I met a great person on the subway this morning.
On the subway, suddenly a buddy's phone rang loudly.
The passenger heard a string of words: Grandpa, that grandson called you again. . . . Grandpa, that grandson called you again. . . . Grandpa, that grandson called you again. . . .
I saw that buddy slowly took out his mobile phone and answered: Hey, Dad, what's up? . . .
Dormitory buddies are violent. One day, he found a mosquito in a mosquito net. He was busy catching it for a long time, but he didn't catch it. The buddy sighed and said, "Shit, I'm starving!" "Then put mosquito nets quickly.
Put it away, put it under a mosquito net for several days, and finally starved the mosquitoes. Our sweat is nothing, right? Many people have done it.
One day, he found a fly flying into the mosquito net and told us, "I must kill it." We said, "The flies are hungry. It seems that you can't beat them."
"Look," the man grabbed a novel, got into the mosquito net and sealed it. I kept waving my fan while reading the novel, but I didn't let the fly fall to the ground. It took two hours.
Finally, flies can't fly. He leaned down and poked the fly and said, "Fly, I haven't read enough books."