$PI When the heavens are about to teach me a lesson, the intensity is just right—too much might kill me, too little might prevent me from growing. It's like a whip dipped in iodine, striking and disinfecting at the same time. I really don't know what kind of virtue I have to be so favored by the heavens. On the left, hardships; on the right, dangers—such high regard for me. I'm not in the Journey to the West pilgrimage team; I haven't missed a single one of the 81 difficulties!