Bodward, with his school uniform draped over his head, looked like he was being beaten into submission. Behind him were his classmates, four young men.
The four young men tied their coats around their waists and showed positive smiles.
Don't give up? There must be a way out of this desert.
Birdward muttered in his heart: Then tell me, is this the Arabian Desert, the Libyan Desert, or the Taklimakan Desert?
You seem dissatisfied with me?
Of course, normal people would have been panicked for a long time, but you pretended to be calm and acted like the leader. If it weren't for the fact that I am a citizen with good qualities, I would have beaten you to pieces.
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With great difficulty, the two of them found a gravel area that resembled a stone wall. Birdward leaned on the rock tiredly.
I'm so thirsty! Even if I die from exhaustion in this hellish place, my parents will forgive me, right? Thinking about it, Birdward fell into a dream.
One morning, I saw a beautiful woman in the park. What I thought was a beautiful encounter turned out to be the beginning of a bad relationship.
When I was in elementary school, I had the habit of going for a walk in the park every morning. One morning, I met Lampshade squatting on a stone bench in the park, playing chess by herself.
I don’t know where I made the mistake to actually play chess with her. From two out of three games to three out of five games, Lampshade lost miserably. As a result, she shouted angrily, come back tomorrow, come back again.
We played for several mornings, and she yelled at me every time I lost. Because the chess quality was so bad, we never played chess again. This was the beginning of disaster. After we became friends, we often met in the park.
We played all afternoon, and every time we met, she would bring out different gadgets, including spinning tops, game consoles, and fishing nets. She ignored the park's express prohibition against catching fish, and had more than a dozen versions of calling her parents if she was caught.
Birdward, Birdward, someone shook my shoulder and saved me from this nightmare. Although I wanted to thank him, I gave up at the first sight of the disgusting smiles of the four teenagers.
There was a layer of dark clouds in the sky over there, and it might rain. Bodward and the four young men seemed to have seen hope, and ran in that direction. There is a saying that goes like this,
"God, you did this to me! Where's the rain?" Birdward roared as he watched the dark clouds disperse. (To be continued)