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It started a few months ago, when I had a dull pain in the back of my mouth, and one of my wisdom teeth should have grown there. I think it's only temporary pain.

However, in the next few weeks, the pain became more severe and extended to my teeth, gums and chin. I was told that I have seven wisdom teeth.

Yes, you arrived here correctly, seven or three more than normal people. Hearing this roar, my first reaction was to laugh. This is really my luck. My mouth has done too much work.

After the laughter stopped, I was confused. Why do I have an extra set? I think it's either because of the milk I drank when I was a child, or because I'm becoming a vampire-only vampires have sharp teeth.

Focusing on the positive side, one of the advantages of growing a wisdom tooth is to see how people react when they know it. So far, I'm not tired of repeating myself.

Extra teeth are also a good excuse for me to be vague. I can now blame it on my crowded mouth, not my dull brain.

Of course, with wisdom teeth becoming a joke of intelligence, my parents say that my intelligence comes from my extra teeth rather than my efforts. My friend agreed that once the extra teeth were pulled out, my brain would be only 5 years old.

I'm already thinking about how to benefit from it. As long as I still believe in the tooth fairy, I will make a lot of money. Maybe I can sell my extra teeth to people who need them. Advertisement: Seven teeth sold, unused, almost perfect.

I was warned that they would grow up at the first chance. Maybe I can develop a new and strange dental implant science. I can harvest and sell them. I don't have to find a real job.

Don't be fooled by my jokes. I'm worried about the operation. I will be very sad to see Lucky Seven Teeth leave. In the past two days, I have developed a deep attachment to them. Once they are unplugged, I will become a normal person again. Who wants this?