Try each profession in the merit system
Teacher tasks
One point will be deducted for being aggressive to a student.
If the sound is too loud and scares the students, one point will be deducted.
If the sound is too low and students cannot hear clearly, one point will be deducted.
If it hurts students' self-confidence, one point will be deducted.
One point will be deducted for not smiling throughout the day.
Not gentle enough, one point deducted.
If students are not encouraged and praised, one point will be deducted.
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Police mission
If the thief is not found, one point will be deducted.
If someone runs a red light and fails to stop him in time, one point will be deducted.
If you work undercover and arouse the other party's suspicion, one point will be deducted.
My identity was almost exposed, so one point was deducted.
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Environmental protection mission
If you don't see a banana peel on the ground, one point will be deducted.
If you fail to persuade the litterer, one point will be deducted.
One point will be deducted for failure to stop sewage discharge in time.
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Actor tasks
Writer's Assignment
singer task
beggar task
President's tasks
secretarial tasks
Designer tasks
nurse tasks
Tour guide mission
Agent mission
astronaut
firefighter
scientist
farmer
worker
reporter
stewardess
doctor
lawyer
ghost hunter
Matchmaker
nanny
wife
mother
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Try every profession once, and you won't be afraid of traveling all over the world.
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Pre-released article "The heroine has too many vests"
She changes her identity every seven days.
Sometimes she is the daughter of the Minister of Hubu, sometimes she is the daughter of the Minister of Rites, sometimes she is the lady of the Minister of War, sometimes she is the daughter of the Minister of Punishments, the daughter of the Minister of Officials, the daughter of a Taifu, and the princess of the dynasty...
An embroidery picture allows her to change her identity.
The persona cannot collapse, and the vest must still be able to cover it up.
Advance receipt
Wear into BOSS mobile software
One day, a mobile software "Girlfriend Development Game" was inexplicably found on the phone of BOSS, who was not a womanizer. BOSS uninstalls the software directly, but it cannot be uninstalled. Change the phone and the software is still there. I continued to change mobile phones, and I changed ten of them, but the persistent software is still there. BOSS reluctantly clicked on it, so he started the game of raising a girlfriend who was forced (ashamed) and helpless (shy).
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I'm hungry.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I'm thirsty.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I'm cold.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I'm hot.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I want to wear nice clothes.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I want to put on beautiful makeup.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: I want to play with fun toys.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: Play fun games with me.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: Your date with me today hasn't been completed yet!
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: It's time for me to study! Take me to school.
Girlfriend Ding Lingling: It's time for me to go to work! Take me to work.
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BOSS: Am I raising a girlfriend or a baby? In confusion...
Prepaid! I have a lot of collections and will update soon.
Purpose: Accumulate merit, experience life, and protect the environment
Reader comments
It has been three years since I was finally able to write something about my father, and this article brought me some strength and thought.
After my father passed away, I had to face my mother directly. My relationship with her has not been very good since childhood. She has a behavioral logic that is difficult to change and basically cannot deal with her own emotions. Many times she cannot be called a qualified caregiver. She has difficulty rejecting others and cannot defend her own interests. She has been addicted to the narrative structure of the victim for many years and is constantly "being wronged."
From this I learned what "staring out of sight" is - after your eyeballs are hit hard, you will temporarily become blind like TV snowflakes.
But this cannot be said to be entirely her fault. My grandma's beating was even more terrifying, inexplicable, and irrational. It was so serious that my grandfather had to kick my grandmother over to prevent her from beating my mother to death when she was less than seven years old. The reason is that my mother was given too many antipyretics by a barefoot doctor when she was a child. Her mental development was slightly delayed for a while and she couldn't speak. My grandma felt that she would be a fool in the future and she had to keep her. So when I came home from get off work every day and according to the "rules", each of the three children was given a spanking, my mother would receive the heaviest spanking. Those beatings contained hatred for "defective products" and disgust for "burdens". (Of course, this "rule" itself is also ridiculously scary)
I have to say that this, to a certain extent, led to my mother escaping from that home by getting married prematurely. She did not know how to deal with emotions because she was never allowed to have emotions. She was beaten until she collapsed and laughed, which was her only resistance. This situation happened to me like a curse when I was young, and it has worsened and continues to this day.
To this day, whenever she touches me, I feel disgusted and resisted. When she sneezes, I jump with fright. When she walks next to me while I am sleeping, I wake up.
My mother's moodiness made me doubt my own existence. I hated myself more than the person who hated me the most. I keep cutting my preferences. Once I find something I like too much, I subconsciously keep myself away from it. At the same time, I was hostile to every child who approached or entered this home, and drove them away at all costs. This at all costs is not just talk. I once almost took an ax to kill my cousin who was living at home.
To me as a child, she was the moody Cthulhu who was difficult to observe and summarize. I always used to hide behind my father to alleviate this fear of not being able to look directly at her.
Now we can only face it directly.
It's hard and painful, it's really hard to describe.
It has been three years since I was finally able to write something about my father, and this article brought me some strength and thought. After my father passed away, I had to face my mother directly. My relationship with her has not been very good since childhood. She has a behavioral logic that is difficult to change and basically cannot deal with her own emotions. Many times she cannot be called a qualified caregiver. She has difficulty rejecting others and cannot defend her own interests. She has been addicted to the narrative structure of the victim for many years and is constantly "being wronged." From this I learned what "staring out of sight" is - after your eyeballs are hit hard, you will temporarily become blind like TV snowflakes. But this cannot be said to be entirely her fault. My grandma's beating was even more terrifying, inexplicable, and irrational. It was so serious that my grandfather had to kick my grandmother over to prevent her from beating my mother to death when she was less than seven years old. The reason is that my mother was given too many antipyretics by a barefoot doctor when she was a child. Her mental development was slightly delayed for a while and she couldn't speak. My grandma felt that she would be a fool in the future and she had to keep her. So when I came home from get off work every day and according to the "rules", each of the three children was given a spanking, my mother would receive the heaviest spanking. Those beatings contained hatred for "defective products" and disgust for "burdens". (Of course, this "rule" itself is also ridiculously scary) I have to say that this, to a certain extent, led to my mother escaping from that home by getting married prematurely. She did not know how to deal with emotions because she was never allowed to have emotions. She was beaten until she collapsed and laughed, which was her only resistance. This situation happened to me like a curse when I was young, and it has worsened and continues to this day. To this day, whenever she touches me, I feel disgusted and resisted. When she sneezes, I jump with fright. When she walks next to me while I am sleeping, I wake up. My mother's moodiness made me doubt my own existence. I hated myself more than the person who hated me the most. I keep cutting my preferences. Once I find something I like too much, I subconsciously keep myself away from it. At the same time, I was hostile to every child who approached or entered this home, and drove them away at all costs. This at all costs is not just talk. I once almost took an ax to kill my cousin who was living at home. To me as a child, she was the moody Cthulhu who was difficult to observe and summarize. I always used to hide behind my father to alleviate this fear of not being able to look directly at her. Now we can only face it directly. It's hard and painful, it's really hard to describe.
After reading it, I feel it's not enough QAQ