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The landlord entrusted me to take care of her useless son, and I "took care" of him by sending him to the police station. One moment he was sitting in a wheelchair directing me to pour tea and water, the next moment he was walking normally and left with a calm and collected back view. I quietly followed him, wanting to pull him back, but instead he pulled me along and we both jumped into the mud pit together. He looked at me with an arrogant gaze and said: "You''re indeed a rough jade." Is this supposed to be praise? But when did I become his apprentice? When I really saw him like a cheetah, chasing prey in the steel forest with ease, I was convinced. I''m just a small illustrator, closing my eyes will bring up chaotic images and unrealistic fantasies. He told me it''s just a game of "blind man''s bluff", but when I opened my eyes and stared at the person in front of me, I felt like my whole body was frozen. Is it you? Why is it you?