MTL - The Man Standing on Top of the Food Chain - Chapter 3 research plan

[A Kung Pao Chicken that does not look as good as it tastes]Ever since Jiang Feng had stumbled upon the discovery that he could actually see the descriptions of the dishes his father made, his life had taken a dramatic turn…1. This game entitles players to ultimum autonomu. Please explore it by yourself.2. This game will not interfere with any choices made by the Player. Please do your best to unlock the achievements.3. The game reserves the right of final interpretation.

What is love?Love has a lot of meanings.To scientists, it is something that arises as a result of hormonal changes in the human body. To philosophers, it Is something that is triggered in human consciousness when two souls connect. it means a lot of different meanings to different people. Love is happiness to some, it is pain, sadness, ecstasy. It is an emotion that cannot really be explained. It is something that is meant to be felt.You also choose to be in love.But that didn’t happen to me. I didn’t get the opportunity to pick who I wanted to explore these crazy feelings with.It was chosen for me.I had no choice but to love him and he had no choice but to love me.Our love story is the strangest but also the most beautiful ever told.This is our chosen love.

That year, the basketball god retired forever.

That year, the four giants of the City of Angels, which shocked the world, came to the fore.

That year, the little emperor entered the hometown team with unparalleled talent.

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That year, the son of planes, the great magician, the corrector of order… plunged into this era when the opponent was like a wolf like a tiger.

Come, come, stand in line one by one… How am I going to carry out this delightful torture (× crossed out)

My dream is just to heal your wounded hearts, yes, this is a homophonic stalk. – Liu Xiu.

The introduction is weak, I will see it later.

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

—— Dickens《A Tale of Two Cities》

I made myself a ghost back to life from death, with hatred in my bones and conspiracy brewed for years, sinking into the marsh, into the abyss. All I want is to bury the rotten roots, growing thistles and thorns which can kill like upas, to stab into the hypocritical civilization.

In the bottom of the muck……I found my lucida.

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