By the way, at the end of the month, the data is over the limit, but the balance of the phone bill is insufficient. I am using the data to burn the phone bill. Well, I just saw that the balance of the phone bill is only 0.5 yuan, and I recharged it on Alipay.
It is really a baby in charge, and the whole family is starving to death. Next month is almost here, and the phone bill is still being burned...
Depressed and despised communication companies
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Hurry up and participate in the reasoning activity to win 50 yuan of phone credit
Damn, Brother Huangjue is a marketing genius.
Night Scholar: Damn! I'm so depressed, my phone credit is gone... I despise the telecom company!! Everyone in my family is going to starve... Qian: Employment contract, signed for one month, gives you 8 bucks. Night Scholar: Qian, I don't want to go back to a life where I'm scraping by, barely making it from one meal to the next... Qian: At this stage, almost a beggar, and you still have pride →_→ Night Scholar: I don't want to sign a contract that's basically selling myself T^T Qian: 100,000... and besides, being a janitor is more humiliating, come back... plus, you have nowhere to live... eating bones. Night Scholar: Heh... but it's reassuring, the most dangerous thing this year was an accidental spill from a water dispenser... Qian: You! ...Alright, you win... I'll provide food and lodging, plus a Jacuzzi, air conditioning, and a warm blanket! Night Scholar: Food and lodging?﹏?!! Jacuzzi O_o!! And air-conditioned blankets! H-humanity… a person can't possibly refuse air-conditioned blankets… %>_<%… so heartwarming! Qian!! I'm sticking with you... o>_
So shallow, there's not even a floor to lie on, sleeping out on the streets, yet still arrogant, hum...
Just kidding, Qian Ge is on the 4.7th floor! One floor higher than you. A mere sofa, stool, or floor can't compare to a building!!
The seventh floor is here. Lying high among seven layers of clouds.
Alright, the eighth floor is here, shallow underfoot.
O(∩_∩)O~
These are seven jars, you bastard~_~ The number seven kills everything in seconds, young man. You silly fool.
So what if it's seven? Once a scholar sits on a bench, let's see you carry manure on your shoulder.
I just recharged......
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