The autobiography I wrote cannot be a tragedy

"You are really good at editing post-processing.

If you know a little bit about P-pictures, your circle of friends in college won’t be all straight. "

Duan Xian brought a fruit platter and placed it in front of Meng Lang.

"What kind of straight man style?" Meng Lang stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth and asked doubtfully.

"The three best things about girls taking selfies are staring and pouting at a 45-degree angle. When straight men take selfies, they look serious and curl their lips. The uglier the better."

"Uh... Hey! After all, I am also an outstanding member who graduated from the Photography Amateurs Association. Am I as unworthy as you say?"

Duan Xian rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Don't mention your fans association. I just believed you and asked you to take a photo for me. What's the result? Not to mention the stiff posture and the strange composition, my height of 1.8 meters makes you uncomfortable. The photo was taken to be 1.6 meters tall.

Did you know that from that day on, all the male classmates in the class set the background of my call notifications to your photo?

Thank you so much for unifying the weights and measures for me! "

emm…

I thought it was because I was very skilled and my works were loved by my classmates, but I didn’t expect that I was unintentionally gaining respect for the whole class?

"Who made you look so angry? You don't even know how many people wanted to tie you up in the middle of the night when you first entered school. Singles lived in the same era and in the same school as you. That was so sad..."

Meng Lang and Duan Xian couldn't help but smile when they talked about their college days.

Meng Lang has been feeling tense recently, but Meng Lang really enjoys this rare moment of relaxation.

How many people have tried their best to live an ordinary life.

It's just that the ordinary future of their generation is precarious...

Duan Xian's parents went for a walk after dinner, leaving the space at home to the three young people.

Seeing the hint in Duan's mother's eyes before leaving, Meng Lang knew that she hadn't given up yet.

During this time, Xiao Yi was curled up watching TV, while Meng Lang and Meng Lang were sitting on the sofa chatting.

[In early trading on April 10, the price of Bitcoin suddenly fell sharply, with a drop of as much as 10%, causing 100,000 people to liquidate their positions. Financial regulatory agencies once again reminded investors to pay attention to related risks...]

Duan Xiaoyi changed channels casually.

"This virtual currency seems to be very popular recently. Many people around me are playing it, and they even told me that this thing can help me support my retirement. Is it true?"

"If you want to buy it now, I don't know if it will last for your retirement. It will basically last you until your death." Meng Lang said this while eating some fruit.

"Well……"

[Xinhua News Agency reported that the snake head, a national treasure-level cultural relic with twelve animal heads, has finally been seen again after 158 years, and will be exhibited for the first time at the Sioux City Museum in the near future...]

[‘I must die’ The data leakage of 87 million users continues to unfold. Bergzak was questioned by Congress at the Black House on the 10th. The following is the live scene...

“You think you don’t have a monopoly?”

"Yeah we didn't."

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"I swear, it looks like he's wearing a mask."

"Can you smile? To prove you can do it."

"Okay, stop laughing, this is kind of scary."

"Are you sure you're not a robot?\