This article focuses on the following: The stupid author once wrote this article using another account, but due to his own stupidity, that account became unusable, so he opened a new account to write it.
He is 1.8 Meters tall and is always entertaining. I became a judge at the beginning because I thought I was the chosen one, the son of destiny, but in fact I am a handsome guy in the late second grade of middle school who thinks too much and is incurable (?). Today, I still wear a poisonous pseudonym. I looked at the judge next door who climbed over the wall, took a slow sip of tea, and then started my daily routine of getting sick.
(What should I do if my aunt is ill?)
(Our family's spiritual examiner gets sick every day)
(Go to the second grade! In order to conquer the stars and the sea!)
(The aunt next door is also my best friend today!)