I have been moving bricks at the construction site for three years, and my heart is already dead. I even feel that in this life, except for concrete, nothing can be harder than my heart.
Until the appearance of Time Chicken, everything changed.
There was so much talk about it before I crossed over, but it held me back everywhere after I crossed over.
"I'll call you big brother, can you let me go back? Look at the cigarette in the hands of the old man at the door. It doesn't make me die faster."
"I said we are not good at studying. If we keep working like this in high school, we won't be able to lay any foundation for going to the construction site in the future, right?"
"What? If I don't get into college, I won't be able to go back in my life?"
"What kind of foundation do I have, brother? Others have time-travel systems, so why the hell do you want me to do it with my bare hands when I time-travel?"
I...
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