I never thought that one day I would travel into a book I wrote. The maid next to me reminded me in a low voice that I should prepare for the martial arts competition to recruit a bride. Too bad, the weak liberal arts students never fight, and the only thing related to martial arts is probably Tai Chi, which they took as an elective in college. Do I want to perform a set of Tai Chi for health and fitness in front of everyone? The maid was still comforting me, praising my kung fu to the extent that there was nothing in the sky or on the earth. With a wave of her hand, she beat the cows across the mountains to the ground, and with a stamp of her feet, I rolled over the rivers and caused the seas and mountains to collapse. If I hadn't written this story, I almost thought I had traveled through time in a fairy tale. Sister, even those who praise us must abide by the Basic Law.
