The Earth Recognizes Me as Its Son, I Just Want to Get the Perfect Attendance Award

What is it like to be recognized by the earth as your "own son"? Chen Yuan: Thank you for the invitation. I am in Beijing and just got off the subway. The world suddenly became as crispy as a pancake. I squeezed it gently, and the mobile phone that had just been installments shattered into aluminum alloy cheese. One hundred and twenty Star Destroyers were lined up on the far side of the moon, waiting to bombard me, and there were only two things on my mind: Can I still keep my perfect attendance award today? My wife asked me to fix a leaking radiator. It costs 200 yuan. Can Earth Mother reimburse me? Since this world insists on making me its own son, Then I have to finish this pancake with double eggs first, and then think about saving the world. Throughout the whole process, the social beast's tough talk + the ultimate contrast + the smoke and fire of the northern market, 20,000 words were completed in one go. If you're not happy, you followed the network cable to hit me!