I remember that was a school at noon. My mother was 170, tall and thin, with long hair and good looks. Because I was more like my mother, I inherited my mother’s height. I was also thin and tall, and I was not fat. At that time, my mother worked in an electronic factory nearby. It seemed that she was loading NB parts. Because she was close to home, she would buy Bento to eat at noon. At that time, I saw my mother come back and asked me how I did. I said that I did well in the exam. At that time, I deliberately asked, if there was progress, would I have a prize? Mother said, how much pocket money do you want? At that time, I wryly said, pocket money is not needed, I would rather like my mother to help me fight a pistol, just once.