Cool, glass-hearted, pitiful victim
One day, a certain world champion picked up a miserable but beautiful little poor boy. Holding it in the palm of my hand every day, I was busy taking care of him, buying him breakfast and snacks, and everyone in the team was shocked.
"Do your clothes fit you? Do you want me to change them for you?"
"What's the temperature of the milk? If it's cold, I'll heat it for you. If it's hot, I'll blow it for you."
"Would you like lemon or tomato flavor? I'll get it for you."
I haven't seen a certain captain be so gentle in decades, and the team members couldn't help but think deeply.
"Did the captain send you a warm embrace? No."
"Did the captain comfort you when you were lonely? No."
"Did the captain warm your bed when you were lonely and cold late at night? No."
At this time, a certain captain and champion suddenly appeared behind them and said to each of them with a gloomy face: "That's my fucking boyfriend!"
Everyone: "!"
Later, the boyfriend the captain picked up seemed to have forgotten that he was a poor little boy.
"I'll assist, you go back."
"A loser can die, so let me do it."
"Can you please hurry up and kill someone? Get out of the way and let me get in."
Team members: "QWQ, where is the little poor guy we promised you?"
[1. A sweet story about a broken mirror and a reunion, guaranteed to be a scam
2. There are a lot of writings for beginners to practice privately, so don't go into details]
Intention: Out of the fog, I am the light
