The moment I got the admission letter from the university, I dreamed of going back to Beiping. After May, the land of Shenzhou sank, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the gunshots of Lugou Bridge resounded from north to south across the land of China. Countless blood stained the soil, and countless grief and indignation filled my chest. . Tsinghua Garden has lost its original color, Nankai Bali Terrace has become a ruin, the country will not rule the country, and the nation is facing subjugation and extinction, what is the solution to this hatred? Sacrifice like a hero? This is a dark and heavy era. Anyway, the people who have lived for more than ten years also want to taste the taste of the identity of a hero. I am a scumbag, but I also have a dream of a scumbag. Words - not having a sword in your hand is not the same thing as having a sword without it. The beauty of Miss Qiu, the dazzling light of fission, everything started on New Year's Eve.