Someone is talking in my head.
"Hi, host, hello%#$&..."
…
Junze rubbed his eyebrows, maybe he was under a lot of pressure recently.
So, he made up his mind to resign.
The director was silent for a moment. Have you thought about it?
Think about it. Junze said.
The chirping voice in his mind finally stopped when Junze walked out of the hospital door.
Sure enough...
Junze felt relaxed. He looked at the bustling street and couldn't help but smile.
The next moment——
"Wow, just resign when you say you are going to resign. You look so decisive. I want to resign too$&#%..."
Junze staggered as he walked out. Before getting in the car, he thought and thought, squatted down and stood up, stood up and squatted down again, patted his head from time to time, and then swayed, his face was colorful, and his behavior was erratic...
The voice in my head spoke again.
"What are you doing @&$%#..."
Finally, Junze handed over his ID card and a few colorful photos of Mao Zedong.
"Hello, I'd like to make a call."
"What number?"
"Psychiatry."
System:...? ? ? ? ? ! ! ! ! !
Intention: stride forward against the wind.