An unusual essay from XX Middle School. Today I walked to school as usual. It was already past six in the morning. I went straight to the window selling triangular pancakes in the cafeteria. When I checked in, the uncle selling triangular pancakes suddenly dimmed his eyes. "

It's finally over." I looked at my uncle's greasy face burned by the smoke in confusion. "Today's triangular pancakes are free, and I'm adding a bag of soy milk for you. I'll give you whatever dishes you want to eat, all for free."

Are you...?" I suddenly felt that the uncle who had always been greasy immediately put a bag of soy milk on my table and walked out from behind the window.

Come, sit down, the restaurant is empty, listen to what I’m saying.” “Do you know why XX Middle School was built here?” “The land is cheap.” The uncle took a puff of cigarette, and his eyes suddenly became determined, “That’s not the case, XX Middle School.

It's not as simple as you think." I put down my chopsticks and looked at Uncle Youtiao in surprise, and the uncle took another puff of cigarette.

"Do you think the school chose this desolate and inhabited south of the city, far away from the center of the county, just because it was cheap? There is nothing so simple in the world. In fact, Fuzhong has been playing a big game of chess." "Playing a big game of chess?"

The triangular pancake I ate without having time to chew was exposed to the air. "Lord Bin Laden is not actually dead." The uncle said these words leisurely. My head suddenly flashed with the white light of Conan solving the case, "That even the News Network

Is it fake? ""Yes, they don't want to be like this. They just want to cooperate with the country's work and support their families." I looked at the uncle in shock. Behind the uncle was the dual glory of the People's Daily and Tencent.

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"So the news that there is not a single corrupt official in China is also false?" "No, this is true. Not only are there no corrupt officials, but everything is actually a lie. Li Qiming is false, Yao Jiaxin is false, and the news that the officer pulled out a gun on the citizens is also false.

It’s fake. It’s also fake that urban management officers smashed up stalls. They are all people deliberately arranged by the state. They are putting on a show for the West to make them think that the social contradictions in our country are very serious. In order to cooperate with the country’s strategy, they can only endure the humiliation and bear the infamy.

"It's over." After smoking a cigarette, the uncle flicked it, and the flickering cigarette butt fell into the trash can in the distance with great precision.

I looked at my uncle in disbelief as he flicked the cigarette butt with one hand. The uncle looked at me calmly and lit another cigarette.

"In fact, bin Laden is in Fuzhong?" "In Fuzhong!" "Where is he?" "No one has seen it. I heard that he had plastic surgery, maybe in the cafeteria, maybe in the art building, maybe in a class in the third year of high school.

The test papers, maybe even those under Derun Building, are all arranged by the state. "Is it all arranged deliberately? Then the food in the restaurant is also arranged deliberately?" "Yes, you are very smart."

He looked at me with firm eyes and said, "If it's too delicious, it will attract enemies. In fact, XX also has Western agents operating. Agents are also human beings and they also like delicious food. That's why they can only make it so unpalatable.

"It's all for Bin Laden. Only Bin Laden has the ability to attack Western countries." "Then the campus store" I can't help but think of the very expensive campus store. "Yes, you guessed it right."

It is to protect our operational personnel. The campus store is actually our logistics department. In order to avoid too many people buying snacks and we hungry people cannot eat Qilu Sanwei, we can only wrong the students. You know, in fact, the campus store.

The price level represents the highest consumption level in the world." When talking about the campus store, there was a hint of apology on the uncle's face.

"Ah?..." I couldn't help but sigh, "What about turning off the lights in school?" Before I could finish speaking, the uncle said, "That's all part of the plan. Bin Laden usually operates at night. We must pay the price and be scolded."

The price is to turn off the lights." "What about our school's basketball court?" "You must be wondering why there are so many people falling in love on the basketball court. This is the key. Western countries will never think that bin Laden is actually having a relationship there.

Also, those are all illusions.