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Use the X manager to unzip. First, go wash your hands, then unlock your keyboard, open UC Browser, search on Baidu. No need to thank me, just give the best answer.
The female teacher I had a crush on earlier spat downstairs, and I ran over and caught it. It happened to fall into my mouth, sweet and smooth, crystal clear. I quickly gave a thumbs-up and praised: Good phlegm! Good phlegm!! The female teacher blushed and gave me a charming smile. She shyly walked away, holding the textbook in her hands. "Teacher!" Your phlegm! The teacher glanced back with a smile: "It's your phlegm~" The classmates nearby cast envious glances, while I held my head high and strode toward the classroom, hiding my merits and fame... Walking into the classroom, I was still savoring the sputum. It had a faint fragrance—sweet but not greasy, greasy but not greasy. With a "gulp," I greedily swallowed it. Suddenly, I realized the teacher's phlegm was truly special—not only sweet, but also very chewy! It could be chewed slowly like gum, the more flavorful it became. When I was about to swallow it, I gulped down and couldn't swallow it. Sigh, the phlegm was so pusy and sweet, I couldn't bite through it~
It's not that I'm attracted by the post titles, nor am I obsessed with the content. I'm just playing the role of a passing, soy-sauce-type rookie. No need to look down on me, nor to worship me, because I'm just passing by. If you ask why, it's probably because I always have that tireless 'soy sauce' spirit of teaching others. I leave my footprints on every post, whether it's an H post, a water post, a hidden post, a flame-baiting post, a newbie post, a recruitment post, a photo-sharing post, or a merit-claiming post, and so on and so forth, I leave my footprints. If you ask my name, please call me Rookie Sword Soul; if you ask my nickname, please call me: Ultraman.
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