This is bizarre.
Wang Sen woke up one morning, and things immediately got bizarre.
A white whisker had sprouted from his heart's aperture, and it was acting cute.
The "old man" living in his head was a girl who spent every day plotting to kill her enemies.
He had no special talents, yet was draped in a tattered blue robe?
Could things get any more chaotic!
The collision between chivalrous justice and modern society.
In the morning, he holds a thermos. At night, he punishes evil and upholds justice.
What is going on? A theory that the world is made of particles? Parallel worlds?
Even if our meeting is just a fixed, unchanging particle, I still believe in love without a doubt.
