Related to the Work: Votes, Come My Way...

Sleeping until he woke on his own and counting votes until his hands cramped—that was Shi San's happy life.

Shi San gave a wave, and votes were sure to come;

Shi San gave a bow, and they came like a great gust of wind;

Shi San knocked his head on the ground, and votes piled up into a city tower;

Gray Wolf was begging for votes...

Heh heh, I swear I'll keep up this wicked vote-begging to the bitter end!

Brothers and sisters, how about it? Do me a favor? Log in, give it a click—just one little click.

To everyone passing by, Shi San offered his thanks.

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