Foreign Language is a little transparent writer. After his colleagues became a couple one by one, they showed off their affection crazily in front of him.
Foreign language burst into tears: "Isn't it great to have a partner? It would be more fun if I knocked on your CP."
Exam: "I'm addicted to cp, it's better to do it less."
Foreign language: "I don't, I don't. I not only have to knock, but I also have to write."
Then I became addicted to foreign languages.
Foreign Language watched them show off every day and knelt down by himself, until one day he fainted.
The reason was that I was addicted to CP and stayed up late writing articles. My body couldn't bear it anymore and I fainted.
When his colleagues went to visit him, they showed off their affection even more excessively, so he died in foreign languages.
In a foreign language, he cried loudly: "I don't care if I don't have a partner. It's not easy to do CP."
Neither career nor hobbies worked, and foreign languages went on another road of no return.