The first day as a teacher.
Master took me to the 800-meter-high fighting arena.
He glanced sideways at the other five masters and smiled sinisterly:
"Watch Master play a big trick on you."
I sat on the small bench and cheered him on:
"Master, come on! Fuck them."
When the fight was over, I rushed forward, hugged his neck and cried:
"Master, wake up, who will cook for me if you are disabled?"
A big hand grabbed my back collar and lifted me up.
He frowned, licked his teeth, and spit out a mouthful of blood:
"You're crying wrong. I'm your fucking master."
Many years later, during the calamity of the human world, I met several masters.
I got drunk at someone else's wedding reception.
Feeling aggrieved, he grabbed the groom's sleeves and said:
"I have been following you, calling you master for so many years. I am so damn happy today, do you think it's time for you to call me madam?"
Someone grabbed my back collar and pulled me back:
"Did you make the mistake of crying? I am your master."
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[Working hard, cherishing life so much, being poor and coward, always unlucky, apprentice]
Love to fight big battles·Losing more and winning less·Drag and waste·Occasional God·Master
Purpose: pursuit of food, clothing, clothing and handsome men
