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Cooking practice week record

It is foggy on Wednesday, June 1 Sunday.

In the silent night, I curled up in the corner of the western restaurant, playing with my mobile phone alone. The lights outside the window flashed, and the blue light shook my nerves. Suddenly, the telephone rang loudly, and my hair and I jumped together. The quiet and harsh bell set off the surrounding environment. I walked to the phone step by step, and the classic picture in "The Ring of Midnight" flashed through my mind. At this time, I regret watching so many horror movies. I've been looking for excitement, and now I'm scared myself. "Who are you looking for?" When I get nervous, I forget the special word "I'm looking for you." A woman's voice. My brain is nervously searching for information about monsters in the sea. "Who are you? What can I do for you?" Is it a blessing or a curse to get a phone call from a woman in the middle of the night? "Who do you think I look like?" The woman smiled. "I," I have never heard this voice, and my heart says you have the wrong person, sister. Although I am sexy, I have never hurt anyone. "You have the wrong person. I am an intern here. " My voice is a little shaky. "I was looking for you. I'm looking for you. You are in the staff aisle now. I need to talk to you about something. Hurry up. " The phone was hung up before I could answer. As the saying goes, lust for sex is precious, and no man in the world can miss the opportunity to be alone with women at night, as long as he is a man. Although a little scared, I still stood in the employee aisle. It's foggy outside, and you can't see anything except a few dim lights. I stood and looked back from time to time, because I knew that many people behind me died at their hands. Time passes with the deepening of the night. Ten minutes have passed and no one has come yet. Let me see my watch. It is now 1 1 point. Who will ask me anything at this time? After the impulse, the brain returned to normal thinking function, damn it, it was cheated. I suddenly reacted that I was cheated.