and resentful. You once fanatically believed that you would be chosen by God, but reality slapped you countless times and pushed you to the ground, creating a psychological shadow. One day, the Government of Time tells you that you have been chosen. You silently vow to let readers know how much of a scumbag you are. PS: 1. A piece of venting work from a newspaper company 2. HE! HE! HE! 3. Updates are random