[I finally thought of changing the title of the novel, so I unlocked it. No repair. Thanks for watching.
(That's why I locked the article before because I thought civilization was too middle-class, right!)
On the day when the rocket launcher successfully took off, a young intern reporter slipped into the crowd of onlookers.
General: Who let in this quail?
Young reporter: I, I, I... The inner one... The middle one...
General (furious): It's useless to say anything! Who sent you?
The little reporter's inner os: Myself?
Pseudo-cute little reporter in the battlefield × General Gaoleng Quexian
Attack each other, he, no knife in the whole process.
Don't expect too much, any comments are welcome.
Thanks for watching.
Completed. Extras drop from time to time. Full text free.
Waiting hard. Thanks for accompanying me.
Intention: to know people, faces but not hearts
