There are still twelve hours, let's spread our legs and run with our lives, the farther we run, the more glorious it is, brothers and sisters, take out the monthly tickets in our hands, today I play with my life, please vote for your life, I will write until 12 o'clock in the evening, write as much as you want, and never keep it.

I'll leave the writing to me, and I'll leave the voting to you, please. (To be continued.) )