Use a poem to say that a person plays League of Legends food.

Wen Neng hangs up his teammates, Wu Neng jumps off the tower to send his head, and he can hit five by himself. If you can wait 20 shots, you can fly your feet to save the enemy, and then you can open your teammates. Quiet for a hundred years, no one is seen. Moving is a thousand miles, and sending is a blood. If you sell your teammates and don't look back, ask how worried you are. Five people are four pits and twenty shots.