I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages: It’s another year of Qingming Festival

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You are on a long-distance bus returning home to worship your ancestors.

A light rain beat on the yellowed and degummed glass windows.

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

You put on your headphones.

The whole world went quiet.

You close your eyes.

Going to take a nap.

Suddenly.

A piercing electric mic blasts between your eardrums.

Mianmian's drowsiness was frightened away a little.

You take off your headphones.

Look around while debugging the plug-

The middle-aged man sitting next door is chatting on WeChat using the handwriting input method.

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

On the seat next door in the aisle.

Two girls in high school uniforms are whispering.

Occasionally there is a low voice of laughter.

Car ads in the middle of the aisle are still chattering.

"Nothing out of the ordinary."

You tell yourself that.

Then put the headset back on.

"Squeak!"

The current wheat has been fried even more seriously.

You begin to realize something is wrong.

You press your right hand hard against the glass window, and soon a noticeable mark is made.

The car entered the tunnel.

Everything goes dark.

You nervously rip off the earphones.

It was only at this point that you noticed—

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 had expressions of disgust on their faces.

The most important thing is their eyes!

Occasionally dull.

Sometimes with deep hatred!

You know this symptom.

You know that legend.

You know what these walking dead passengers have been taken from!

But it's too late!

"No!"

You light up and turn on the phone screen.

Just before your thumb touches that little red dot on the screen.

A bad news like a whisper of an ancient **** has exploded in your ears:

"One click for ten years will not be updated today."

You let go.

snap.

The phone falls to the ground.

In the peripheral vision.

You suddenly notice the new chapter on the page of the book—

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"It's another year of Qingming Festival"

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You have a fire in your heart.

"This may not be a request for leave."

You clicked it.

Then your eyes start to glaze at times.

Sometimes with deep hatred.

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This is a request for leave.

Although I feel a little embarrassed to ask for leave at the beginning of the month.

But there's really no way.

My wife and I have been licensed for many years.

But because of the epidemic and other reasons.

The wedding has been delayed.

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

Today is an engagement party.

Only leave~IndoMTL.com~ There is also a wedding reception in late May.

It looks like I have to take a day or two off work.

In the meantime.

I try not to take time off.

Bow.

Kowtow.

Brain pulp.

Chest hair.

This time it's all there.

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