There were many water stains outside the glass windows of the building. Looking out, people on the street were either walking in a hurry or holding umbrellas and walking slowly.
But there was a lunatic who stood on the zebra crossing, wearing only a stealth suit, looking at his wrist bones and suddenly laughed, and there was some self-deprecation in that smile.
"It turned out to be three clubs. It seems that this start is even more difficult than the last time..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked up into the sky, revealing only one pair of eyes. There was no light or waves in his eyes, but more of calmness and madness. It was like telling someone or murmuring to myself: "Can I atone for my sins?" Then he stood in the middle of the road, laughing like crazy. When people passing by saw him like this, they all shunned him as if seeing the god of plague, greased their soles and left quickly. Smiling and smiling, tears fell unconsciously from the corners of his eyes, but he couldn't tell whether they were rain or tears. There were too many, and he had already lost too much...
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This is a world where people are cards. Everyone is born with a card imprint on their wrist bone. These people will be qualified to participate in the competition... "Let's see what wonderful performance the patient team will bring us!"
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The weak and pitiful pseudo-white flower is attacked by the contrast of coldness and calmness
(Both have some crazy attributes)
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Don't read if it touches thunder, the writing is not good, just spray lightly
Purpose: practice