During the days when I was writing this article, I kept recording my thoughts as they happened...
A bad writer
After graduating from college, I worked as a white-collar worker, but finally succumbed to the otaku characteristics in my body. I resigned and stayed at home, under the guise of taking the civil service examination, but I was not very comfortable working as a rice insect.
A certain pig
A writer's high-quality husband has been in love for 7 years. They started as a stupid campus sweetheart, and were finally put into the grave of love by their parents four months ago.
Why do you say high quality?
Excellent appearance, excellent family background,
…
No more.
(A certain writer was embarrassed, "Pig, I'm at a loss for words when I want to trick you. What else do you have besides your face and your father?"
The pig's eyes did not leave World of Warcraft, and he just said lightly: "Are you itchy again?"
"No...")