Tang Shuang is an art student studying overseas. He thought he'd go bald alongside his paintbrushes and endless papers, until one day a wounded man barged into his dorm room.
Man: "Ah, give me a cup of brown sugar water, and I'll trade you a night without tears..."
Tang Shuang: "I can make you the brown sugar water, but only if you write my paper for me."
This story was inspired by the author's boundless resentment toward papers during finals. It's just a little fantasy. Having someone else write your papers for you is very, very wrong, so please don't imitate it.
Updates irregularly.
Theme: What would everyday life be like if a mercenary and a student, two people whose paths would never normally cross, lived together? A little fantasy that sprang from a life of endless, boring routines.
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