I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

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You are sitting on the long-distance bus for returning home to worship the ancestor.

The patter of light rain slapped the yellow and degummed glass windows.

The very regular bumps of the car quickly arouse your drowsiness.

You put on headphones.

The whole world is quiet.

You close your eyes.

Is planning to take a nap.

Suddenly.

The harsh electric microphone blasted between your eardrums.

The drowsiness was taken away a little by surprise.

You take off the headphones.

While debugging the plug, I looked around——

The middle-aged man with a pot belly next to him is chatting on WeChat using handwriting input method.

The little boy in the front seat looks curiously behind you.

On the seat next to the aisle.

Two girls in high school uniforms were whispering.

From time to time there was a low laughter.

The car advertisement in the middle of the aisle is still chattering.

"There is nothing unusual."

You tell yourself that.

Then put on the headset again.

"Squeak!"

The current wheat is getting more serious.

You begin to realize that it is wrong.

You pressed your right hand firmly on the glass window, and soon a noticeable mark was made.

The car drove into the tunnel.

Everything becomes dim.

You tore off the headset nervously.

Only then did you notice--

I don't know when.

Everyone in the carriage is looking at you with a faint look!

The little boy pouted at you.

The middle-aged man looked impatient.

Even the two girls have disgusting expressions on their faces.

The most important thing is the look in their eyes!

Sometimes dull and dull.

Sometimes with a deep hatred!

You know this symptom.

You know that legend.

You know what these walking dead passengers were taken away!

But everything is too late!

"Do not!"

You lighted up in your heart and turned on the phone screen.

But just before your thumb touches the little red dot on the screen.

A bad news like the whispers of an ancient **** has already exploded in your ears:

"Ten Years One Key will not be updated today."

You let go of your hand.

With a snap.

The phone fell to the ground.

Yu Guangzhong.

You suddenly noticed the new chapter on the page of the book--

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"It's another year of Ching Ming Festival"

...

There is a flame in your heart.

"This may not be a request for leave."

You clicked on it.

Then your eyes start to become dull from time to time.

Sometimes with a strong hatred.

...

...

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This is a request for leave.

Although it is a bit sad to ask for leave at the beginning of the month.

But there is really no way.

My wife and I obtained the certificate for many years.

But because of the epidemic and other reasons.

The wedding has not been held for a long time.

The improvement of the epidemic situation this year is finally set.

Today is the engagement banquet.

Can only ask for leave. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

There will be a wedding reception in late May.

It was like taking a day or two off when I was introduced.

During this time.

I will try not to ask for leave.

bow.

kowtow.

Brain plasma.

Chest hair.

This time it has everything.

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