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Teacher Ning, I... I want to play games! The young man looked at the boy who was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and finally showed a kind uncle-like look. 'The prodigal son returns with gold. If you can change your past mistakes and become a good young man with upright values, I will teach you how to become a talented person. ' 'Thank you, thank you teacher...' The former genius boy covered his face and cried bitterly. The camera zooms out. The warm sun in winter lengthened the silhouette of the young man, and that shadow seemed to exude the radiance of 'truth, goodness and beauty' of humanity! The young man stood with his hands behind his back and waved to a handsome young man who was looking up at him with admiration. He took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it to the young man's hand. He said in a serious voice: 'Yuan, go and give me a parcel for King Furong...'

"Fifty years of life are like dreams and illusions, life and death"... Some strong men sang generously. Sorry to interrupt. What should I do if I have a hundred thousand years? ... Are you going to play Versailles? Ignorant and insignificant people have been so melancholy for a hundred thousand years. What should I do? Looking at the ridiculous pictures in the circulating crystal ball, and looking at the clocks turning backwards in the room, the Lord of Time, Zhao Ye, was lying on the throne made of the skulls of the gods, and once again fell into deep sorrow. \