..
In the office.
Lorraine, who was on the verge of collapse, began to go crazy.
He began to try all kinds of strange actions, like stripping naked and running around naked;
He hugged the solid wooden table and chewed on it.
He curled up on the floor and pulled out his hair one by one.
One-handed handstand;
Push-ups;
He did push-ups and pulling his hair at the same time;
..
"No inspiration!"
"No inspiration!"
Lorraine pressed his thumbs against his temples.
Even so.
His originally bright eyes were still extremely grey.
" Origin story…Shovel…Plant trees…Matthew... Scumbag…
"Black history…"
His lips trembled from time to time.
Words popped out one after another.
Gradually.
His face was completely drained of blood.
However, there was a hint of life in his bloodshot and slightly protruding eyes.
"I got it!"
He smiled cruelly.
