On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, a rotten Confucian scholar was studying hard in a cold window, dreaming about being named on the gold medal list and having flowers and candles in the bridal chamber.
"Huh, who else are you looking for while I'm here?" A beautiful young man said sullenly while standing behind the Confucian scholar.
Report, my friends are constantly holding me back, trying to stop me from becoming successful and famous.
Of course I obeyed him. The author's own mother laughed and said nothing.
Remarks: The sweet article in the newspaper loves to bully the weak and unlucky ones.
A collection of short stories, updated as the occasion demands.