Once upon a time there was a mountain with a tree on the mountain and a group of mentally ill people on the tree. They were telling us stories. What were they talking about? Once upon a time there was a mountain with a tree on the mountain and a group of mentally ill people on the tree. They were telling us stories. What were they talking about? Once upon a time there was a mountain...
Suddenly one day, a lunatic appeared in his mental illness. He didn't want to tell this story anymore, so a new story was born...
Once upon a time there was a ball, and there was a scary space on the ball. There were a group of sheep in the scary space, and there was a wolf among the sheep. They were telling us stories. What were they telling us? Once upon a time there was a ball, and there was a scary space on the ball. There were a group of sheep in the scary space, and there was a wolf among the sheep. They were telling us stories. What were they telling us? Once upon a time there was a ball...
The story we want to write is not a cross-racial love like a wolf falling in love with a sheep; rather, when the wolf is about to kill all the sheep and eat them all, the sheep suddenly takes off its coat and says, "Brother, I am a wolf too!"
P. S. Crazy and mental illness cannot be confused. Don't use mental illness to insult the intelligence of us crazy people.
I'm crazy, so I'm here, OYeah~!
Whisper: The above text is not the author's original intention (I burst into tears...)
Preparing for the exam, paused...