There were three kinds of people in my elementary school: the Merlin - nerds who read all kinds of wired high-end books (like Calvino’s Trolltech Universe Collection); the Paragon - the kids who could sing, dance, host games, play instruments, were good at all subjects, and could play piano like a professional; what was left were those kids who couldn’t be either, so they could only be “lol"s (It is lol either way).

Or meeting the weird Little F person at the front desk, who is stingy to the extreme with their words, too lazy to say more than one word, before starting the paperwork, you must first clearly understand the relevant procedures online, it's best to do your own homework and not expect to dig out one useful word from Little F's mouth.

Yes, sire! Ha ha! Oh yes, is that weird coworker of hers still chasing her like a dog on heat?

You can't really blame the directors or the screen writers for that, if you want to blame anyone blame the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television for issuing all these bizarre proclamations and rules stating that from the founding of the country animals cannot become spirits, it makes you wonder how they came up with it.