I felt like I was a pretty unlucky kid. I have been working diligently in the literary club for more than a year, scrambling to do dirty and tiring work, and not treating myself as a human being. It was easy to get qualified to be the next president, but at the beginning of this semester - due to long-term poor management, I finally couldn't survive, and I was so bankrupt that I didn't even have any scum left.
So he was collectively sent to the drama club and went directly behind the scenes. More miserable than an abandoned wife.
As a literary young woman who only knows how to complain and is full of bourgeoisie, the feeling of being surrounded by script experts is like a classmate who is a poor student from the second generation of a wealthy family.
Therefore, when this topic was laid out, I, the leader of the team of abandoned women and the author, would feel anxious and ready to burst into tears every time I started work.
God knows, it actually won an award...
In the words of our instructor, "This is talent. My mother, it would be a pity if you didn't go to Jinjiang to create a trap, Daidai."
So, the sincere me is here~~~