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47 Is this a protest or self-destruction?

The biting cold wind in winter forced me to put on a cotton jacket and walk towards the unit facing the wind.

I know that once I come here, I won’t be happy, let alone happy. Because this place has been polluted by some unhealthy trends, my appearance will add too much incongruity to a dyeing vat. I walked into the duty room calmly, and I was not ready to be hot today because I was too tired and I was tired.

The moment I entered the duty room, I was already full of anger. The scene I saw was not a unit, it was simply a private mobile game hall. Game fans spoke the terms in the game and looked confused. They seemed to be unable to disturb others in their world.

When I saw this scene, as their squad leader, I felt angry and even ashamed. How could I have such subordinates? No, I don’t have such a squad member. I dare not admit such facts. I know that such people have been spoiled.

Pick up a record book at any time and prepare to use work content to call them back from the game world so as to regain some self-esteem and prestige. Otherwise, this kind of ignorance would become a shame! However, the thing that made me even more mad is not a brief ignorance, but the resistance and embarrassment of these people towards me.

It can be said that two of them were embarrassing me together. They interpreted the sarcasm to the fullest. I was so angry! I sighed in my heart, how could there be such shameless people in this world? I doubt the problem of the upbringing of these children. If it were either lack of upbringing or being abandoned by adults since childhood.

I endured it for a while. But after not long after, my anger suddenly exploded. I threw a record book into the air, forming a parabola, and threw it heavily on the table. I wanted them to feel that I was unhappy, and I wanted them to realize that uneducated means that my brain is as stupid as a pig, and to do whatever they want. My eyes seemed to be scanning the scene of the girl responding to my behavior with a grimace. What an ugly face, a grimace that should not appear on a girl's face. I felt ugly for her.

In anger, I said something I should say, but those words are not ruthless and I don’t want to say the words. Because my style is that since I say it, I will do it simply. As a human being, consistency in words and deeds is very important. On this point, I am not worried about what losses I will suffer, I am worried that they will lose their errands for this. This is not a praising statement. The labor contract is very clear, and neglecting one's duties can terminate the labor contract.

To be honest, I will never understand what kind of world they have in their minds. If you want to be unrestrained, you can appear in the factory as pitifully as me every day, and I don’t see any capital that can be unrestrained. If you want to be unrestrained, from the clouds on their faces, I can see that free and easy is in my heart, and the pain may be written on my face. It can be said that as long as you see their expressions at that moment, you will not be nostalgic for every second there.

A group of young people! What I see is not vitality, nor good living habits, nor rigorous discipline. What I see is decadence, destruction, and endless waste. I dare to conclude that they cannot find anything valuable in their lives except complaining.

When it comes to being a squad leader, I am extremely reluctant. I am the kind of person who would rather be a phoenix tail than a squad leader. But the reason why I did not decisively reject this arrangement at that time was just unwilling to sink into it like this. This role has become a form of self-struggle, fighting with others, and fighting with myself. I have never been proud of this squad leader position, but I am afraid that when I mention the squad leader, I will be ashamed of myself.

If my classmate read this article, please calm down. I hope you can search for it yourself. I am not discouraged by everyone. Maybe you are the one who is wise and foolish!

I am not a doctor who saves diseases and treats people, nor is I a noble soul master. In this big dye vat of life, we each have their own formations, there is no squad leader, only rules. You can despise your squad leader in your eyes, but you can't despise the rules. I think that those dense rules will teach you how to respect others slowly, and even in several unspoken rules, you will completely awaken that the cruelty is not the people that time can take away, but the years themselves.
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