
Feminist God
by Zhenling
About This Novel
There is an idea from a galaxy far, far away that is turning the world of feminism on its head. It is normal for women there to marry men, work to support the family, and even have to be wary of Sister Wang next door. In this world, men are weak and subordinate, and are often bullied by women. One day, the company of the male god Lin Qing came out, and when the famous products were used by people all over the street, socializing, shopping, gaming... Women suddenly discovered, how much dowry does Lao Lin plan to earn? If you marry him, wouldn't it mean that you will save a few lifetimes of hard work, step directly to the pinnacle of life, and gain both wealth and wealth? PS: Lin Qing is very calm. I will not marry a wealthy family, because I am a real wealthy family! (Female) Penguin Group: 93844456
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That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year. She was still studying in a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her because I felt that I was not worthy. Since I couldn't fall in love with her, I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself and told her everything when I was matched with her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I was also a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, only us. The two of them were silent for a long time, and she spoke: Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept five hundred from you. I tried my best not to tremble anymore, and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then like a fire extinguished, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart. The last time I saw her was when she came to find me. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, my heart has never changed, I will not dislike you, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and only listened to her weak voice and said: No... I want to... Ask you... Update... Hurry up... Can you
It's beautiful, a breath of fresh air among current novels.
If it stays in its current state and doesn't collapse, it will become popular. I have been reading novels in Bijin for about 10 years. I quite like reading this one. It is a must-read for old bookworms. Recommend!
Build a building
Therefore, when building a building, the first floor is ten coins, and the top is topped off with ten thousand coins, and then the building is built after the top is reached.
question
Actually, ahem, author, I have a question, please be sure to answer me, It's just that Pig's Knuckle wants to open a harem. In this world, the concepts of men and women are opposite. If the protagonist wants to open a harem, have you ever thought about the feelings of those women? Just like in our world, if women have a harem, wouldn't those men be their favorites? Such men will never be able to hold their heads high for the rest of their lives. Since the concept is contrary and the protagonist has a harem, can the women in the harem hold their heads high in front of others?
Author Update Hurry Update Hurry
The male protagonist of this book is relatively well-shaped and can stick to his own bottom line in such a feminist world. Only men control women and no women control men. I think it is very well written. Maybe I am speaking one-sidedly as a man, but as a man, I like to read it. I also have a special feeling for those crazy women who are violent. Maybe it is because there are few conflicts with women in reality. The subject matter is very attractive. I am a bookworm. It is difficult to find a novel that I can't stop. Don't stop reading. Three monthly passes are given to you.
I just came out of prison. In 2007, I was in a bar. Someone at the table across from me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much and pulled out the dagger I brought with me. When I went up, I slashed, and when I slashed, it lasted fifteen years. I remember when I went in I still pray to Buddha all over the street, and the lonely sandbank is cold and so on. It has been fifteen years, and things have changed. Last year, she came to see me once and told me that she was getting married. I did not tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed. , I have raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long since calmed down. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy, and I was also very happy. It's time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes. , But I just couldn't find anyone I knew. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm almost 30, and suddenly I feel confused. I often can't sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking alone. , Smoking, not knowing what to do in the future? The night before she got married, I secretly came downstairs to her house. I saw the happy words posted on the window at the door of her house, and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs in her house, one after another. I smoked, and soon it was daybreak. I heard the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, and the firecrackers went off. We also drove away, and I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was a text message from her, don't send it, I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me. I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she was watching it upstairs. By the time I squatted downstairs and smoked non-stop, she cried all night long and didn't sleep. I no longer had any regrets. Whether I succeeded or failed, everything was in vain when I turned around. Life or death lasted only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.
I think this book written by the author is definitely not a mindless and cool novel. It satirizes some social phenomena. For example, there is a scene in the book where Lin Qing is fought over by Zhou Hani and Liu Qiuya like a commodity. It was disgusting to watch, and Lin Qing also felt disgusted. But what? There are also men like this in real life. Just because they like others, they become jealous of each other, without considering the feelings of girls at all. They keep saying that men and women are equal, but they treat girls as commodities that can be fought over... But girls are also human beings. If you like her, does that mean you can disrespect others? Is this what is called equality? Some people really should reflect on it! In the book, the author deliberately exaggerates some idiotic behaviors. Some readers say it is excessive and unrealistic, but in fact, the author hopes to attract people's attention in this way. When we watch this kind of plot, we will feel disgusted. When we think of the idiotic behaviors that exist in society, will we reflect on ourselves? Moreover, the author will appropriately exaggerate the ugly behaviors in the book, especially the trouble caused by Lin Qing's appearance... The author probably hopes to arouse everyone's thinking in this way, thereby reducing this unhealthy trend in society! The author has great intentions! ! !
very attractive
The subject matter is very new. It is much better than the system-based slap-in-the-face flow that has become so bad now, but it is too slow. Five-star praise and five recommendation votes are sent to the author to cheer for Oli to ↖(^ω^)↗
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Official(660)Scraped 11d ago
Big words to the author
That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she replied naughtily: Okay! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and said that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been carrying cement at the construction site for a year. She was still studying in a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her because I felt that I was not worthy. Since I couldn't fall in love with her, I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself and told her everything when I was matched with her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. I was more concerned about whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track. I was also a small contractor, contracting some construction sites, and was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, only us. The two of them were silent for a long time, and she spoke: Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept five hundred from you. I tried my best not to tremble anymore, and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then like a fire extinguished, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and distress on her face. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart. The last time I saw her was when she came to find me. She was on the roof of the building, and I looked up at her from downstairs. I just looked at her for a long time, and he left without leaving a word. The next news about her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. The tears couldn't help but fall down. She opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know... You know... I burst into tears at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, my heart has never changed, I will not dislike you, we... She suddenly shook her head in excitement, interrupted me, and only listened to her weak voice and said: No... I want to... Ask you... Update... Hurry up... Can you
It's beautiful, a breath of fresh air among current novels.
If it stays in its current state and doesn't collapse, it will become popular. I have been reading novels in Bijin for about 10 years. I quite like reading this one. It is a must-read for old bookworms. Recommend!
Build a building
Therefore, when building a building, the first floor is ten coins, and the top is topped off with ten thousand coins, and then the building is built after the top is reached.
question
Actually, ahem, author, I have a question, please be sure to answer me, It's just that Pig's Knuckle wants to open a harem. In this world, the concepts of men and women are opposite. If the protagonist wants to open a harem, have you ever thought about the feelings of those women? Just like in our world, if women have a harem, wouldn't those men be their favorites? Such men will never be able to hold their heads high for the rest of their lives. Since the concept is contrary and the protagonist has a harem, can the women in the harem hold their heads high in front of others?
Author Update Hurry Update Hurry
The male protagonist of this book is relatively well-shaped and can stick to his own bottom line in such a feminist world. Only men control women and no women control men. I think it is very well written. Maybe I am speaking one-sidedly as a man, but as a man, I like to read it. I also have a special feeling for those crazy women who are violent. Maybe it is because there are few conflicts with women in reality. The subject matter is very attractive. I am a bookworm. It is difficult to find a novel that I can't stop. Don't stop reading. Three monthly passes are given to you.
I just came out of prison. In 2007, I was in a bar. Someone at the table across from me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much and pulled out the dagger I brought with me. When I went up, I slashed, and when I slashed, it lasted fifteen years. I remember when I went in I still pray to Buddha all over the street, and the lonely sandbank is cold and so on. It has been fifteen years, and things have changed. Last year, she came to see me once and told me that she was getting married. I did not tell her about the commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed. , I have raised pigs and made clothes, and my heart has long since calmed down. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy, and I was also very happy. It's time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes. , But I just couldn't find anyone I knew. I woke up crying in the dream. I can't go back to the past. What's left now is just nostalgia. I'm almost 30, and suddenly I feel confused. I often can't sleep at night, sitting on the road, drinking alone. , Smoking, not knowing what to do in the future? The night before she got married, I secretly came downstairs to her house. I saw the happy words posted on the window at the door of her house, and the lights in the house were on. I didn't dare to disturb her, so I squatted downstairs in her house, one after another. I smoked, and soon it was daybreak. I heard the sound of car horns and firecrackers in the distance. I knew that the wedding car was coming to pick her up. She was going to be someone else's bride today. She looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, and the firecrackers went off. We also drove away, and I was still following behind the convoy. Suddenly my cell phone rang. It was a text message from her, don't send it, I will be yours in the next life, okay? Forget me. I cried heartbreakingly that day. Not long after, her best friend told me that she was watching it upstairs. By the time I squatted downstairs and smoked non-stop, she cried all night long and didn't sleep. I no longer had any regrets. Whether I succeeded or failed, everything was in vain when I turned around. Life or death lasted only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with one result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my phone. The phone is out of battery and I can't continue editing.
I think this book written by the author is definitely not a mindless and cool novel. It satirizes some social phenomena. For example, there is a scene in the book where Lin Qing is fought over by Zhou Hani and Liu Qiuya like a commodity. It was disgusting to watch, and Lin Qing also felt disgusted. But what? There are also men like this in real life. Just because they like others, they become jealous of each other, without considering the feelings of girls at all. They keep saying that men and women are equal, but they treat girls as commodities that can be fought over... But girls are also human beings. If you like her, does that mean you can disrespect others? Is this what is called equality? Some people really should reflect on it! In the book, the author deliberately exaggerates some idiotic behaviors. Some readers say it is excessive and unrealistic, but in fact, the author hopes to attract people's attention in this way. When we watch this kind of plot, we will feel disgusted. When we think of the idiotic behaviors that exist in society, will we reflect on ourselves? Moreover, the author will appropriately exaggerate the ugly behaviors in the book, especially the trouble caused by Lin Qing's appearance... The author probably hopes to arouse everyone's thinking in this way, thereby reducing this unhealthy trend in society! The author has great intentions! ! !
very attractive
The subject matter is very new. It is much better than the system-based slap-in-the-face flow that has become so bad now, but it is too slow. Five-star praise and five recommendation votes are sent to the author to cheer for Oli to ↖(^ω^)↗




















