Two short stories: 1. I am the most successful case of O pretending to be A.
I climbed all the way up and was about to be crowned Emperor of the Empire.
But the night before I ascended the throne, the news that I was an Omega spread throughout the Star Network overnight.
Rebels gathered outside my palace.
Indoors, I stepped lightly with my bare feet on the naked chest of the first marshal, the backbone of the empire, and asked him softly:
"Marshal, are you going to betray me too?"
2. In the Olympics, the day I lost to Liang Jin, I punched him.
The revenge he gave me was to die in the summer when the whole country applauded him.
Without this nemesis to hinder me, my road to the championship was extremely smooth.
I am holding the trophy of being ranked number one in the world, so I should obviously be happy.
But why can't I laugh no matter what?
Intention: Put some first-person writing into practice
