In District Q of Q City, a small fishing village surrounded by industrial enterprises was quietly shrouded in an unknown chemical mist, and the sky was a strange yellow-green color.
Resident A: "I woke up in the middle of the night because of the stench. I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stand it anymore. I couldn't bear it the next day and then I went to the hospital. I didn't expect that half the village was here." The corridors of the hospital in the town were crowded with people, and the nurses and doctors who dispensed medicine were very busy.
Resident B: "I am a pregnant woman. My family wants to take me away for fear of affecting the baby." Residents far away in the suburbs can clearly smell the stench of chemicals.
Resident C: "... I can't help it, freshly laid fry!... I don't know what the hell it is! This black thing corroded the fishing rafts, all the fish ran away, and the ones that didn't ran away were poisoned to death!" In the intensive care unit, several fishermen had swollen fingers, a series of blisters on their skin, and the wounds were white. There was also an older man who was paralyzed in bed and could hardly breathe. The doctor had just diagnosed a double lung infection.
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Chu Youran was sleeping soundly in the apartment building where every inch of land was precious. He felt it was too cold, so he muttered something about how cold it was while wrapping himself tightly in the duvet.
Chen Yulu sat on the old but neat seat, slightly raising his young and handsome face.
A teacher who studies economic development said profoundly: "Are you aware of the economic miracle happening around you? Regarding this miracle that has attracted worldwide attention, people often talk about demographic dividend, urbanization, and natural resources."
"What I want to talk about more is whether there will be such a miracle in the future? Students, that depends on you."
The teacher was well-dressed and walked calmly out of the classroom.
The light in Chen Yulu's pupils danced, it was the flame of youth, idealism, and intellectual fervor.
At this time, Chu Youran sighed comfortably in the bed, with a trace of drool dripping from his soft lips.
They still don't know what fate they are heading for.
Foolish rich second generation x talented college bully
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This article is entirely fantasy and any resemblance is purely coincidental.
Intention: the idealist's idea