作者 : Daniel Wilson

Introduction: Praying mantis preying on cicadas while sparrows chirp behind. On how to make a scum attacker kneel and sing "Conquer". Fictional background.

作者 : Hannah Green

The takeaway arrived half an hour late, and the soup spilled all over the bag. Nobody was there to address the problem, so in frustration, I gave a negative review. An hour later, the merchant sent a message: "Sorry for affecting your dining experience. Are you satisfied with this resolution?" He then sent a picture. It was a person with no facial features, with their head submerged in a pot of hot water. "I will be arriving at your house soon. I hope I can convince you to withdraw the review," he said.

作者 : Sebastian Blake

On the day I won the Best Actress award, I had to make a phone call to my first love as part of a live broadcast mission. After three beeps, a woman's voice came through the phone, sounding playful, "Honey, it's so cold under the blankets~" Everyone was stunned in that moment. It was because the person on the other end of the line was my arch-rival in the competition for the Best Actress title, Yu Yue. The hashtag #BothBestActressesComeOutOfTheCloset# trended in the rankings.

作者 : Oliver Martinez

My sister-in-law is the fattest woman in our village. My brother spoils her endlessly. Other women in the village can only eat two eggs during holidays, but my sister-in-law eats meat every day, her mouth full of oil. She claims to be the happiest woman in the village. My brother holds her gently and they both laugh joyfully. "The fatter the wife, the more prosperous the life. Women should be a little fat." But I know that my brother is raising a pig. My sister-in-law is approaching her 'slaughter' time.

作者 : Audrey Cox

When I was hospitalized with cancer, my top scorer son swindled all my surgical fees, gambling online and giving tips to female streamers. He said that I was the person he hated the most in his life because I had ruined his life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back three years ago, with my son accusing me angrily, blaming me for turning him into a test-taking machine. "Then don't study anymore," I looked at him coldly. "From now on, every decision in your life has nothing to do with me." This time, I gave my son the freedom that he had always desired. But in the end, he regretted it, crying bitterly.