Take the System to the Water Group

There are no big problems with the plot, but the characterization and writing need to be improved. Overall, it's okay to read during a book shortage.

The writing style is more casual for daily life, so you can read it if you like refreshing writing. Although the content and plot are not too rigorous and the settings are a bit messy, it is perfectly fine to relax and watch.

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Interesting, please share the photos of my king and Rem

Everything else is fine, Lai Yue Ang and An Yilun are really poisonous, there is no need to write about them at all. It can be said that for these two people, anyone on the street can be more distinctive and promising than them.

The subject matter is good, but there are too many poisonous points.

Can the author write Danganronpa?

Um, why are you licking Qiyu? Shouldn't Xiao Yan be the strongest? Even if Xiao Yan hadn't developed yet, wouldn't he still have some skills? Isn't it nice to ask for some exercises or something?