Under the dual pressure of the idiotic leader and the unreasonable Party A, I finally collapsed. While drinking with my friends, I cursed: "What kind of job is this? Whoever wants to do it can do it!"
"What a bunch of bastards!" Everyone agreed, having been tortured miserably by the capitalists.
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"It's better to be in school." Someone said faintly after the scolding.
I couldn't agree more: "Yes, I really miss my student days, so carefree."
Unexpectedly, when I woke up, there was a thick pile of books piled on the table in front of me. On the upper right corner of the blackboard were written several bright characters: 286 days to the college entrance examination.
The numbers are posted with bright red stickers, which makes people panic.
I looked at the sky speechlessly: It doesn't have to be so extreme, right?
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
