This is an imaginary extra story about a cousin and Uncle Li who knew each other when they were young. It has nothing to do with the content of the main text. On Children’s Day, I would like to give this to everyone’s seven-year-old Tuanzi cousin and eighteen-year-old boy Uncle Li.
"Xiao Shuo, hurry up."
"immediately."
Li Shuo shook off the wet stains on his hair and wiped it chaotically with a towel while holding up his jeans with one hand. As a result, he tripped on the leg of his trousers and almost rolled on the carpet.
After finally getting dressed, he grabbed his backpack and threw it on his back, put the peaked cap on his wet hair, and ran downstairs quickly.
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