Xiao Ming found that he was wearing a book, a book about which he didn't know anything. A person named Nao Lao told him about this. You ask me who Nao Lao is? Oh, he is a system, he came to Earth to write experimental reports, and now he lives in my eyes. He yelled at me every day to pay for it because I hit him with my car and he died without even writing a lab report. Of course, I don't admit this. Whoever drives a car has to check whether there are mosquitoes in front of him or not, will he kill the mosquitoes? By the way, you asked me what the experimental report it did on Earth was? Of course I won't tell you that it is to study the rigor of ancient Chinese poetry!