"Our goal is-"
"There are no cavities!"
"The one with rotten teeth your size is the mercenary king! The mercenary king!"
"That's what you promulgated in the "249th Revision of the Slogan of the XX Mercenary Regiment". Ah, it was the time you were diagnosed with tooth decay in Hornsby."
"Is this what you humans call power politics and hegemonism? Are we going to promulgate the "250th Revision of the Slogan of the XX Mercenary Group" now? However, I still think that the goal of no cavities is a greater goal, hahaha..."
"You're such a bunch of bastards!"
Suddenly feeling someone tapping her shoulder, Axi turned around, and then... Frozen. She looked forward and upward. For a moment, the sun was incredibly bright. All the people and objects in front of her were only hazy outlines, as if they were about to melt into the dazzling light, and her eyes hurt.
"Little miss," the person in front of me said with the same smile as usual, "If you take it seriously, you will lose."
Suddenly his face was full of guilt.
This article mixes elements such as thunder, nerdiness, rottenness, and complaints. This is my first time writing a novel. Please give me your advice. We warmly welcome comments, messages, collections and diving enthusiasts.